Rigs Of The Time - Maddy Prior

Honesty’s all out of fashion

These are the rigs of the time

Ay me boys

These are the rigs of the time

The Transnational companies are running the show

Unaccountable, faceless ones, nobody knows

Richer than countries, their cause they advance

They pull the strings that make politics dance

The private utilities, I must bring them in

A private monopoloy is guaranteed to win

They charge what they like, give you cause for much grief

And the customer watchdogs have more gums than teeth

The huge hypermarkets on the outskirts of town

Convenience is up, and the prices are down

But the cost of this comfort is not set at nought

It’s all the small business in the bankruptcy court

The cool high street clothes stores are part of the scene

Neat designer labels, a marketing man’s dream

The young people buy them, and here’s the surprise

They pay extra for logos, which in turn advertise

Is Diana an angel, is Charles a cad?

It’s a media circus gone totally mad

The never ending rehash of their private lives

And who knows the truth between husbands and wives?