THE LODGER'S (or SHE WAS ONLY A SHOPKEEPER'S DAUGHTER) - Paul

Weller/Mick Talbot



No peace for the wicked - only war on the poor

They're batting on pickets - trying to even the score

It's all inclusive - the dirt comes free

And you can be all that you want to be



Oh an equal chance and an equal pay

But equally there's no equal pay

There's room on top - if you tow the line

And if you believe all this you must be out of your mind



There's only room for those the same

Those who play the leeches game

Don't get settled in this place

The lodger's terms are in disgrace



Getcha brains blown out - in a captain's mess

Stand for the Queen if you can stand the test

It's all thrown in and the lies come free

And you can be all that they want you to be



Oh if you work hard you can be the boss

But if you don't work at all then that's nobody's loss

There's room on top - if you dig in low

And the idea is what they reap you sow



With an old school tie and a reference

You can cover up crimes in their defence

It's all thrown in and the lies come free

And you can be all that they want you to be