From the recording The Fruitful Fells
Lyrics/Music - Sally Ironmonger & Brian Carter
Jez - Voice/Guitar
Nye Parsons - Double Bass
Piotr Jordan - Violin
Ewan Bleach - Clarinet
Tommie Black-Roff - Accordion
Recorded by Mike West at Ninth ward Pickin Parlor
Mastered by Nick Watson at Fluid Mastering
Lyrics
Do you remember the time, we crossed the poverty line
And the sun shone on those in the shade
Our grandfathers fought and the vision they sought
Was a helping hand from cradle to grave
But now that’s all over, and long been forgot
And the profits all go to the men at the top
And the promises of 45 are just broken dreams and lies
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
They say times are tough and there isn’t enough
To pay the poor the sick and so on
But the profits still flow and the bonuses grow
And we all know where the money has gone.
Those robber barons in their ivory towers
Are eating the fruits of what could’ve been ours.
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
The gap between your place & mine gets wider every day
You pay the press, you pay for votes to make sure it stays that way
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise