HERE COME THE KILLERS (Andrew Ranken & Joe Korner)
Here come the killers in the high emission zone
Fighting over the air we breathe
The lowest of the low
Here come the killers as if Covid wasn’t enough
The concrete ceilings falling
While the killers huff and puff
Can’t find a bus, can’t find a train
Here comes the killers’ chopper
Here comes the private plane
Too far to walk, too far to ride my bike
Here come the killers
Trying to break another strike
Here come the killers, they’re bagging up the loot
Making off with everything
They dynamite the roots
Here come the killers and what a bunch of creeps
A government of millionaires
And they’re all so fucking cheap
Here come the killers, a festering oozing sore
Schmoozing up to big money
They’re rotten to the core
Here come the killers trying to keep the big wheels oiled
And rolling over a land
That’s cracked and busted, smashed and spoiled
Can’t find a doctor, can’t find a nurse
Here come the killers
With their fingers in your purse
Can’t find a hospital, can’t find a bed
Can’t find a quiet place
To rest my screaming head
Vocal: Andrew Ranken
Drums: Lou Salvoni
Bass: Simon Korner
Guitars: Patmo Sheeran
Piano and organ: Joe Korner
Backing vocals: Nikki Akinjinmi, Patmo Sheeran, Joe Korner