I Spy from Estère by Estère

I spy with my little eye
a greedy man sneaking through the back door
he waits then eats all the cake
gobbling it up until there isn't anymore

I spy with my little eye
desolate people working till they're dry
energy spent no time to relent
nibble on the bones of the ninety-nine percent

Gobble them, grind them
gobble them, gobble and grind them
gobble them, grind them
poor souls cooking in the oven.

I spy with my little eye
rubbish bins fuller than the children
who are lining the streets with no cake to eat
begging for a slice of some generosity

Yeah I spy with my little eye
ambiguous digits impaling life
so much pain for so little gain
you're lucky if you're born in the right domain

coz we...
Gobble them, grind them
gobble them, gobble and grind them
gobble them, grind them
poor souls cooking in the oven.

• Electric Blue Witch Hop
• Electronic
• New Zealand