The Law of Asbestos 歌词

Capital’s pre-eminence made matter Nailed to the high-rise, under the budgetary hammer Do they sleep well, wrapped in irony? Better that than tangled in austerity Better ours than their children in poverty Tide over the tampered-with, until it’s their turn A corner cut, a penny saved Grenfell burns again and again and again There’s worse than the pox for all these houses The scaffolding holding the bread from their mouths As it rouses the worker to sell themselves short Both foundation and corner-stone And entirely bereft of support If I drink Tollen’s reagent, will I finally shine inside? And will I see myself as God sees me If I pour it in my eyes? Pour it in my eyes All’s silent but for the rain Weary lungs, asthmatic brain And tell me, is this now the humour of it? Some architect’s great satire in prefabricated shit The rot and the damp creeping in, every corner A reflection of the presupposed sin Of every presupposed hoarder Scrounger! Thief! Gangrenous scab! If the game’s afoot I’ll gladly lose the leg This is not a house of amateurs This is done with full intent Always three months to the gutter Never three months to the peak Another day to grind your fingers For the simple right to eat Always three months to the gutter Never three months to the crown Another deep breath of asbestos In a godforsaken town Always three months to the gutter Never three months to the top Another set of fucking homeless Spikes outside another empty shop Always three months to the gutter Never three months to ascent This is not a house of amateurs This is done with full intent