Social Waste

The squires have raised the rent in this fiefdom
Cause the next installment has to be repaid
The squires want more money
Blood from the sharecroppers, from the many to the few
And they have their supporters and their loyals and foremen
some Olgas, some Doras, some sons and some daughters
It still echoes, though, in this land
From the depths of the pit Kileler and Antypas

Once again I write and erase, leaving traces that you can look for
The picture reminds me of last century: enclosures
What had been vested is already lost
A country into pieces, tokens in this round in the game
And you still dash to vote the scam party
That burdens your shoulder with the old foreman’s heir
Claiming to be a new person with a seductive style, new century
Mind it, they’ll trick you, he’s a diddler
Until when will the few have us, sharecroppers, in the bottom
How do you tolerate them controlling your life
It’s been centuries that winters are all the same and listen to this
The private-college-educated allege meritocracy, they look for naive minds
The money and the families who control wealth and poverty
Institutes, schools where high society reproduces itself
Even though the big wigs raised the rent of this fiefdom
Be strong, don’t let them fool you,watch out, men, they bid on your minds.

The squires have raised the rent in this fiefdom
Cause the next installment has to be repaid
The squires want more money
Blood from the sharecroppers, from the many to the few
And they have their supporters and their loyals and foremen
some Olgas, some Doras, some sons and some daughters
It still echoes, though, in this land
From the depths of the pit Kileler and Antypas

It’s the bummer’s turn. He comes from a family with a tie
With humorless, foolish jokes about black and white cats around
You are lucky douchebag/motherfucker, that in songs I never go out of line
I don’t do you this favor but you know nasty bastard what I’m talking about
In the fiefdom everybody wonders what’s wrong although it’s profound
Enough with deceiting, with foremen of the Bako’s-enough
And the pimps – not the ones with the helmets- reply “all is well”
Some got their bribe, some got their glory, there’s order
And all those in the background, who speak russian and english
Hey you know what I’m saying, your team’s kingpins upstairs
Foremen and lords that hang out in the golfs and rackets
They do business, they flirt, they become besties and friends
And the lordess comes out on the tv that messes our heads
Nepotism? My son has degrees, are you crazy?
Even if all those jackals around the fiefdom scream
Don’t run away, watch out, men, break their teeth.

The squires have raised the rent in this fiefdom
Cause the next installment has to be repaid
The squires want more money
Blood from the sharecroppers, from the many to the few
And they have their supporters and their loyals and foremen
some Olgas, some Doras, some sons and some daughters
It still echoes, though, in this land
From the depths of the pit Kileler and Antypas