The Land, The Bread, And The People Lyrics - Singles - Ballydowse

Another armchair economist playing 

our life into a mess, what you know 

about poverty you learned in a book. 

Think you're really qualified to 

mouth off and theorize about the fears 

you've never even felt. 

Time's past to button up, 

taste the fare on which they sup and tighten your own belt. 

Get in line with us a while, see ya humbly watch 

your child's health held in balance by the whim of the system. 

Between Cosette and the privileged few 

A fat dog chokes down more than he can chew 

A poor land's labours are a rich land's gain 

Little Oliver lives again 

The red scare has come and gone, 

a temporarily peaceful dawn finds us lost without a villain. 

When the free market reigns supreme will Lazarus cheer 

and scream or will the new bosses' wage be the same? 

What's it mean to buy and own when all is God's and God's alone, 

does a father feed half his children? 

Our glory is indeed our shame if our comfort breeds on others' pain. 

This feast would be better if it wasn't so lonely. 

Theologies of liberation formed by mother's desperation, 

the church condemns but offers little else. 

Brother sun and sister moon hear a starving 

child's tune thanking God for all His goodness. 

Across the seas the bitter mutter behind ivy walls and drawn 

shutters they plot to keep their own. 

Moths and worms around us gather, 

a slow wrath descends a ladder. 

Mercy received in the measure it was given.