Style Council - The Lodger's (or She Was Only A Shopkeeper's Daughter) lyrics

No peace for the wicked - only war on the poor They're batting on pickets - trying to even the score It's all inclusive - the dirt comes free And you can be all that you want to be Oh an equal chance and an equal pay But equally there's no equal pay There's room on top - if you tow the line And if you believe all this you must be out of your mind There's only room for those the same Those who play the leeches game Don't get settled in this place The lodger's terms are in disgrace Getcha brains blown out - in a captain's mess Stand for the queen if you can stand the test It's all thrown in and the lies come free And you can be all that they want you to be Oh if you work hard you can be the boss But if you don't work at all then that's nobody's loss There's room on top - if you dig in low And the idea is what they reap you sow With an old school tie and a reference You can cover up crimes in their defence It's all thrown in and the lies come free And you can be all that they want you to be