White collar junkies

Listen up! I bet you don’t know
Professional white collar junkies, bro!
They wear white shirts with collars and ties
And earn big dollars to tell big lies
Then hide behind locked windows and doors
With needles and powders from secret scores
Your boss, that judge, the pan-faced banker
And all those straights? We call them wanker!

CHORUS

And they all…..

Work for the government
Erect a stupid monument
Go home, get bent
Pay bills, pay rent
Crack pipe, heaven sent
Deal made, coin paid
No piggy bank to raid
Cash Up No Tick
Shoot up, get sick


That Harvard grad that does your books
He worked all night in labs with cooks
Then delivered the goods in suit and tie
Driving his porche and man,.....he’s high
Look at that straight, that financial planner
He’s looking to feed his need for hammer
He’s got your money, he took the lot
And sold his guilt for a deadly shot.

CHORUS

The nerd from school you had to tease
Is now a junky corporate sleaze
The doc you conned who wrote that script
He wasn’t tired - he was totally ripped
Your high school head, so scathing and dry
Just snorted some coke, enough to fry
Then sallied forth to expel some kid
For brazenly dealing a 20 buck lid.

CH

Producers, directors and actors in sync
Make grand movies from stories of ink
Their egos fed with scores unsaid
From corner bars, and starlets dead.
And the ambo guy who saved your life?
Went home with gear he scored for his wife
The politician who rules the roost?
Just saw old mate for a midday boost.

CH

When you crawl to the bank to beg for a loan
Check out the dude, is he in your zone?
Is the barrister you paid, making much sense
Is his rule of law your perfect defence?
From knife wielding surgeons to sentencing beaks
The white collar junkies are scheming to peak
Its not only bludgers and blue collar fools
Its grandpas and grandmas who paid for their schools

CHORUS

White Collar Junkies pay cash for their gear
Their habits a secret, addiction unclear
They don’t give a damn if you hocked your TV
To desperately score a crap 1/2 g
And yet the ones who condemn the ‘fiends’
Are also addicted to drugs it seems
They’re using and abusing in decadent delight
Guarded by collars of wealth and might.

January 2012

Hi,

Feels more like a rant to me or a long poem...You are saying the same thing over and over again. We got the point after the 2nd verse. Could be shortened with a bridge put in how it relates to us the listener.

My 2 cents

So........is it a bad thing to be a white collar junky?Freedom to pursue happiness,and all that!

Like what you're trying to say my friend. But depending on what avenue or crowd your trying reach it may be a bit long. Some great lines in here though. I can catch the Aussie vernacular easy. Lot of truth in this.