The 1922 committee…
The 22
Private chambers, bankers lamps and leather swivel chairs
For he who always wins but never even dares
Tumbleweeds roll and I’m left with the impression
That it’s gonna hit the fan and the committee’s in session
Answers on a postcard
or a poisoned pen letter
When it’s going bad and got no chance of getting any better
They can make you or break you though they’re largely unknown
Gravy faced assassins, they’re the power behind the throne
They’re masters of a game that nobody wins
They can turn a blind eye to a multitude of sins
And without any fanfare and minimal fuss
They can choose to throw the driver under the bus
Middle 8:
Yay or nay…what will it be?
For the self-preservation society
They’re harmless and vicious
The irony’s delicious
It’s a cream tea coup.
No one even knew.
The names and faces of
The gallant 22.
If you fall out of favour with the men in grey suits
They can bury you alive and they’ve got you by the fruits
You’ll be out on your arse or left sitting pretty
When your future is hauled in front of the committee
The sharks can smell ketchup
maybe this time it’s blood
You can swim for your life but it won’t do any good
The division bell tolls, an announcement’s coming down
The clown is dead…long live the clown
@srcoops Feb 2022
Good job on this. Reminds me of the day my boss told me "We've sold the company and your job has been eliminated. Don't take it personally, Jim, it's just a business decision."
@nahlej381 Feb 2022
Another cool set of lyrics. Hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday…but do it quickly I need to hear some tunes!