Inequality Street - Skyclad

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, 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

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

Recipes for disasters 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

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 bloodstained blanket

Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their château

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 in Equality 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

It sticks in my throat, my stomach’s in knots

While your box is so full mine’s perpetually empty