Maybe it's a sign of the times when the Woolworths signs
Coming down and the doors all closed
They say the higher that the monkey climb
Well the more that the arse exposed
I don't know, whether I won't go
And lend some of that dough
Cash machine shown, all my cash blown
And the man that I meet on the high street giving me the slip for the bank loan.
Money mad! Gone money mad! People on the television gone money mad!
All very well they say love what you have,
But Marks and Sparks got a sale and a half,
Want it so bad, But it's so sad
That we gotta borrow money that we never had,
Yeah well that plastic feel fantastic
But if you following the dominos a toppling this thing getting drastic
All their smiles are sarcastic
Course they gonna be enthusiastic
Gullible muggins a dream come true
Debit and the credit are crunching you
They got you for life and they charge for it too
Bang, bang, bang, what the fuck can you do?
The shit that you bought now to pay for it later
Is up on the shelves inna Cash Generator
See you later alligator
What do you get when you borrow their money?
You receive a load of cash as easy as can be
They pass the debt to another company
Add the charges till infinity
Bang bang bang bang!
They're knocking at your door
More than you bargained for
Can't ignore
Any more
Bang bang bang bang! Make sure you know the score
They can't enter by force
But they trying to change the law
The big bad wolf banging on your door
Coming up into your realm to settle the score
A pound of flesh and nothing less
Undertones of violence
If you care for your neck, don't gamble it
Playing card games with a loaded deck
Your gonna find yourself up to your neck
In a sea of sharks, reality is stark
When it's raining stones seven days a week
And you're finding it hard to make ends meet
The bait's within the junk mail at your feet
Such a cinch to release the pinch and breathe
A sigh of relief Beef
Bang bang bang now you've been got
Should've cut your coat to suit your cloth
Now you're dealing with a man like Tansey
Don't fuck around or make him angry
You duck down behind the sofa
Don't be an idiot he's seen yer through the window
He's gonna be the the ruler of this place
No hard feelings it's just business
Take off those fucking rings
Neither borrower nor lender be
For loan oft lose itself and friend
Come tomorrow wake from your sleep
To a life sentence that knows no end
Fell this sorrow remember to be
Clever with the credit, better don't get it
See the horrible truth come clean
They're after your soul,
Not just your money
If they're feeding on you like they're feeding on me
Then come help me bust one two shot three
At the self-serving cynical greedy
Gangsta original bad company
They prey on the poor when they can't pay back
Money that they really couldn't afford to knock back
Held back with a debt any chance that they get
Crime that the government aid and abett
Mercers knocking down my front door
For their charges, who knows what they charge for?
Added to my last one, they pulled a fast one
Now he's pushed past me, got his foot in the door
Oh fuck! Banging for my buck
Looks like I finally ran out of luck
Now he's piling my sound system in a truck
While I pay for the privilege, man this a suck!
Bwoy him a crook!