Strange times we're living in,
Poor man, learn the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back and watch the show, America
Britain split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit in parliament,
Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh, what a shame it would be, I would die"
If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire
Only joking, only messing,
I'm a peaceful adolescent,
there's no need to be unpleasant
Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme
While my finger's on the trigger
Oh rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
blame, blame, blame, blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
Money is a game and the ladder we climb
Turns a saint into a sinner
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers
This is business economics in
She sells seashells on the seashore
But the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells
'cause there's loads on the sand
Step one, you must create a sense of scarcity
Shells will sell much better
if the people think they're rare, you see
Bear with me, take as many shells
as you can find and hide 'em on an island
Stockpile 'em high high until they’re rarer
Step two, gotta make the people think
Really want 'em, really fuckin' want 'em,
Influencers, product placement,
featured prime time entertainment
If you haven't got a shell,
then you're just a fucking waste, man
invest inside some property
Start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly
that will be your new philosophy
they're a poor man's quality
Four, expand, expand, expand
Clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hands
Five, why just shells? Why limit yourself?
She sells seashells, sell oil as well
Six, guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks
Sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock
take your foot off the brakes
Then run to be the president
Eight, big smile, mate, big wave, that's great
Now the truth is overrated,
Nine, polarize the people,
It don't matter if they hate you
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
blame, blame, blame, blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game