The Kinks je britská skupina, založená v roce 1964, jedna z nejslavnějších rockových skupin 60. let. Nikdy sice nebyli komerčně úspěšní jako jejich krajané The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, nebo The Who, nicméně jejich vliv na následný vývoj...

Píseň: Money and coruption/I'm you man

Interpret:
Kinks, The
Album:
Preservation act 1
Sung by Chorus) 


We are sick and tired 
Of being promised this and that. 
We work all day, we sweat and slave 
To keep the wealthy fat. 
They fill our heads with promises 
And bamboozle us with facts, 
Then they put on false sincerity 
Then they laugh behind our backs. 


Money and Corruption 
Are ruining the land 
Crooked politicians 
Betray the working man, 
Pocketing the profits 
And treating us like sheep, 
And we're tired of hearing promises 
That we know they'll never keep. 


Money and Corruption 
Are ruining the land 
Crooked politicians 
Betray the working man, 
Pocketing the profits 
And treating us like sheep, 
And we're tired of hearing promises 
That we know they'll never keep. 


Promises, promises, all we get are promises. 
Show us a man who'll understand us, guide us and lead us. 


We are sick and tired 
Of having to ask them cap in hand 
We crawl on the floor 
We beg for more, 
but still we are ignored. 
We're tired of being herded 
Like a mindless flock of sheep 
And we're tired of hearing promises 
That we know they'll never keep. 


Money and Corruption 
Are ruining the land 
Crooked politicians 
Betray the working man, 
Pocketing the profits 
And treating us like sheep, 
And we're tired of hearing promises 
We know they'll never keep. 


We've got to stand together 
Every woman, every man, 
Because money and corruption are ruining the land. 
Show us a man who'll be our Saviour and will lead us. 
Show us a man who'll understand us, guide us and lead us. 
Show us a man. 
Workers of the nation unite. 
Workers of the nation unite. 
(Mr. Black sings) 


I visualise a day when people will be free 
And we'll be living in a new society. 
No class distinction, no slums or poverty 
I have a vision of a new society. 
And every home will have a stereo and TV, 
a deep freeze, quadrasonic and a washing machine. 
So workers of the nation unite. 


I am your man 
I'll work out a five-year plan 
So vote for me brothers 
And I will save this land 
And we will nationalise the wealthy companies 
And all the directors will be answerable to me, 
There'll be no shirking of responsibilities 
So people of the nation unite. 


Union Man I'll work with you hand in hand 
For we're all brothers to our Union Man. 
I am your man, 
Oh God how I love this land, 
So join together save the Fatherland. 


I visualize a day when people will be free 
And we'll be living in a new society. 
No class distinction, no slums or poverty, 
So workers of the nation unite, 
Workers of the nation unite, 
People of the nation unite.