by Nick Gisburne
The streets are paved with promises of gold
But a promise won’t give pennies to the poor
When a vow is not renewed
When the starving fight for food
The weakest and the worthless face the cold
And they fold
You think it’s not your problem?
You think it won’t be you?
You think you won’t be fucked around by fate?
Just wait
Your life is clean and comforting and clear
Were you crippled by a crisis? Maybe not
But the neighbour on her knees
Who was frightened she would freeze
But promised she had nothing more to fear
Isn’t here
You think it’s not your problem?
You think it won’t be you?
You think you won’t be fucked around by fate?
Just wait
You can scream at who you never want to be
You can find whatever fiction makes you free
You can turn to what is true
But when the problem points to you
You will understand the nature of your hate
Too late
The streets are paved with promises of pain
There is nothing but deception in their stone
When you’re lowest on the list
The inevitable fist
Will pound you like a wall of winter rain
In your brain
You think it’s not your problem?
You think it won’t be you?
Beware before you celebrate
You’re nothing special, nothing great
You think you won’t be fucked around by fate?
Just wait
Lyrics by Nick Gisburne
Music and vocals created by Suno
