- Author: Montague Bassoon
- Category: lyric
Suck On The Crust (Introductory Offer)
Imagine the scene. A typical post-modern Victorian minded nuclear family sits around the table for its first meal of the recession. They only have themselves to blame and capitalism to blame. But the belief in prayer and a song might ease the pain.
Sisters and Brothers of the congregation.
The Lord has you in his presence, which is to warmly embrace you, all into his godly embrace. Even I would doubt a Presbyterian solicitation after nightfall. Emboldened by the Gareth work on the BBC and in particular the Southern Oxley post-modernist choir I thought we could here have a bash, that means go, at creating the Queen & King Upstairs Choir. Under your seats you will find the main chorus for a new and modern polyphonical choral work for human voices. Don’t be alarmed, if you are of an Anglican or other fringe denomination this song is a-religious and can be safely entered into by both the young, the old and the undead.
We start with a verse (uttered by my semi-ecumenical self) and you follow with the chorus. Of course you are unaware of the preceding verse’s contents but that can only enhance your supplicancy. And I never heard anyone complaining when the mass was delivered in latin to a stunned audience of delinquent peasants.
Suck On The Crust (SOTC 2009 Mix)
Verse 01
Oh Lord as we sit down at this table
As the prophet Gordon told the fiscal oaf
In an oft repeated religious fable
About a family existing on a single loaf.
Chorus
He sucks the crust. He sucks the crust! He sucks the crust.
In the broad daylight! Well, if he must! Suck on the crust!
He’ll have to take the goodness, with the shite!
Verse 02
Oh Lord we are sorely troubled
By this fraught economic situation
Who has burst our hedge fund bubble
So that we lament with pure frustration
Chorus
They suck the crust. They suck the crust!
They suck the crust. In the broad daylight!
Well, if they must! Suck on the crust!
They’ll have to take the goodness, with the shite!
Verse 03
Oh Lord we have been rumbled
Backsliding into venture capitalism
Our portfolios have all tumbled
And now we face destitute realism
Chorus
We suck the crust. We suck the crust!
We suck the crust. In the broad daylight!
Well, if we must! Suck on the crust!
We’ll have to take the goodness, with the shite!
Verse 04
Oh Lord as we finish this meal
Before we have hardly started to eat
We thank you humbly as we steal
The blessed tax obligation to meet.
Chorus
You’ll suck the crust. You’ll suck the crust!
You’ll suck the crust. In the broad daylight!
Well, if you must! Suck on the crust!
You’ll have to take the goodness, with the shite!
