we're told to pity our poor kings
living under damoclean threat
while above us set on strings
they hang the sword of poverty and debt
financial insecurity
runs the system we have built
a mark of our immaturity
to make personal this guilt
at the bottom of our society
we've set a gaping maw
so labour in anxiety
or be threshed in it's jaws
this is an explicit threat
bow or you'll be bowed
chase mammon with your blood and sweat
cause somebody's life is owed
the purpose of the sword
ain't because of lack
but to ensure that you're onboard
the divided racing track
well you better be scared
cause you could be chopped
make cash and be spared
someone else will be dropped
and so it is, the fear you feel
is felt by all of us
but the reasons that we find to kneel
are collectively treasonous
the hanging sword of poverty
that looms above your head
was hung in the name of property
by those who wish you dread