Austeri-Grey

Dead leaves and dust at my feet
Forsaken smiles in the street
A lifeless town where the minstrels perform for pennies
Their songs of hope incomplete
Nearby, the old ladies meet to hum along and agree

Men share their stories and scars down at The Oddfellow's Arms
Tales of days gone by when pride was free and work was plenty
Old fingers yellowed with tar dig deep in old penny jars
Drink to forget where you are

Dead spaces
Crippled communities
Wallets light
Belts ever tighter
Dark places forged by austerity
Camouflaged in shades of grey, for here there is no colour brighter

Youth congregating in vain, the poster boys for disdain
Who speak like yardbirds to each other's mild indifference
Through urban language they claim their misdemeanours, profane
With no arrests to their names

The homeless sleep on the floors in bankrupt businessmen's doors
And pray for charity and grace that isn't coming
It wasn't this way before the independent got poor
Their lifestyle may soon be yours

Dead spaces
Crippled communities
Wallets light
Belts ever tighter
Dark places forged by austerity
Camouflaged in shades of grey, for here there is no colour brighter

Dead spaces
Crippled communities
Wallets light
Belts ever tighter
Dark places forged by austerity

In power and ignorant bliss
From ivory towers dismissed
Just pigs in troughs with no cares, fears or obligations
I walk the concrete abyss
Skip cracks in pavements and wish for some day better than this

Dead spaces
Crippled communities
Wallets light
Belts ever tighter
Dark places forged by austerity
Camouflaged in shades of grey, for here there are no colours bright



Credits
Writer(s): Wolves Alcatraz
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