Представляем точный текст композиции "Inequality Street" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Skyclad . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Inequality Street» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Skyclad передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Skyclad - "Inequality Street"
Lyrics to Inequality Street : Lifes really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomachs in knots, while your box is so full - mines perpetually empty. From the cradle to the grave, point your ladle to the gravy. "Food comes first, then morals" they say, the end of the worlds three hot meals away. Two average men eat their average meals but destiny waits at their table. One is served gruel while the other chews veal, (but theyre both spoon fed lies, lies from the cradle). Lifes really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomachs in knots, while your box is so full - mines perpetually empty. It sticks in my throat - my stomachs in knots, while your box is so full - mines perpetually empty. Tragic moments for the masses- work is the curse of the drinking classes "homo homini lupus" we cry- humanity fades like the moon in the sky. You cant cook an omlette without breaking eggs, (first they are cracked and then beaten). The only things cracked around here are our heads, recepies for disaster that we keep repeating. Lifes really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomachs in knots, while your box is so full - mines perpetually empty. It sticks in my throat - my stomachs in knots, while your box is so full - mines perpetually empty. Heres a real beggars banquet, a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket. Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau, dip silver spoons into black forest gateau. Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toast to the "other-half" dying to eat. Cause they who receive feast deserve it the most, its a literal dead-end (Inequality Street). Lifes really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomachs in knots, while your box is so full - mines perpetually empty. Lifes really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomachs in knots, while your box is so full - mines perpetually empty. It sticks in my throat - my stomachs in knots, while your box is so full - mines perpetually empty. [ Inequality Street Lyrics ]
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