Finance Fuels the Sickness at Heart - Hot Cross

I watch them fall just out of reach,

I watch their plan get worse.

I hear them slur their speech

I hear them slur their speech

«Pay my way, I can’t survive.

Pay my way, I can’t exist.

Pay my way, I’m tired of begging.

Pay my way, I’ve all but unravelled, despondent and sick.»

Pay our way, we are sick of our part.

Pay our way, we reach back for something to break a fall.

Pay our way, we’ve been fucked from the start,

Caught unaware that finance fuels the sickness at heart.

the sickness at heart

the sickness

We are all sick

We are all sick

And these men don’t care

All plush seats and bright suits.

These men will never care (Pay our way)

They’re in line to get their pocket lined

In step to have us underlined

Thrown out address to avoid (Pay our way Pay our way)

Name enumerated, spit out and destroyed

out and destroyed

out and destroyed

destroyed

I watch them fall just out of reach,

I watch their plan get worse.

I hear them slur their speech

I will never slur their speech

Pay my way

Pay our way, we are sick of our part.

Pay our way, we reach back for something to break a fall.

Pay our way, we’ve been fucked from the start,

Caught unaware that finance fuels the sickness at heart

finance fuels the sickness at heart