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Also from Preservation Act II.
Money Talks
[Sung by Flash, Floosies and Spivs]
Show me a man who says he can live without bread
And I'll show you a man who's a liar and in debt.
There's no one alive who can't be purchased or enticed
There's no man alive who wouldn't sell for a price,
Money talks and we're the living proof,
There ain't no limit to what money can do
Money talks, money talks.
Money can't breathe and money can't see,
But when I pull out a fiver people listen to me.
Money can't run and money can't walk,
But when I write out a cheque I swear to God I hear money talk.
Money talks and, baby, when you've been bought
You pay attention every time money talks.
Money talks, money talks.
Money talks and there's no doubt about it
Money talks and we can't live without it,
What's the point of living unless you've got money?
I just couldn't function without money.
Money talks, money talks,
Money talks, money talks.
Show me an upright respected man
And I'll have him licking my boots when I put money in his hand.
It rots your heart, it gets to your soul,
Before you know where you are you're a slave to the green gold.
Money talks and we're the living proof
There ain't no limit to what money can do.
Money talks you out of your self-respect,
The more you crave it the cheaper you get.
Money talks, money talks.
Money buys you time and people listen,
Money can buy a smile and make life worth living.
If you're ugly money can improve you.
I just couldn't face the world without mazuma.
Money talks, money talks.
"Scum Of The Earth"
[Sung by Flash, Spivs & Floosies.]
[Flash:]
They call me the scum of the earth.
They say I'm the scab of the nation.
But deep inside I'm only human.
Just an ordinary man.
With ordinary plans.
They say I'm crooked and bent,
They call me a rogue and a villain,
But if they could see deep inside me
They'd see a heart that once was pure
Before it touched the evils of this world,
For if I cut myself I bleed
And if I catch a cold I sneeze.
Have I not eyes to help me see?
Have I not lungs to help me breathe?
Have I not hands, organs, senses
And affections just like you?
Stop the music.
Well ain't I human
Like everybody else?
Before you condemn me my friends,
I suggest that you look deep inside you
For good and evil
Exist in all of us,
And no man is a saint
And each creates his heaven and his hell.
[Chorus:]
We know that he's only a man.
He's got feelings and faults
Just like everyone else.
[Flash:]
So don't put me down because I've done well,
For even wide boys, hoods and spivs
Have got the right to live.
[Chorus]:
We know we're the scum of the earth,
We know we're the scab of the nation,
But we're your enemies and your brothers
And no man is a saint
And deep down we're all the same as one another.
Scum of the Earth - The Kinks
Second Hand Car Spiv -- The Kinks
Spiv:
I was born a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated,
delinquent juvenile.
I am a product
of mass produced factory fodder,
Streets full of tenement blocks,
rat infested filth
and squalor.
I left school,
went straight on the dole
And unemployment's no enjoyment,
Welfare State
owned my mind
and my body and my soul.
So I worked my way up
to be a second-hand car spiv,
But don't judge me harshly
because I'm just a slum kid.
I built up my business
with a quick wit and fist,
So don't double-cross me
or my hoods will dissect you
With their black jacks and shiv.
Slum kids never get a break,
they've got to fight their way up.
Wheel and deal,
beg and steal,
Sweat blood
to earn a buck.
I didn't want to work on the factory floor,
I wasn't content,
I wanted more
Than to be a slave of a lathe,
Work all day
and go home bored.
So a second- hand car spiv was what I became.
I built an empire
because I used my brains.
He was a second-hand car spiv
up from the slums,
So don't judge him harshly
because he's just a slum kid.
Then he moved into property,
stocks and shares,
Spiv: And into high finance
and you've got to agree
That running a multi-million corporation
Sure beats selling cars second-hand.
He was a second-hand car spiv
up from the slums,
So don't judge him harshly
because he's just a slum kid.
Then he moved into property,
stocks and shares,
Once he sold old worn out heaps
to the punters on the street,
Spiv: Now I'm in control of the country as a whole,
And the world is at my feet.
He was a second-hand car spiv
up from the slums,
So don't judge him harshly
because he's just a slum kid.
Then he moved into property,
stocks and shares,
The world is at his feet.
Spiv: Power, power, I've got power oozing out of me,
And when you think of all the things I've done
It says a lot for one
Who worked his way up from the streets.
Yes I'm a second-hand car spiv.
Do a deal,
buy and sell,
It's my trade,
I know it well.
Make a sale,
ring the bell
And let the suckers
go to hell.
Bank the profits,
count the change
Another sucker
comes your way.
Life is a crooked game,
And slum kids never change.
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