FAT CATS.

The Bankers  and the Preachers,
They're forever rude to me,
Telling me just how much I can spend, 
And  what I may do?
Whilst the Churches in the Market Place,
Crumbles and falls, Crumbles and falls,
That to is corrupt, Corrupt,
Where is the Christ in that?
You who now gather an wait,
                     Gather and wait,

Ensconced are you fortunate Men,
With lofty ideals,
In modern Temples, and Towers, and Palaces,
Of Glass and Steel,
That are the Cathedrals of this brave New Age,
Wrapped in Herminie and Satin,
Whilst getting fat, drunken at Tables of  debauchery,

Hush now you Students that gather and wait,
For your day will come, will come,
Yonder door the clock  ticking , ticking,,
Slowly, slowly.