Money For Old Goats

from by Lyle Christine



Now move it along, keep it out my face, you’ve had your time, you’ve filled your space
I’m talking to you. Try to understand. I’ve got my mouths to feed. I’ve got my land.
You rake it in, you mine the gold, re-sell the asking price, you break the mould
So bone the beak, crack down the back, scrape off the juicy cuts, you paint it black

You’ve got the royalty, you’ve got the mint for life
You’ve got the shiny coin, you hold a golden knife

I’ll tell the truth, show where I stand, I’ll salt the Earth salt, I’ll shift a gram
There’s nothing worse, a roaming hand, I’ve got to pay my tax usurper, I’ll sell the sand
The wind is mine, a flotsam gas, I’ll blow it out the sea, I’ll blow more glass
From where I stand, I stand alone, your fields of plastic maize, your fields of foam


from Publish and be Damned, released February 13, 2011


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