"Innocent Money" lyrics - PRIMAL SCREAM

At night he sleeps on garbage heap streets
On the mattress he keeps strapped to his back
Of sleeping bag and rags
In a five-star shop doorway or underpass home
Canal wind cutting deep through his bones
And a wrap of smack and the mattress on his back
Are all that he owns
And nobody visits and nobody cares

[Chorus:]
Innocent money
(Weighing our worth in it)
Innocent money
(Surrender our lives to it)
Innocent money
(There's never enough of it)
Innocent money
(Swimming in sewers for it)

[Post-Chorus:]
Innocent money
Innocent money
Innocent money
Innocent money

His cold dead stare and filthy grease matted hair
Makes the civilians scared as they walk on by
With their pious eyes glued to the floor
And they've got no clue that he didn't choose
His pavement blues
And the world keeps turning just a little more
And all he can hope for is some money to score
Some money to score

[Chorus:]
Innocent money
(We place all our trust in it)
Innocent money
(We pray to our gods for it)
Innocent money
(Is the King of the World)
Innocent money
(It's the Devil himself)

From Buckingham Palace to sink estate slums
Imperial nostalgia, the eagle has flown
Britannia's resigned to managed decline
The fox guards the chickens, the chickens don't mind
The system is rigged like a Vegas casino
We're most of us born with a busted flush
Marx's pipe dream of a classless society
Is further away than the mountains of Mars

[Chorus:]
Innocent money
(A lifetime of work)
Innocent money
(With nothing to show for it)
Innocent money
('Cept a face full of worry)
Innocent money
(And a fist-full of air)

[Bridge:]
Always the wealthy, never the poor
Always the wealthy, never the poor
Always the wealthy, never the poor
Always the wealthy, never the poor
Always the wealthy, never the poor
Always the wealthy, never the poor

[Interlude:]
The bourgeois bastards just keep stealing
And selling the dreaming of the lies, lies, lies
That undermine our lives
The slugs at the bottom feed the wolves at the top
Growth spreads upwards ever only
There's no trickle down, trickle down, trickle down, trickle down
Our souls are worth more than the warmth of the Sun
They've tricked us to believe that our work is never done
Cognitive dissonance, proud of your ignorance
Subjects not citizens, never read a book
Too scared to take a look, too scared to take a look
Market theology
Makes a lie of democracy
We'd swim in a sewer for it
Drowning in debt for it
Market realities
Closed down the factories
A rope made of gold
To hang ourselves on

[Outro:]
Innocent, innocent
Innocent, innocent
Innocent, innocent
Innocent, innocent
Innocent, innocent