Plasters - Will and the People

Where have all the peaches gone?

Where are all these leeches from?

Oh, we’re so monetarian.

That’s the way we teach our sons.

You’ve got to pick a pocket or two,

A pockets never full of food,

Just cash.

I never know what the hell I own.

But I can hit the megaphone,

Know what I mean?

Money monetarian,

Blocking out the shiny sun.

Yea, Mr. monetarian.

Paper king, what’s done is done.

Where have all the plasters gone?

Where all are these leeches from?

We’re so monetarian.

Is that the way I teach my son?

See this time, it came as a surprise,

My television died,

I had to go outside.

Saw the world, it’s not fine,

But the weather is sublime.

My history teacher was lying,

Just adding to my fears…

Money monetarian,

Blocking out the shiny sun.

Yea, Master monetarian.

You’re the king, what’s done is done.

If you don’t understand, then work it out.

If you can’t be heard, then simply shout.

You’re never gonna learn what it’s all about.

Coz knowledge feeds the mouth of doubt…

If you don’t understand, then work it out.

If you can’t be heard, then simply shout.

You’re never gonna learn what it’s all about.

Coz knowledge feeds the mouth of doubt…

Money monetarian,

Blocking out the shiny sun.

Yea, Master monetarian.

You’re the king, what’s done is done.

And are you falling away?

Too scared to know the answers?

And we’re running out of plasters,

To cover up our wounds.

And would you just crawl today,

Through what should be a clean place.

Your mother would be disgraced,

And she’ll be home soon.