Primal Scream - Innocent Money Lyrics

Primal Scream - Innocent Money Lyrics 

At night he sleeps on garbage heap streets

On the mattress he keeps strapped to his back

Of sleeping bags and rags

In a five-star shop doorway or underpass home

Canal wind cutting deep through his bones

And a wrap of smack and the mattress on his back

Are all that he owns

And nobody visits and nobody cares

Innocent money

Weighing our worth in it

Innocent money

Surrender our lives to it

Innocent money

There's never enough of it

Innocent money

Swimming in sewers for it

Innocent money

Innocent money

Innocent money

Innocent money

His cold dead stare and filthy grease matted hair

Makes the civilians scared as they walk on by

With their pious eyes glued to the floor

And they've got no clue that he didn't choose

His pavement blues

And the world keeps turning just a little more

And all he can hope for is some money to score

Some money to score

Innocent money

We place all our trust in it

Innocent money

We pray to our gods for it

Innocent money

Is the King of the World

Innocent money

It's the Devil himself

From Buckingham Palace to sink estate slums

Imperial nostalgia, the eagle has flown

Britannia's resignation to managed decline

The fox guards the chickens, the chickens don't mind

The system is rigged like a Vegas casino

We're most of us born with a busted flush

Marx's pipe dream of a classless society

IS further away than the mountains of Mars

Innocent money

A lifetime of work

Innocent money

With nothing to show for it

Innocent money

'Cept a face full of worry

Innocent money

And a fist full of air

The bourgeois bastards just keep stealing

And selling the dreaming of the lie-lie-lies

That undermines our lives

The slugs at the bottom feed the wolves at the top

Growth spreads upwards ever only

There's no 'trickle down – trickle down'

Our souls are worth more than the warmth of the sun

They've tricked us to believe that our work is never done

Cognitive dissonance

Proud of your ignorance

Subjects nor citizens

Never read a book

Too scared to take a look

Too scared to take a look

Market theology

Makes a lie of 'Democracy'

We'd swim in a sewer for it

Drowning in debt for it

Market realities

Closed down the factories

A rope made of gold

To hang ourselves on

Innocent, innocent, innocent...