🇬🇧 GOLDEN VAULTS & BROKEN PEOPLE Genre: British Punk Rock / Dark Rap Metal / Industrial Rock Vocals: Deep, rough British male voice, working-class London accent, shouted gang vocals Delivery: Proper British pronunciation throughout — angry, sarcastic, rebellious, and absolutely fed up. [INTRO — Spoken in a gritty British accent] Right, then… gather round, you greedy bastards. Look at all that lovely fucking money! Gold on the ceiling, diamonds on the floor, You’ve got a billion quid and you’re begging for more! People are starving, the whole world’s skint… HOW MUCH FUCKING MONEY DO YOU NEED, YOU DAFT, GREEDY PRICKS?! [VERSE 1 — British rap, cheeky and furious] You’ve grafted all your life, now you’re sat upon your throne, Got a massive bloody mansion, still won’t spend your own. Got a safe full of diamonds, got a vault full of gold, While a family down the road can’t afford to keep warm! Your money’s doing bugger all, just gathering dust, While the world’s falling apart from your greed and mistrust. You could help a million people, put some food upon their plate, But you’d rather buy another bloody mansion on an estate! Your kids get the fortune, then their kids get more, Three generations loaded while the poor sleep on the floor. You can’t take it with you when they put you underground, So why the bloody hell’s it locked where nobody’s found?! [PRE-CHORUS — Guitars rising] A little more gold! A little more land! Another shiny diamond for your fat little hand! But the rivers are filthy, and the countryside’s grey, You’re polishing your pennies while the world rots away! [CHORUS — Full band, British crowd shouting] OPEN THAT BLOODY VAULT! LET THE MONEY SEE THE SUN! WHAT THE FUCK’S A BILLION FOR IF NOBODY GETS A CRUMB?! There are people without homes, there are kids who feel the cold, While you’re sat on your arse with your mountains full of gold! FUCK YOUR GREED! FUCK YOUR PRIDE! YOU CAN’T BUILD A BETTER WORLD WITH THE MONEY LOCKED INSIDE! The poor get poorer while you hoard what you own, YOU CAN’T TAKE YOUR FUCKING FORTUNE WHEN YOU’RE DEAD AND GONE! [VERSE 2 — Faster British rap] There’s a bloke who’s lost his job, there’s a mum who’s lost her flat, There’s a family doing wonders just to put a meal on the mat. People skipping meals, trying to keep the bloody lights, While you’re buying another yacht for your champagne-filled nights! You’ve got golden taps and bathrooms, silver cutlery and chairs, While somebody’s bloody freezing and you couldn’t give two stares! You call it being clever, call it business, call it fate, But a country isn’t thriving when its people can’t eat straight! Fix the roads! Clean the streams! Give the homeless somewhere safe! Protect the woods and wildlife before there’s nowt left to save! Help the schools! Help the NHS! Give the next generation room! What’s the point of all your money on a planet going boom?! Nobody says you can’t be wealthy, nobody says you can’t thrive, But what’s the point of winning when the rest can’t get by? There’s a difference between success and being greedy as sin, And you’ve built a bloody fortress just to keep everybody out! [BRIDGE — Low, sinister British spoken voice] Now, just picture this, mate… A vault the size of a cathedral. Gold stacked right up to the ceiling. Diamonds shining like the stars. And outside? A family’s being chucked out. A river’s dying. Some kid’s going hungry. And where are you? Counting your bloody coins. One more coin… One more fucking coin… Go on, then, answer us this… WHO THE HELL ARE YOU SAVING IT FOR?! [BREAKDOWN — Pub crowd shouting] WHO GETS THE GOLD?! NOT THE PEOPLE! WHO GETS THE LAND?! NOT THE PEOPLE! WHO GETS A FUTURE?! NOT THE PEOPLE! THEN OPEN THE BLOODY VAULT AND GIVE THE WORLD A FUCKING CHANCE! [FINAL CHORUS — Massive British punk-rock sound] OPEN THAT BLOODY VAULT! LET THE MONEY SEE THE SUN! YOU’VE GOT MORE THAN YOU COULD SPEND BEFORE YOUR LIFE IS DONE! There are homes to build, there are forests left to save, There are people who deserve more than a cold and lonely grave! FUCK YOUR GREED! FUCK YOUR PRIDE! THERE’S A WHOLE DAMN WORLD YOU’VE LEFT OUTSIDE! Let the rivers run clean, let the hungry get a feed, Give the people a future, not another dose of greed! You can polish all your diamonds till they sparkle in the night, But your riches mean fuck-all if you never do what’s right! You can lock away your billions, build a great big golden wall, BUT YOU AIN’T MUCH OF A KING IF YOU WON’T HELP AT ALL! [OUTRO — Spoken British voice, guitars fading] So here’s to every working bloke who’s struggling to get by, Every lass who’s grafting hard and wondering bloody why. And here’s to all you rich bastards with your fortunes locked away… YOUR MONEY WON’T SAVE THE WORLD IF YOU NEVER LET IT SEE THE DAY. Vault shut. Conscience gone. People skint. Greed carries on. Well, sod that. FUCK GREED!
