Money-Go-Round
The Style Council Lyrics


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It's no good praying to the powers that be
'cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree
No good praying to the pristine alters
Waiting for the blessing with holy water
They like the same old wealth in the same old hands
Means the same old people stay old people stay in command
Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round
They got it wrapped up tight, they got it safe and sound
Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round
As you fall from grace and hit the ground

Too much money in too few places
Only puts a smile on particular faces
Said too much power in not enough hands
Makes me think "get rich quick; take all I can"
They're too busy spending on the means of destruction
To ever spend a penny on some real construction

Watch the money-go-round; watch the money-go-round
They amuse themselves as they fool around
Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round
Do like they say, make them vulnerable

No good looking to the empire corners,
"civilization" built on slaughter
Carrying hopes and carrying maps
The spineless ones fall in their laps
The brave and the bold are the ones to be fooled
With a diet of lies by the Kipling school

Watch your money-go-round, watch your money-go-round
But I just can't help being cynical
Watch your money-go-round, watch your money-go-round
Do like I say, make me wonderful

Their morals are clean and their clear
They bend your arm and they bend your ear
Said they bend your mind as you talk in circles
Bend over forwards, this won't hurt you
Till there's blood in your lap, blood on your hands
Watch the money-go-round, watch the money-go-round
Come spend a penny, go out with a pound
Watch the money-go-round, watch the money-go-round
As you fall from grace and hit the ground

(on the money-go-round, you wanna get on but it won't slow down)

The need your votes and you know where to send 'em
Be we don't get the choice of a public referendum
On all the real issues that affect our lives
Like the usa base to which we play midwife
Take a cruise and forget this scene
Said come back later when the slates wiped clean

Watch your money-go-round, watch your money-go-round
Born of woman, killed by man
Watch the money-go-round, watch your money-go-round
Do like they pray, make it wonderful

The good and righteous sing their hymns
The crimpoline dresses who have no sins
Christians by day, killers in war
The hypocrites who know what they're fighting for
Killing for peace, freedom and truth
But they're too old to go so they send the youth

Watch the money-go-round, watch the money-go-round
I don't think he was an astronaut
Watch the money-go-round, watch the money-go-round
I must insist, he was a socialist!

Watch your money-go-round, watch your money-go-round
They got it wrapped up tight, they got it safe and sound




Watch your money-go-round, watch your money-go-round
As you fall from grace and hit the ground

Overall Meaning

In The Style Council's song Money-Go-Round, the lyrics express frustration with the existing power structures and the grip of money on society. The singer speaks about praying to higher powers and finds that they are not able to shake the roots of the money tree. The song emphasizes the concentration of wealth in the same old hands, and how this means that the same old people stay in command. The singer urges the listener to watch their money-go-round and recognizes that it is wrapped up tight and safe in the hands of those who already have it.


Further, the song explores ways in which power is concentrated and how the focus on means of destruction rather than construction perpetuates this dynamic. The song also speaks to how democracy is limited and how real issues affecting our lives are not subject to public referendum. The lyrics touch upon the hypocrisy of those who claim morality but use violence to maintain power. The song ends with a call to watch the money-go-round and recognize how we all fall from grace as we try to keep up.


Overall, the song employs a powerful critique of the existing system of governance and wealth distribution. It highlights how wealth and power are concentrated in the same hands and how those who have it use their power to maintain their status quo. This song is a stark reminder of the importance of questioning established authority and working towards a more just and equitable society.


Line by Line Meaning

It's no good praying to the powers that be
There's no use in begging those in charge


'cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree
Because they won't disrupt their source of wealth


No good praying to the pristine alters
It's useless to pray at the clean altars of power


Waiting for the blessing with holy water
Hoping for a miracle from those in charge won't work


They like the same old wealth in the same old hands
The people in charge prefer to maintain their wealth and control


Means the same old people stay old people stay in command
This ensures the same people remain in power


Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round
Monitor your money as it keeps circulating


They got it wrapped up tight, they got it safe and sound
The people in charge keep a tight grip on their wealth


As you fall from grace and hit the ground
You'll suffer the consequences of financial mismanagement


Too much money in too few places
There's a concentration of wealth among a small group


Only puts a smile on particular faces
This benefits only a select few


Said too much power in not enough hands
Concentrated power leads to problems


Makes me think "get rich quick; take all I can"
This mentality arises from a system of concentrated wealth and power


They're too busy spending on the means of destruction
Those in charge use their wealth to fund weapons and war


To ever spend a penny on some real construction
They don't invest in things that actually benefit society


They amuse themselves as they fool around
The wealthy and powerful entertain themselves while ignoring society's needs


Do like they say, make them vulnerable
We should follow the wealthy's lead and become vulnerable as a society


No good looking to the empire corners,
It's useless to seek help from those in charge


"civilization" built on slaughter
Our current society was built on violence


Carrying hopes and carrying maps
We carry dreams and aspirations


The spineless ones fall in their laps
The powerless end up serving those in charge


The brave and the bold are the ones to be fooled
The courageous get tricked by those in power


With a diet of lies by the Kipling school
They're fed lies and misinformation from the elite


But I just can't help being cynical
I can't help but view things with skepticism


Do like I say, make me wonderful
We should reject the powerful's advice and instead strive to be excellent on our own


Their morals are clean and their clear
Those in power consider themselves righteous


They bend your arm and they bend your ear
They use their influence to manipulate us


Said they bend your mind as you talk in circles
They use their power to control our thoughts and conversations


Bend over forwards, this won't hurt you
They'll force us to comply, even if it's detrimental to us


Till there's blood in your lap, blood on your hands
Their actions may lead to violence and harm


Come spend a penny, go out with a pound
They'll gladly accept any amount of money, but will always receive more than what was spent


The need your votes and you know where to send 'em
They require our votes and we know where to cast them


Be we don't get the choice of a public referendum
They don't allow us to vote on important issues


On all the real issues that affect our lives
They don't allow us to vote on issues that truly impact us


Like the usa base to which we play midwife
They don't allow us to vote on important geopolitical issues


Take a cruise and forget this scene
They'd rather we forget how things really are and focus on distractions


Said come back later when the slates wiped clean
They want us to come back once things are more favourable for them


Born of woman, killed by man
Life is given by women, but often taken by men


The good and righteous sing their hymns
The wealthy and powerful sing their praises


The crimpoline dresses who have no sins
The wealthy and powerful act innocent and pure


Christians by day, killers in war
Those who claim to be peaceful often engage in warfare


The hypocrites who know what they're fighting for
They know their true motivations are not pure


Killing for peace, freedom and truth
They claim to fight for noble causes even as they engage in violence


But they're too old to go so they send the youth
The old and powerful send young people to fight in their wars


I don't think he was an astronaut
I don't believe their stories and excuses


I must insist, he was a socialist!
I believe that they are hiding their true political leanings




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: PAUL JOHN WELLER

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