Money Lenders

When the money lenders are in the cathedral
spouting that they are the voice of the people
whispering the universal language like the old tower
promising wealth, influence and all that power

leaders are weighing up the benefit and cost
a little bit of that power they were after is lost
eroded for the next one who comes along
now change takes someone again more strong

Standing at the edge looking out over all you see
thinking that all your money will make you free
power generated in the dark, a system done and unravelled
lungs breath in what was made by the road most travelled

a wholey crusade to make the good better best
let the scraps fall where they may, for all of the rest
continue and pretend nothing is the matter
keep consuming as your waste and balances get fatter

like the king Canute holding back the tide
its not fair on the beached he cried
there are whales coming in and cant get back out
so they head to the hill with their teapot and spout

making it rain on the centre of power
no more utes when you want them to cower
behind the scenes there is more to the eye
setting up meetings on the stealing of pie

leaders ask, why cant we roll back the last 20 years
that's no way to deal with change and your fears
where is the great leader, the voice of our times
there is no singer of folk anthems and rhymes

Were Levi Stubbs' tears all for nothing
did we put down our tools for this drubbing
or will we leap forward in human endeavour
i have lost all faith in that, lost it forever