Rogues Bard - Songs - Sale O' Greed

SALE O’GREED (St Ives)

In a surreal chocolate box with pretty boars on the water
An artist sits painting his paintings to order
In colours to match the carpets and curtains it seems,
Of a fat city banker whose purchased the house of his dreams.
It’s a sign of the times, it’s another Sale O Greed

And the Russians are vying to purchase Port Navas.
The Russians are vying to purchase Port Navas
The Russians are coming so mortgage your life away son

The local young couple will blow all their savings
On unaffordable homes made of cardboard containers
With a garden so small that their kids will have nowhere to run
And the bankers just grin and say “mortgage your life away son”

Behind bleak double glazing on laminate floors
They drink Chardonnay behind stainless steel doors
And throw a pound in the bucket once a year..for The Children In Need”
And developers promoting the war of the classes
All drink their Champagne in their rose’ tinted glasses
It’s a sign of the times it’s another Sale O Greed.

The local musicians are all on a roll
They all sing The Blues but the towns lost it’s soul
And the scaffolding retches up to the sky..so it seems
And while I’m sitting here singing this vocal
A giant erection is shafting the locals
It’s a sign of the times lt’s another Sale O Greed.

Now the beaches where Donovan once caught the wind
Are covered on windbreaks and Cornish eyes scream
As the scaffolding retches up to the sky so it seems
It’s a sign of the times, it’s another Sale O Greed.

He’d go Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh…
Let’s all shed a tear for the town that has sold out it’s soul.