Trilobite - Eighteen Eight One Lyrics

Cash your cheques, the blizzard's going to bring the end
War is coming and we're set to fail, my friend
Ships of steel slide into the blue waters
Six to one, the half-cast captain beats us
Call in the army against salvation and trade
The church can accommodate forgotten waifs and strays
In the cities to which we flock en masse
To get our share of her majesty's diamonds

The streets are paved with gold, my friend
The streets are paved with fame and fortune
The streets are paved with fear, my friend
The streets are paved with disappointment, my friend

We've beaten Eton for the last time, it's over
We strive for life but we study the bones of death
The Tory's in the House of Lords, all is lost
Your style is much too sanctified, save your breath
Retreat once more and divide the old infantry
There's a need for a brand new democracy
It's all printed in the Evening News, my friend
Why you starve and freeze and can't pay your rent

The streets are paved with gold, my friend
The streets are paved with fame and fortune
The streets are paved with fear, my friend
The streets are paved with disappointment

Wear that crown
Wear it while they build your town
Wear it while you wear them down
Wear it while you tear them down

The streets are ablaze with the bright light of the future
Which we'll leave behind in a cloud of smoke
The halls are ablaze with artificial flames of progress
Eyes wide open with amazement, we're impressed
But now the storm will bring our doom, my friend
Black Friday brings a tragic end
It's all printed in The People, my friend
It's all printed in The People, my friend

The streets are paved with gold, my friend
The streets are paved with fame and fortune
The streets are paved with fear, my friend
The streets are paved with disappointment, my friend