Existing in a world of I, O, U’s and a new set of rules
Where money is transferred and not spent… are you confused
It was rent and bills and food, hand-to-hand and well used
Now its moved and abused, through plastic cards flexing
Infecting unsuspecting people, letter after letter requesting
Well… letting, making the choice very easy to apply in name
10 minutes of ya life to fill in, bout 10 years of pain… repaying
Its insane, but whose to blame, its you who holds the shame
Or those who Spam the fucking mail, the fat cats that inevitably prevail
Impaling like a nail into the pocket of the unsuspecting victim
Today a house that’s lived in, tomorrow debt collectors… insisting
For the TV the DVD the PC anything else… oh. Then to the kitchen
So Basically anything worth lifting, inflicting a shell of your former self
An empty house from a former wealth, so what else could go wrong?
Then 1 forgotten bill sets the alarm, shit… an eviction notice that’s due on…
Fuck… the house is gone, so now ya homeless and what for
Cos ya didn’t read the small print, before, signing away ya front door
With HP, credit, debit, and much more, the incessant spending
That’s obtained easier with others lending, quickly spirals, before you fall
It’s just too easy to acquire if you desire with its persistent call
Advertised like it was a free complimentary gift… that fucks us all!