by Gillan/Glover/Morse/Lord/Paice
Nothing here for me today
Garbaggio from the men in grey
Don't do this, You can't do that
What's the point, what's the matter, anyway
Fat cat's licking cream
Dirty business hard and mean
Narrow eyes and hungry days
There's got to be a better way
Something here about my face
Something make you think I got time to waste
What you doing standing there
Why don't you call someone who cares
Fat cats all the same
Easy answers just a game
Another day nothing changes
There's got to be a better way
A glistening of questioners
Prepared the inquisition
While jackals in the shadows
manoeuvre for position
A fundament of righteous men
A battle of ideals
The carriage of misjustice
Crushes all beneath it's wheels
Conspiracies of silence
Within the temple walls
Graveyards full of promises
That no one can recall
A castle full of rascals
A fortress full of thieves
A parliament of silver tongues
That latter to deceive
Oh my darling Carolina
If you get the chance to walk behind here
She's so clean you see no splash
Just the Texas chainsaw massacre
Fat cat's got to go
I'm Rockin' and Rollin' from my headache to my toes
She's trying to set the world on fire
Up there in her Ivory tower |
