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Mother of Greed

Jason & the Scorchers
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Northern Wales in 1910 The coal ships come sailing in 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 hole full of 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 Robbing 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 the tracks Obeyed the law and he paid their tax They laid a road across his back In a bid to make history Now it's all just a memory Now he drives down that interstate Long and wide and proud and straight Over the ground where my mom would wait For my daddy to come back home So feed, feed the mother of greed Robbing grace from the arms of need Losing history to a modern reality Now I rush down this interstate My cred shot and my mortgage late Over the ground where my mom would wait For my daddy to come back home Feed, feed the mother of greed Feed, feed the mother of greed Feed, feed the mother of greed Feed, feed the mother of greed Losing history to a modern reality Feed, feed the mother of greed Robbing grace from the arms of need Losing history to a modern reality