Mother of Greed

Northern Wales in 1910
Coal ships come sailing in
The sweat and blood of tired men at the end
of the working day
Further south in London town
The wheels of commerce go round and round
My Granddad in that old Welsh town gets thrown
out of his factory
So he looks out across the sea
Another ship filled with frightened men
My Granddad lost in all of them
Up on the bridge the owner stands just taking
his morning air
So feed feed the mother of greed
Steal her grace from the arms of need
Losing history to a modern reality
Birmingham in ‘56
A sack of cash and a bag of tricks
The Northern hordes and privileged hicks
They set out to make history
My Dad was born across those tracks
Obeyed the law and he paid his tax
They laid a road across his back
In a bid to make history
Now it’s all just a memory
Now he drives on that interstate
Long and wide and proud and straight
Over the ground where my mom would wait
For my daddy to come back home
Now I rush down this interstate
My credit shot and my mortgage late
Over the ground where my mom would wait
For my daddy to come back home