Chumbawamba: Dutiful servants and political masters

one, two, one, two, three, fourThings were rather different in great grandfather's dayHe just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no payHe took everything they owned and yet still demanded moreHe did a bloody good job in taming the poorNow I'm rather more subtle, I say, I'll tell you what I will doI'll do everything I can to try and help youAnd you'll be helping me, I say, and I'll see that you're alrightYou can have a place of your own, you can even pretend to be whiteAnd you won't have to worry, I'll have a quiet word with your matesOh they'll be alright, they'll have enough on their plateI'll put a bit in their mouths, you just pull hard on the reinsThey'll do anything for you and they won't complainYou'll be so much better off, I say, you can share my paradiseJust sign my piece of paper and I'll organize your lifeAnd it never fails, it does the trick, it works every timeSo me and my dear wife and the family's doing fineGreat granddad got his dukedom when slavery was abolishedDear old dad became a viscount when the Empire was finishedBut times have changed for the better with freedom of choiceWe're a thousand times richer, QED His Master's VoiceA dog stares into a gramophone trumpet, waits for its call to actionMute and obedient, standing to attentionLook a little closer, the dog is a womanShe's working under a system that she can't understandTrapped inside a world of labor and heatSo that she and her children will be able to eatThe trumpet is patriarchy, it's old and fixedWhere poor men are lured by desire to be richWhere the limited power is still given to menWhere development aid is so wastefully spentWhere western education enforces this crapWhere women work in the open, yet live in a trapThere's one solution, and this is itThe dog leaps on the gramophone and has a shit