The Guilts

THE GUILTS – Jez Lowe (Lowe Life Music) 

THE GUILTS

I met a well-fed face from a hungry past,
He was honest and angry when I saw him last
I said it’s oh so good to see a friend like you,
After so long and what we’ve all been through.
He said For me now things just couldn’t be better,
Cos you know I’ve always been a real go getter,
I fought my way to the top of my pile,
No guilty conscience ever cramped my style.

CHORUS.
The guilts, the guilts they can’t hurt me,
The guilts, the guilts they can’t hurt me,
My heart’s as hard as hard can be
Well I just don’t care,
Don’t give me the guilts, the guilts, they can’t hurt me,
The guilts, the guilts, they can’t hurt me.
I fought my way to the top of my tree,
And I’m gonna stay right there, he said,
I’m gonna stay right there.

He said, I can remember when we sang those songs,
Of working class struggle they were such good fun,
But times were changing and I’d soon had enough
Of that old Joe Hill and all the left-wing stuff.
So while you sat around blowing bad harmonica,
I made money like a right wing scavenger,
I turned away from the poor and oppressed,
If I couldn’t make profit, I couldn’t care less.

I bet you never thought I’d get this far,
With my brand new suit and my custom car,
But I can tell by your frowns and your plain soft talk,
We were horse and carriage, now we’re cheese and chalk,
So won’t you shake my hand and agree to differ,
I said, One day you’ll come a cropper,