Past Life Recession/Its Only Bricks And Mortar By Marcus Cooke And Tom Quinton

"Past Life Recession" By Marcus Cooke
 
First i was a poet  
i died a tragic death  
18th century swagger  
poetic to my last breath  
i lived alone  
in a shack with no roof  
no warmth or love  
with only paper and a quill.  
words were my first love  
and also my last  
in service of the king  
i also pulled a cart  
dysentery killed me  
as did a lonely heart  
...and still the bastards taxed me.  
 
my 2nd incarnation
i was a pilot  
world war 2 ace  
i flew spitfires, and bi-planes.  
the enemy would hide in fear  
when they saw my face.  
shot down in flames  
i died a hero's death  
i died for my family and country  
...and still the bastards taxed me.  
 
3rd time lucky,  
I'm me once again  
i write dodgy poetry  
watch dodgy movies
i keep out of history's way  
i try and live a good life  
....and still the bastards tax me.  
 
4th go at the wheel  
i invented time travel  
received the Nobel peace prize  
(I gave it back)  
ushered in a new era for civilization  
saved the earth from itself  
and died peacefully in my sleep  
age 112 next to three scantly clad women  
a bottle of whiskey,  
and a box of chocolate pretzels  
and what did the bastards do?  
yeah you guessed it  
they fucking taxed me.  
 
Live or die  
through countless reincarnations  
the taxman remains eternal  
pinching the penny's  
the circle of greed remains open.  
in death you will never find peace  
in death you will still feel the squeeze.  
cheers Mr Cameron.    
 
 
"Bricks and Mortar" By Tom Quinton
 
It's only bricks and mortar
you can't take them with you when you go
To the great party in the sky
Or when you're roasting with the sinners below
 
It's only bricks and mortar
You can't take them with you when you go
My mortgage payment in arrears
But interest rates are low
 
It's only bricks and mortar
First time buyers stop and think
with no room to swing a cat
and the boilers on the blink
 
It's only bricks and mortar
Moldy walls drip like a burst cist
Radiators bleed from the inside out
The carpets smell of piss
 
It's only bricks and mortar
A buyers market or so they say
Financial slavery
A life time of decay
 
It's only bricks and mortar
With landscape gardens full of fun
A paddling pool, a drowned barbeque
and no fucking sun
 
It's only bricks and mortar
A status symbol for the shallow and the vain
Home is where the heart is
Mines going down the drain
 
It's only bricks and mortar
Foreclosure sign on my front lawn
Relentless economic pressure
From dusk till bloody dawn
 
It's only bricks and mortar
Now it's time to act my age
lets see the politicians  
the royal family, the bankers
survive on minimum wage
 
It's only bricks and mortar
I'm not trying to point the blame
A western world, so called democratic and fair
To me seems fucking insane
 
It's only bricks and mortar
You can't take them with you when you go
To the great party in the sky
or when you're melting with the sinners below.