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• Artiste: Riz MC
• Titre: Ill Credit
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"Credit Crunch" sounds like we made that name up for kids To explain to them this where Father Christmas is "I'm sorry, Timmy, but Santa couldn't come this year Dr. Credit Crunch has trapped him up in Castle Fear" "Billy Santa has been eaten by the Credit Cruncher So you'll have to keep your old bike, I'll just repair the puncture" Although I guess those fairy tales are really for the grown ups So no one has to take the blame and no one has to own up See as a nation we went and tried to live above our means Had spending sprees and who was there accommodating these? Over employed, over ambitious little companies So now we'll suffer some unemployment and redundancies And there ain't a solution, Just a choice between some different evils A choice to be made by those publicly elected people Who will always make the wrong choice in someone's eyes? But then I'm sure it can be sweetened with some tasteful lies We either borrow more cash to keep our people spending Stop the panic and stop the whole economy descending Whilst still maintaining restraints on public lending Although whether that'll work is still simply atheory pending But it's either that or simply take away public resources And start to charge for services already so exhausted Americanize and risk the financial demise that Bush did Which is certainly the rockier of both treacherous courses But then I guess the answer probably won't be found inside Some lyrics written by some lanky bearded guy And now I must declare to those that have managed to listen This is easily the most depressing verse I'veever written I devastate Nobody's getting off easy Dominate I'm on your mind and on the TV Gimme the money and all A pound of flesh and the checkbook I dominate Like a December-weather check-hook Gimme what I can't afford I'll borrow just a little more I'll write my own reference The banks are only glad to lend They wouldn't if they shouldn't But they do so I'll just go and spend What's a subprime? Why's it sound so threatening? Everybody's chewing on the credit crunch But I don't really get it, from what I read in The Sun It said that now we own the banks, and that the bankers are punks And, oh! That dude from X Factor with the bucktooth won! Apparently we've been too materialistic Things are gonna change, we're now all so-shall-is-tic? Woolworths shut down! Where will I go to shoplift liquorice? Stop, listen, will this effect the cost of getting pissed? If it does I'll just watch TV It's not the source of our problems, It's the cure and will stop them You'll see home improvement, location speculation, take a loan, buy ahome, do it up and sell it on Like it's a failsafe craze is sweeping the nation Maybe I'll watch who wants to be a millionaire, no How's about I've got low credit, please get me out of here So I go for a stroll and some fresh air Not think about shopping, but oh, a stocking, right, X-Mas is here Bright lights inviting me to buy nice bits I'll hold dear I mean for those I hold dear, that looks nice, oh dear I don't open final notice envelopes no more for fear Of what they'll say, but what the hey, I deserve some winter cheer When the barcode bleeps and I hear “Enter PIN Here” My head lights up with the foresight of a blinded deer When the barcode bleeps and I hear “Enter PIN Here" My head lights up with the sight of a blinded deer Bankers been trading our debts At ratings that were too inflated And it's shameless 'Cause we knew I would never make those repayments But pointing the finger's pointless Homeowners or city bonus We were in the same sinking boat just gorging on oysters Now the pearls turned gritty just sit back and enjoy it We're losing jobs but now we're watching our costsrenewables are taking off There's a left wing again And thanks to the crunch, we've even got a black president I devastate Nobody's getting offeasy Dominate I'm on your mind and on the TV Gimme the money and all A pound of flesh and the checkbook I dominate Like a December-weather check-hook