We Have Nothing to Lose but Our Chains… - Arms Aloft

Another 40 hours wagered on another palmed week

We know the slight of hand so why do we still

Expect blind luck or a pickpocket’s touch to heal?

But every rigged game won leaves somebody who’s beaten

Made to understand the rules.

Made aware they’ve been cheated

Made freshly determined there’re some things you can’t just steal

And when what goes around

Has run aground

We’ll warm our bones fireside by what’s left of the wreckage

Feast on cores and peels

In the fallow fields

Where the rivers flowed before they dried up

Nothing to lose but the chains that tied us down

Off-course, in a storm, watching ocean creep in

What did we expect?

Piloted by invisible hands, fast asleep at the wheel

Fattened by debts accrued, we are hogs for the slaughter

Not prodigal sons, nor coal miners' daughters

But only the stepped on can be a tack in a heel…

Yeah we know

That when what goes around

Has run aground

We’ll warm our bones fireside by what’s left of the wreckage

Feast on cores and peels

In the fallow fields

Where the rivers flowed before they dried up

Nothing to lose but the the thrill of the scrounge

Lust for thrones and crowns

The world’s ours to win less these chains that kept us down!

Don’t ever let the bastards grind you down