Picture a scene and pull it apart.
Who owns this field?
Who drives that car?
Who put up a sign saying, "This is mine."
"Keep off the grass!" and "Keep in line!"

Big, Big House in the countryside,
the souvenir shops don't close until nine.
Postcards will do when the sun don't shine.
Please be gone by closing time.

Picture a scene and pull it apart.
Who built this house from the very start?
Who was forced to work for some food in their hand,
and some s___e in the corner of the master's land?

Big, Big House in the countryside,
the souvenir shops don't close until nine.
Postcards will do when the sun don't shine.
Please be gone by closing time.

This exploitation based on class
is here in the present
like it was in the past.
History builds an image that we never look behind.
Someone is giving orders,
while the rest are kept in line.

Here it is your heritage,
based on class and privilege.
Mr. and Mrs. Average are thinking this is fine.
Living somewhere in-between the cardboard box
and the Limousine,
part of their same society,
conveniently re-defined.

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