Some People
Some people don't care who they step on
To get where they wanna be
Clawing their way to the top of the heap
Nothing will change cos the ones with reins
Are all stuck in their ways
And they wanna get ahead by any means
Some people don't care what they bulldoze and trample
If it gets in their way
They're just a perfect example
Of the modern malaise
They scramble and squabble
To be first one over the line
They strangle and nobble
Every other poor bastard who tries
Some people don't care who they stab in the back
To get to the front of the pack
They jockey for position
While the beast that they've ridden dies
People like them do the shit that they do
To get to the front of the queue
They push and they shove
Cos they think they're above you and I
I wish I had a cure for this
But the poison runs too deep
It's like greed is becoming
Some kind of infectious disease
I can taste it in my throat
And every day that I'm breathing it in
It leeches through my clothing
And it sticks to my skin
They're only in this for themselves
And they don't give a damn if we all go to hell
But how much money does one man need?
Think of all the people that they could help
If they weren't too busy helping themselves
They just want profits
And they fill up their pockets with greed
I wish I had a cure for this
But the poison runs too deep
It's like greed is becoming
Some kind of infectious disease
I can taste it in my throat
And every day that I'm breathing it in
It leeches through my clothing
And it sticks to my skin
And we could start a revolution
Yeah that would be nice
But everybody that I asked
Said they're all too busy tonight
Cos there's something on the telly
And we rarely have the stomach for a fight
So we'll stay in our pens like we're battery hens
Accepting out plight
While the wildfires burn
And the world is turning to shite
There's a war on every corner
And the politicians swing to the right
There's a cost of living crisis
IDF and ISIS
War crimes that are never gonna stop
When there's evidence of torture
And there's sewage in the water
They can always skim their profits off the top
Some people have nothing
Some people have everything
And the one's who've got it all
They can never get enough
To get where they wanna be
Clawing their way to the top of the heap
Nothing will change cos the ones with reins
Are all stuck in their ways
And they wanna get ahead by any means
Some people don't care what they bulldoze and trample
If it gets in their way
They're just a perfect example
Of the modern malaise
They scramble and squabble
To be first one over the line
They strangle and nobble
Every other poor bastard who tries
Some people don't care who they stab in the back
To get to the front of the pack
They jockey for position
While the beast that they've ridden dies
People like them do the shit that they do
To get to the front of the queue
They push and they shove
Cos they think they're above you and I
I wish I had a cure for this
But the poison runs too deep
It's like greed is becoming
Some kind of infectious disease
I can taste it in my throat
And every day that I'm breathing it in
It leeches through my clothing
And it sticks to my skin
They're only in this for themselves
And they don't give a damn if we all go to hell
But how much money does one man need?
Think of all the people that they could help
If they weren't too busy helping themselves
They just want profits
And they fill up their pockets with greed
I wish I had a cure for this
But the poison runs too deep
It's like greed is becoming
Some kind of infectious disease
I can taste it in my throat
And every day that I'm breathing it in
It leeches through my clothing
And it sticks to my skin
And we could start a revolution
Yeah that would be nice
But everybody that I asked
Said they're all too busy tonight
Cos there's something on the telly
And we rarely have the stomach for a fight
So we'll stay in our pens like we're battery hens
Accepting out plight
While the wildfires burn
And the world is turning to shite
There's a war on every corner
And the politicians swing to the right
There's a cost of living crisis
IDF and ISIS
War crimes that are never gonna stop
When there's evidence of torture
And there's sewage in the water
They can always skim their profits off the top
Some people have nothing
Some people have everything
And the one's who've got it all
They can never get enough
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Writer(s): Mark Hartley, Phil Minal, Rich Hudson, Steve Owen
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