Monkeyjam - Call it what you want Lyrics

What are you doing it for, tripping up the cripples and robbing the poor?
How do you sleep at night, pouring oil on troubled waters then setting it alight?
Maybe it's all part of the plan to rip the heart and soul out of every man
And maybe you think you're doing your job, but sooner or later they'll be no-one left to rob

If you're a carver, then you run a carvery If you're a baker, then you run a bakery
So what do you call someone who runs the country?

What are you trying to do, by filling up the pockets of the chosen few?
What is it you think you'll achieve, spouting platitudes no-one else will believe?
Maybe you think you're shrewd, but you're running out of people you can still delude
And maybe you think it's smart - running five gears in reverse from a standing start

If you're a carver

[Call it what you want]
Call it righteous, call it piety Call it 20th century society
Call it a moral crusade or war: we just don't have to listen to that shit no more

If you're a carver ...