Gossip

So envy, pride and the rest

Had been breathing into chest
A poison that would shortly hit their blood
And on these hypodermic streets
Ain't nothin' quite so sweet
As that tempting pull to do no bleedin' good

It's a bow with poisoned arrow
It's an alleyway so so narrow
That any opportunity is oh-so-slim
And for slim ready hardly any

Not a cent and not a penny
Just a chance to watch walls come caving in

Finally penny drops
The eighth was just the cops
That man had devised a cunning plan
Take the ravenously poor
And mix with the unsure
Then make them think the other works for the man

Powerless they saw
The eighth take each ones jaw
And crush it 'til it only spoke of pity
'Til grip got so much tighter
And knuckles so much whiter
And the ash of crumbled chin blew around the city

And on this methadonic road
The only folk you ever knowed
Was the needle of that eighth and damage done
And lightbulb 'bove the head
Of already and almost dead
Was just too late because the eighth had gone and won

The seven deadly sins
Had all been taken in
Didn't realise the full extent of (the) con
With the shrapnel of poverty
On the minefield of gullibility
The eighth just turned that place into the somme