Donedávna u nás Jaze Colemana znali především fanoušci kultovní kapely Killing Joke. Hudby znalá veřejnost zaznamenala také jeho symfonické opusy pro velikány rockové scény Rolling Stones, nebo Pink Floyd. Všeobecně známého hudebníka v naší zemi...

Píseň: Age Of Greed

Interpret:
Killing Joke
Album:
Extemities Dirt And Various Repressed Emotions
Ten percent of the land
Is the hand that pulls the strings
Be the privileged few (to have to own to hold)
Power over the people yes yes
Power over people
Be the privileged few to have to own to hold


Money property assets before lives
Green gestures of a dying planet
An endless debate only too late
An appetite for glutony


The only way is up the only way is up
But when you are up you have to try and stay there
So you stamp and cheat on people
Champagne breakfats (rewards for the killing)
And a fast waist bulging
Indulging, in what you call good living


But most of all there is too much fat on your heart - pig
A lifestyle of cholesterol
Cross collateralized cholesterol
Saving what's left from profit margin
For what?
I'll tell you what for
For some irrelevant conscience easing charity - Why?
Just to justify! Just to justify!


Look at this utopia
A society based on solid foundations
Educate our children - educate them well
To feather the nest and fuck the rest
(Yes yes feather thenest and fuck the rest)
The waste expands
(As your waist expands)
While others stand at the back of the queue
I mean you


Still the same old security
For your creature comforts
Exchanging the hours of your life
For the cash you've already spent
Eating rubbish so you can pay the rent
Table wine once a week if you'relucky
In comparison


Privatise the people's lives
Be part of the company (or fade!)
The appliance of science to privatise their lives


Water is our business
Electricity is our business
Gas is our business
Lives are our business
Business is our business


Your money - my time
Your stinking industrial bathwater - my wine
Imbalance induces hate
How will you fill the gap
Between the endless buffet
And the scraps of food I have


I feel hate I feel hate
I feel hate I feel hate
(Don't be afraid to show your hate, hate!)


You just treat me like a commodity
You didn't know I couldn't even afford to feed my family
I just want to kill
I just want to take a gun
And put it to your head
And pull the trigger