"The Big Mixer" lyrics

McAlpine lay at his deathbed
His disciples were gathered around
When asked how to honour his memory
These words he began to resound:
"If you must give me two minutes silence
When I am put down in the ground
But don't stop the big mixer goin' and throwin' the concrete around"

Keep the big mixer goin'
Leave Paddy with the shovel at the back
The wheels of the world keep a-rolling
They count all your money in stacks

Peter, he fell from the scaffold
They had him replaced in good time
Computers scan barcodes in Tescos
Space rockets shoot into the sky
Breakin' your back for the bosses
To put enough food on your plate
By the time that you've paid off the landlord
There's just a few pennies to scrape

Keep the big mixer goin'
Leave Paddy with the shovel at the back
The wheels of the world keep a-rolling
They count all your money in stacks

So long as you feed the big mixer
The chalice will never run dry
The cages of commerce surroundin'
A lark never learns how to fly
Trapped there inside of the rat race
And get nothin' from it at all
So we keep the big mixer goin'
And piss while we can up the wall

Do what you're told by the bosses
Try not to rattle the cage
Bless when you pass by the crosses
In Heaven you might break your chains
When you've dropped dead at the counter
There'll be no time for an amen
Somebody's already lined up there, to start the big mixer again

Keep the big mixer goin'
Leave Paddy with the shovel at the back
The wheels of the world keep a-rolling
They count all your money in stacks

When you've dropped dead at the counter
There'll be no time for an amen
Somebody's already lined up there, to start the big mixer again