Lyrics

Blowing down from higher ground 
The winds of change seem nothing but a whisper 
Politicians all around 
Conceal the deals of wealthy tongue-twisters
Greasing up on fat-cat kickbacks 
While the masses bleed, their greed 
Strips us to the core 
We can’t take anymore

They wrote the ladders missing rungs 
Then rented us the climb 
Sold us back our stolen hours 
One payslip at a time
They carved the rules in polished rooms 
With carpets thick as lies 
Then called it fair when hungry hands 
Were priced out of the prize

Every clause had a velvet glove 
Every tax break had a name 
Every bailout found a mansion 
Every cut found someone to blame
And we signed where they pointed 
Because fear can teach the poor 
To thank the hand that locks the gate 
And kneel beside the door

Fat cat democracy 
Gold in the teeth of the law 
Fat cat democracy 
Feeding the few with the hunger of more
You wrote us down 
You priced us out 
You built your heaven from our need
Fat cat democracy 
Tonight oppression starts to bleed

They moved the money offshore 
Then moved the blame downstairs 
Left the sick to count the coins 
For medicine and prayers
They praised the grind, they praised the graft 
They praised the silent queue 
Then changed the rules at half-time 
When the game was breaking through

Pensions cut and rents released 
Like wolves around the town 
A thousand little legal blades 
To keep the wages down

But ink can dry like evidence 
And paper has a smell 
Of dinner clubs and private lifts 
And markets ringing bells
Now every street has learned the trick 
Now every mouth can see 
Poverty was not an accident 
It was policy

Fat cat democracy 
Gold in the teeth of the law 
Fat cat democracy 
Feeding the few with the hunger of more
You wrote us down 
You priced us out 
You built your heaven from our need
Fat cat democracy 
Tonight oppression starts to bleed

No crown, no blade No antique square 
No painted king with powdered hair
Just glass towers Locked accounts 
And men who smile When suffering counts

At first we begged for lighter chains 
At first we asked for bread 
At first we thought the room was deaf 
Not carefully misled
But hunger keeps a ledger too 
And debt remembers names 
The poor have learned the architecture 
Of the rich man’s flames

So open every hidden book 
Read every buried line 
Drag every golden signature 
Into the common light
No more crumbs from banquet hands 
No more mercy sold as grace 
No more laws that kiss the rich 
And spit into our face

We are the rent you raised too high 
We are the bills you multiplied 
We are the ones you would not see 
Inside your fat cat democracy
We are the shifts that broke the bone 
We are the streets you never owned 
We are the voice beneath your feet 
We are the court, we are the street

Fat cat democracy 
Gold in the teeth of the law 
Fat cat democracy 
You cannot feed on us anymore
You wrote us down 
We rose as one 
You sold the rain, we claimed the flood
Fat cat democracy 
Tonight the poor stand up and tear your gates down

Not for sale 
Not on our knees 
No more fat cat democracy
Not for sale 
Not on our knees 
No more fat cat democracy

The law belongs to those it bleeds