Chumbawamba - Dutiful Servants and Political Masters lyrics
[Chumbawamba - Dutiful Servants and Political Masters lyrics]
One, two, one, two, three, four
Things were rather different in
Great grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their ankles
And made them work for no pay
He took everything they owned and
Yet still demanded more
He did a bloody good job in taming the poor
Now I'm rather more subtle, I say
I'll tell you what I will do
I'll do everything I can to try and help you
And you'll be helping me, I say
And I'll see that you're alright
You can have a place of your own
You can even pretend to be white
And you won't have to worry
I'll have a quiet word with your mates
Oh they'll be alright
They'll have enough on their plate
I'll put a bit in their mouths
You just pull hard on the reins
They'll do anything for you
And they won't complain
You'll be so much better off, I say
You can share my paradise
Just sign my piece of paper
And I'll organize your life
And it never fails, it does the trick
It works every time so me and my dear wife
And the family's doing fine
Great granddad got his dukedom
When slavery was abolished
Dear old dad became a viscount
When the Empire was finished
But times have changed for the
Better with freedom of choice
We're a thousand times richer
QED His Master's Voice
A dog stares into a gramophone trumpet
Wait's for it's call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
Look a little closer, the dog is a woman
She's working under a system
That she can't understand
Trapped inside a world of labor and heat
So that she and her children
Will be able to eat
The trumpet is patriarchy, it's old and fixed
Where poor men are lured by desire to be rich
Where the limited power is still given to men
Where development aid is so wastefully spent
Where western education enforces this crap
Where women work in the open
Yet live in a trap
There's one solution, and this is it
The dog leaps on the gramophone
And has a shit
Things were rather different in
Great grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their ankles
And made them work for no pay
He took everything they owned and
Yet still demanded more
He did a bloody good job in taming the poor
Now I'm rather more subtle, I say
I'll tell you what I will do
I'll do everything I can to try and help you
And you'll be helping me, I say
And I'll see that you're alright
You can have a place of your own
You can even pretend to be white
And you won't have to worry
I'll have a quiet word with your mates
Oh they'll be alright
They'll have enough on their plate
I'll put a bit in their mouths
You just pull hard on the reins
They'll do anything for you
And they won't complain
You'll be so much better off, I say
You can share my paradise
Just sign my piece of paper
And I'll organize your life
And it never fails, it does the trick
It works every time so me and my dear wife
And the family's doing fine
Great granddad got his dukedom
When slavery was abolished
Dear old dad became a viscount
When the Empire was finished
But times have changed for the
Better with freedom of choice
We're a thousand times richer
QED His Master's Voice
A dog stares into a gramophone trumpet
Wait's for it's call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
Look a little closer, the dog is a woman
She's working under a system
That she can't understand
Trapped inside a world of labor and heat
So that she and her children
Will be able to eat
The trumpet is patriarchy, it's old and fixed
Where poor men are lured by desire to be rich
Where the limited power is still given to men
Where development aid is so wastefully spent
Where western education enforces this crap
Where women work in the open
Yet live in a trap
There's one solution, and this is it
The dog leaps on the gramophone
And has a shit