The Beautiful South

The Beautiful South - If lyrics

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If the greedy were the starving

If the masters were the slaves

If the owners became the dogs

How would they behave?

'Cause selling family heirlooms

For one fifty or a pound

Is like standing outside

Burger King

Selling horse and hound

Cause sleeping in a doorway

With a futon and a quilt

Is like crying in the rubble

Of a building that you built

The day that you're not man enough

Is the day you cease to be

A wheel-barrow full of leaves

From a rotten apple tree

If the mugger was a woman

And the man just passing by

Would ya' ___ and bitch and slag it up

You'd shrivel up and die

If the landlord was the tennant

And the hunter was the game

If construction was constricted

And capital just the same

Cause sleeping in a doorway

With a futon and a quilt

Is like crying in the rubble

Of a building that you built

The day that you're not man enough

Is the day you cease to be

A wheel-barrow full of leaves

From a rotten apple tree

If the King was court jester

And the jester took the throne

He'd put the privileged on the streets

And give the poor a home

If the Irish were the English

And the English still not free

Would ya mick and pick

and pad it up (?)

You tongue the pip and agree

Cause sleeping in a doorway

With a futon and a quilt

Is like crying in the rubble

Of a building that you built

The day that you're not man enough

Is the day you cease to be

A wheel-barrow full of leaves

From a rotten apple tree

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