Guerrilla Nature

Fat Cats

The cats are only fat because all the neighbours feed them,

Just ‘cause they say their hungry, no need to believe them,

I think the cats are greedy, not needy, that’s why,

I ain’t trying to be that 9-5 guy,

Faking funny with the sly,

Scamming money on the side,

Putting all my effort into just getting by,

I expend a little energy, get a little high,

And you know I never be relying on the bly,

You can spend your time to trouble me if you want to try,

You will not burst the bubble, we just stay fly,

Avoid the fat cats and the twats at the tax office,

They try and walk on you like mats, like, “what’s this,

Money that you haven’t been declaring in your pockets?”

One day their going to cop it from a guy who’s pissed off,

With the tension level increase unlikely to stop,

As the bombs continue to drop in other regions,

All year, everyday, through every season,

What’s the reason for supporting that kind,

Of activity? To my mind it’s not kind,

The fact is that to reality we’re blind,

And the truth and the answers is what I’m trying to find

It’s a long hard trek, but I was built for the climb,

Unlike the poor kids dying digging diamond mines,

Surely that way of life isn’t part of their design.

Fat cats paying less tax than scrat chaps,

With dirty hands on minimum wage,

Well perhaps that’s the way it’s supposed to be,

But that’s not my philosophy,

The rich ones seem to pass the buck constantly,

Apparently salary should be,

Proportionate to the responsibility of the employee,

But it appears clear to me,

Very few accept true culpability.

They owed me tax back but they ripped me off,

I tried working but it just pissed me off,

Never put my head in that public trough,

Signed off, I refuse to claim or work for a boss,

Another chief? You must be out of your damn mind,

As if managers haven’t wasted ‘nough of my damn time,

Yeah it’s true that I’ll be stuck in the grime,

Till my end of days, but it beats toeing the line,

I resign from a life with my nose to the grindstone,

Waiting for an opportunity to get my mind blown,

I want to travel the world then ride home,

To some dough I’ve grown, no stress on my dome,

A Giff Gaff phone, I’m done with the contracts,

Used to be reliable, now they’ve all gone whack,

I’m trying to stay on track and in the black,

Would achieve but for these money monkeys on my back,

The fabric of society cracks like a seed bract,

And man are naïve if they don’t see that,

We have to all put an end to the greed that,

Lets us get fat from the brat to the O.A.P cat,

That’s that, no point disagreeing,

Yo, the five-o are the only thing I’m fleeing,

Oh, and Big Bro too, look what we go through,

Poised to judge you even if they don’t know you.

Fat cats paying less tax than scrat chaps,

With dirty hands on minimum wage,

Well perhaps that’s the way it’s supposed to be,

But that’s not my philosophy,

The rich ones seem to pass the buck constantly,

Apparently salary should be,

Proportionate to the responsibility of the employee,

But it appears clear to me,

Very few accept true culpability.

I don’t own anything, I don’t pretend to,

Everything you think is yours was only lent you,

Till the day you pass away or maybe before that,

If you aint on the ball, always wear your thought cap,

Forget the jersey and the New Era sport cap,

We’re the emcees and producers who brought back your logic,

Made you wonder why the chuff you bought that,

Materially rich but spiritually poor hacks,

I don’t want to, if I have to, I’ll AT-AT,

Crooked law makers, feeders of the fat cat,

It’s up to one, it’s up to all,

Please help me to prevent societal brawl,

That will befall us, I’m guaranteeing rawness,

We’re carving up communities, the people are the sawdust,

Climbing frames in the park covered in pure rust,

Spuriously wild claims emblazoned on tour bus,

Paedophiles in the playground, scum on your bus,

Creative ways to play and dumb it down for us.

Wake up! Get your head out of your Starbucks,

Smell the Mochaccino, recognise that they whore us,

They deplore us, yet they implore us,

Conform unconditionally, none of it’s for us,

So many moan but very few act because,

They’d miss their creature comforts,

The problem’s enormous…

… Fat cats paying less tax than scrat chaps,

With dirty hands on minimum wage,

Well perhaps that’s the way it’s supposed to be,

But that’s not my philosophy,

The rich ones seem to pass the buck constantly,

Apparently salary should be,

Proportionate to the responsibility of the employee,

But it appears clear to me,

Very few accept true culpability.

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