Bill Fever’s debut EP
Money Goes To Bloody Money
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All words and music written by Bill Fever 2021
All instruments played by Bill Fever apart from drums
Drums played by Joe Montague
Money Goes To Bloody Money
It doesn’t matter what you say
You can pay to have your way
And the truth can go away
Chuck some money at it
Chuck some money at it
It doesn’t matter what you do
Just need the cash to see it through
Doesn’t have to be remotely true
Money goes to bloody money
And the power it buys
Is built on bloody lies
Money goes to bloody money
And the power it buys
Is built on bloody lies
It doesn’t matter what you pull
You can keep your pockets full
Cover up their eyes with wool
Chuck some money at it
Chuck some money at it
It doesn’t matter what you claim
You light the fire and the flame
But you’re never going to take the blame
No!
Money goes to bloody money
And the power it buys
Is built on bloody lies
Money goes to bloody money
And the power it buys
Is built on bloody lies
Morally bankrupt, yet you can deceive
When there’s always more up your sleeves
If in doubt, chuck some money at it
Money goes to bloody money
And the power it buys
Is built on bloody lies
Money goes to bloody money
And the power it buys
Is built on bloody lies
The Lighthouse
The Captain’s gaze is fixed
Ignoring all our cries
Unforgiving cliffs
Reflected in his eyes
The lighthouse
Is dead ahead of us
Yet here we are
Aiming for the rocks
The Captain holds his course
Concerns are shrugged away
He says our fears are false
And he’s in charge today
The Captain’s on the take (again)
His puffed up chest is full
Upon those rocks we’ll break
He’s going to kill us all
The lighthouse
Is dead ahead of us
Yet here we are
Aiming for the rocks
The waves of light
The waves of light
The waves of light
The waves of light
Are undeniable
Yet here we are
Rising Tide
There’s a rising tide
And I’m stuck in the middle
Of a fool and shark
Who speaks in riddles
And the lies they peddle
Seem to earn them medals
And their crimes are uncharged
Deal us your empty words
No idea, no clue
Spinning endless hot air
We see right through you
There’s a rising tide
And I’m stuck in the middle
Of liar and a clown
Who’s on the fiddle
And the lives they ruin
Are but nothing to them
And their crimes are uncharged
Deal us your empty words
No idea, no clue
Spinning endless hot air
We see right through you
Deal us your empty words
No idea, no clue
Smile your crocodile smile
The tide will one day turn on you
Absolutely diabolical scumbags
Absolutely diabolical scumbags
Absolutely diabolical scumbags
Greased palms slide money under the table
You wouldn’t think they could stoop so low, but they will
Pull some strings to see their buddies right
The kids are going hungry tonight
Absolutely diabolical scumbags
Absolutely diabolical scumbags
Profiteers
Stoking fears in the papers
Wave machines aimed at the neighbours
They’ll turn you out and ship you off at speed
A classic tale of corruption and greed
Hollow and heartless
Two-faced chancers
Will leave this place in tatters
With their arms full of backhanders
Absolutely diabolical scumbags
Absolutely diabolical scumbags