Or some kind of petty bourgeoisie
Any time you're here, in this country
You've got to be in school, don't you?
Making you money illicitly
To live like somebody, in this country
It's outrageous and in sane
Where you ever hear a television for seven thousand,
quarter million for little piece of land
A pair of sneakers, two hundred dollars,
eighty, ninety thousand for mo tor cars
Trinidad, we see capitalism going mad
It's sad, I'm getting more bad
Because doo -doo capitalism gone mad
To provide for your family,
today on your present salary
Is an impossibility in this country
there is no conceivable way
To save for a rainy day in this country
A voraciousness, to be precise
Is why every damn thing's so overpriced
Big business making everybody feel
One nylon panty is 19 .90
The cheapest jersey costs over 60
200 and change a yard for silk
Lord have mercy, capitalism gone mad
It's sad, things getting more bad
Lord, capitalism gone mad
To buy a pack of cigarettes
Does leave you with a hole in your wallet
And money is so hard to get
It doesn't matter what the item is
They're charging anything they please
Primary school books, prices lewd
It's highway robbery, the price of food
All hopes and dreams elude the poor man
But politicians still expect good
Just imagine this, the cheapest coffee
not even dying today easy
Thousands of dollars for the undertakers
So you could get a spot in the cemetery
Lord, capitalism gone mad
The gladness that once we had
Is gone because capitalism gone mad
You've got to have heavy contact,
know how to move up in society
To make any kind of impact
You've got to know how to cheaply feel
How to scheme and swindle properly
Perfect the art of will and deal
Before the end of this recession
Forty dollars for one watermelon
Half your salary for fish, meat and poultry
Time you buy greens all your money done
Lord have mercy, capitalism gone mad
It's sad an d getting more hard