Inequality Street

Life`s really a chocolate box- some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach`s in knots, while your box is so full - mine`s perpetually empty. From the cradle to the grave, point your ladle to the gravy. "Food comes first, then morals" they say, the end of the world`s three hot meals away. Two average men eat their average meals but destiny waits at their table. One is served gruel while the other chews veal, (But they`re both spoon fed lies from the cradle). Life`s really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach`s in knots, while your box is so full - mine`s perpetually empty. Tragic moments for the masses - work is the curse of the drinking classes `homo homini lupus` we cry - humanity fades like the moon in the sky. You can`t cook an omelette without breaking eggs, (first they are cracked and then beaten). The only things cracked around here are our heads, recipies for disaster that we keep repeating. Life`s really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach`s in knots, while your box is so full - mine`s perpetually empty. Here`s a real beggars banquet, a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau, dip silver spoons into black forest gateau. Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toast to the `other - half` dying to eat. `Cause they who receive least deserve it the most, it`s a literal dead - end (Inequality Street). Life`s really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach`s in knots, while your box is so full - mine`s perpetually empty.