Old Money

Winter sun hangs high above a cold and wretched world,
Streets once paved with Gold are filled with souls like flags unfurled.
And you were in a castle in your privileged cocoon,
And I could hear the nation cry it’s fear in bloom.

Everyone knows the outrage grows but they say it’s OK,
The ordinary citizen has pride.
And you were in a castle with everything you hide,
But still you think we don’t know we’re being taken for a ride,
And I can hear the nation cry its fear inside.

Old money, knows its place, old money, veiled in lace,
Old money, hides its face, old money, knows no grace,
Old money, holds the ace to the bloodline years,
Old money, needs no space, old money, leaves no trace.

Season’s celebrations die away as the last bell tolls,
Last year’s memories are swept aside,
And you were in your castle, as the cold and driving rain
Beats down on the homeless as they cry in shame.

Everyone knows and they know that it shows but they say it’s OK,
The loyal and the noble fire their eyes.
When you were in your castle do you cast off your disguise?
While you wait the storm breaks, you still carry away the prize,
Then I will see the nation rise, the nation will rise.

Old money, knows its place, old money, veiled in lace,
Old money, hides its face, old money, knows no grace,
Old money, holds the ace to the blood-line years,
Old money, needs no space, old money, leaves no trace.

Born into money, born to be King,
Born from history, taken from within.
Scandals come, rumours go,
The pageant goes on, enjoy the show.

Old money, old money, old money, old money,
Old money, holds the ace to the blood-line years.

Old money, knows its place, old money, veiled in lace,
Old money, hides its face, old money, knows no grace,
Old money, holds the ace to the blood-line years,
Old money, needs no space, old money, leaves no trace.

Old money, knows its place, old money, veiled in lace,
Old money, hides its face, old money, knows no grace,
Old money, holds the ace to the blood-line years,
Old money, needs no space, old money, leaves no trace.

Old money [repeat & fade]