ASHES TO ASHES

some are born with a silver spoon
some are born without a clue
some are born to take the biscuit
some are born to just make do
when those fat cats drop the big one
they will turn a penny too
they will rent out nuclear shelters
we'll get one with an outside loo

ashes to ashes
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
ashes to ashes
let the rich man live, let the poor man bust

this one is a whizz-kid banker
he's thirty going on nineteen
he says his best friend's name is Charlie
he always keeps his nose quite clean
he runs his jag on leadfree petrol
thinks that his politics are green
he's in for one percent of
the national debt of Argentine

cousin Justin's got a sideline
working for the MOD
expediting import-export
if you can afford his fee
sorry, we don't touch agriculture
not without hard currency
better buy some rocket-launchers
with six you get a shovel free

ashes to ashes
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
ashes to ashes
let the rich man live, let the poor man bust