Greed Screenplay


Cast of Characters


Maxen Cala - a political activist

Jeremiah Rotkin - an industrialist banker media magnate

Elin Cala - Maxen's neice, a political activist

Ieuan Cala - Elin's son

Bishop Betty Belcher - a drunken female bishop

DJ Hashtag - a media propagandist, Radio Reason presenter

The Scrachans: The gossipy women of the town

Micky J - a ghost guitarist, Maxen's brother and Elin's mother

Mad Cabbie Poet - a poet taxi driver



Abertaff, a small town dominated by an enormous mansion on a black coal tip.


(Voiceover)

See the wealth and think the debt and slavery that finances it


(Music: Wake Up Call)

Narrator:

And paradise provides enough in equal shares for every man
But here we strive to try and live the Brotherhood refuse to give
A penny to the gentle soul
Insanity will crave control, humanity will die of need, when fellow men succumb to greed...

And high above the town on a hill in the Upper World, the Parasites dine on the entrails of the poor
Snug and warm as gold in their vampiric mansion
The banker, the politician, the chief of police, the general, the lord of the manor, the homicidal maniac

And down in the valley, the Lower World, Maxen Cala sits and waits for the solution to come along
On the zombie ridden streets, awash with the unwashed, the mobile handed
Addicted to the pretty penny communication and the downwardly mobile

The Parasites will come out tonight to snack and suck on the lifeblood
In a feeding frenzy of cash lust and an orgy of profit and control


(It is warm as toast in the bed of Maxen Cala as he sleeps and dreams of revolution. An escape from the slavery in Abertaff.)



(Music: Revolution)

Maxen Cala:

The propaganda in the local rag tells me everything's okay
A paper owned by the banker Rotkin
What else is it gonna say?
We are the many and they are the few
So wake up, start a hullabaloo
We are the many and they are the few
Wake up and make some news

The Parasite's light will go out tonight
Who wants power, control and greed?
When love is all you need
Slaves no more

Chorus
Revolution
Revolution

Money us a con, religion us wrong
Wealth is a state of mind
Corporate lies are going out of style
Truth is the new rock'n'roll

The Parasite's light will go out tonight
Who wants power, control and greed?
When love is all you need
Slaves no more

Chorus
Revolution
Revolution

Just because you don't see the bars
Doesn't mean you're not a slave
Kick some ass, you'll have the world on a stick
Real eyes realise real lies

Chorus
Revolution
Revolution

DJ Hastag: (On Radio Reason)

This just in from the Rotkin News Agency. Everything's going to be okay. Apathy is the new rock'n'roll. Leave your big ideas by the door. No-one got anywhere by getting big ideas. Sound advice there.

Elin:

Maxen! Time to wake up!


(The office of Jeremiah Rotkin. It has a Victorian look.)


Matthew Manley: Your biggest problem is with the people waking up.

Rotkin: Oh, they never will. The people of Abertaff sleep in ignorance. Their senses are dulled. They are in torpor.

Matthew: Don't be so sure. There are rumblings.

Rotkin: They believe they are free. That is all that matters.They will believe anything I tell them. They always have, always will. Rumblings? Who?

Matthew: Maxen Cala for one. Activists. They know the game.

Rotkin: Oh, do they now? Cala? I will deal with Cala. He is not the first. He can be bought.


(Rotkin is aware of Maxen Cala's revolutionary desires and tries to recruit him for The Parasites.)


(Music: We've Got Cookies)

Rotkin:

Come over to the dark side, we need rookies
I could really use a boy of your scope
We control the politics, the finance, the church
Wealth and power beyond your wildest hope

Maxen:

You must be out of your mind, join a parasite like you?
How can you be happy? I would rather be dead
You prey on the weak, send people to their graves
Rip families apart with a lifetime of debt

Chorus

Come over to the dark side
Come over to the dark side
Come over to the dark side
We've got cookies

Rotkin: I see big opportunities
Maxen: I see greed
Rotkin: I see chances to succeed
Maxen: I see the dead
Rotkin: I see big opportunities
Maxen: I see greed
Rotkin: You could be happy as Larry
Maxen: I'd be better off dead

Chorus

Come over to the dark side
Come over to the dark side
Come over to the dark side
We've got cookies

Rotkin:

Come over to the dark side
We've got cookies
The money, the gold and total control

Maxen:

The pain that buys
The manipulating lies
I won't play that role
Not gonna sell you my soul

Chorus

Come over to the dark side
Come over to the dark side
Come over to the dark side
We've got cookies

Maxen:

No!!!!!!!!!


(Down in the valley, the Lower World, The Silent live - hooked on fast food, sport, phones and social networking.)


DJ Hastag:

And remember: today may be your last. So make it the best and have a rest. Why question authority? Why question anything? Keep your head down. When there's food on your plate and sport on TV, it's a direct route to happiness.


(Music: Bread And Circuses)


Elin:

Give them games to entertain
Their little heads and eyes
Just enough to keep their minds
From revolution

Feed 'em up and drug 'em out
Their little heads and eyes
Just enough to keep them down
Where they belong

Let them think they've got it all
Let them think that's all there is
Bread and circuses
Bread and circuses
We control the masses



(In a battered playground. The children sing.)


(Music: Tu Bal Cain)


Tu bal cain, mor bon zi
Dad works for the Parasites
And so do we

Tu ball cain, mor bon zi
Make the Parasites rich
Slave one, two, three


(On a street corner. Maxen and Elin.)


Elin: The money goes nowhere.

Maxen: And so do we.

Elin: Will we work forty hours a week, for forty years?

Maxen: It's a beautiful con trick. Borderline welfare.

Elin: My job. Your job. J O B. Just over broke.


(Music: Something Wrong In Town)

Maxen:

Verse
I work one day a week and the money I get
Pays the lowest amount on my credit card debt
So the fat cats can whoop it up
Without an atom of compassion
Or a molecule of guilt

Chorus
And we don't even think for a minute
That there's something seriously wrong
If I stop to think for a minute
I can make it out
There's something wrong in town

Verse
I'll work two days a week and the money I get
Pays the rent to somebody that I've never met
Who's forever on holidays
Sipping latte from a tall glass
Playing volleyball on a beach

Chorus
And we don't even think for a minute
That there's something seriously wrong
If I stop to think for a minute
I can make it out
There's something wrong in town

Verse
I work one day a week and the change in my hand
Pays the people in charge and the crooks in this land
So the fat cats can share it out
And the one day in five
Will pay to keep me alive

Chorus
And we don't even think for a minute
That there's something seriously wrong
If I stop to think for a minute
I can make it out
There's something wrong in town

Distract us from long enough
Play the long game
Get away with murder and no-one's to blame
It's a beautiful con trick, we're too busy to see
They own me, they own you
We'll never be free

There's something wrong in town
Something wrong in town
Something wrong in town
Something wrong in town


(Radio Reason. Well appointed.)


DJ Hashtag:

Reason Radio. Everything you need to know. Radio Reason. Everything you'll ever need to know. Why waste your time thinking? We'll do your thinking for you! We're joined by Jeremiah Rotkin. How are you, my good sir?

(Music: Rotkin's Theme)

Rotkin:

The population of Abertaff could do with being cut in half. And if a cull is the answer then so be it. There are too many mouths to feed and the sick and the needy are no good to me. It's just another form of evolution after all. The people have to be controlled and kept in check. Control. My god I love the sound of that word.

DJ Hastag:

Ha ha. Ever thought of going into politics, sir?

Rotkin:

Go into politics? I don't need to. When you've got the money in Abertaff, you own the politicians in Abertaff.

Child's voice:

One day a wind will come to blow away your power your control and your greed. Your wars, destruction and killing will be blown away with the chemtrails in the sky.



(There is an ever increasing minority in Abertaff, who read conspiracy theories online and are no longer convinced of their freedom. The activists in Abertaff sing of the massive inequality and the unrecognised slavery.)


(Music: 99%)

Activists:

99% of all the wealth is owned by 1%
While the people of the town are starving on the breadline


(Maxen’s living room. Untidy. Books, laptops, gear. Plackards.)


Maxen: Did you know that before 1970, there was no such thing as a credit card?

Elin: You have mentioned it before, yes.

Maxen: We have Lord Rotkin of Abertaff to thank for that. Our generation is buggered.

Elin: Oh, shut up! You are obsessed!


(Music: All I Want Is Your Money)

Elin (sung ironically):

Verse
You wanna hold my hand and squeeze it gently
When all I really want is to be driven in a Bentley
You see, money has a habit of slipping through my hands
And I don't mean Poundland, I mean department store brands
A saccharine couple in a quarantine bubble
When all you really want is a cwtch and a cuddle
Written with a pen stolen from the bank halls
Take all the best tunes and put 'em in commercials

Chorus
I don't want your love
All I want us your money
So I can buy me shiny things yeah
I don't want your love
All I want us your money
So I can buy me pretty things yeah
Pretty things yeah
Pretty things yeah

Verse
Don't tell me money don't exist
A bunch of numbers on a screen
Well honey, you're so funny
You make me wanna believe
A bunch of non-believers on the psychiatric ward
Right from the get-go, get-go
Hello my little friend from a distant galaxy
You gotta own the people in this land of the free
Cos this is who we are and this is what we do
We could do the same for your planet too

Chorus
I don't want your love
All I want us your money
So I can buy me shiny things yeah
I don't want your love
All I want us your money
So I can buy me pretty things yeah
Pretty things yeah
Pretty things yeah


(The people of Abertaff are in debt to credit cards with no way to pay them off. The Parasites are to blame but they are happy - so long as the people do all the work and fight their wars. Meanwhile, the Bishop of Abertaff is interviewed on Radio Reason.)


Bishop Betty Belcher: (on Radio Reason, spoken matter of factly.)

Is the church in touch with the people on the street? Good question. I like to think so. They are my flock. Which is ironic because it makes them sheep.

The poor will always be poor. That's the will of god after all. I mean, somebody's got to do. The dirty horrible low paid jobs. And as long as they keep paying their taxes. What do I care?

The way I see it, the church is in a win-win situation. Keep those donations coming in, kids!

I really feel for the poor, the oppressed. While I'm sipping my Cognac!
Only joking! Ha ha!. This isn't going out live is it? Are we still on?



(Music: Sheep)

Maxen Cala:

There there there there
I can see that you've got it tough
But we don't care
Just as long as you stump up
The minimum payment
On your credit card bill

TV drugs and the internet
A car you can't afford to run
A home you can't afford to keep up
But someone will take your place
And we'll just go around again

Chorus
And we don't care
If you get ill
But not too ill
We don't want you to die
Who's going to do the work?
Who's going to fight the wars?
Who's gonna clean the streets?
And make my tea?

No no no no
I can see that you're terrified
But we don't care
Just as long as you make
A significant contribution
You won't go to hell

Well well yeah yeah
Good to see you'll buy anything
That we tell you to
Just as long as you look like
Every other sheep in the flock
You'll be happy as a pig

Chorus
And we won't care
If you get ill
But not that ill
We don't want you to die
Who's going to do the work?
Who's going to fight the wars?
Who's gonna clean the streets?
And make my tea?

Who's going to do the work?
Who's going to fight the wars?
Who's gonna clean the streets?
Who's gonna make my tea?


(The Maggot Man is an MP who regards his constituency as er... maggots. Keep them warm and fed.)


(Music: The Maggot Man)


Matthew Manley MP:

Are you warm? Are you comfy?
Feel at home in your slime?
Well we can't have you grumpy
Want you happy as swine

Oh so I mixing my metaphors
Most of the time?
Well, accept my apologies
But it isn't a crime

Burn the library down, we don't need it anymore
When a Google search is all you need
Build some luxury homes, it's the digital age
The only thing we want to buy is greed

I'm the Maggot Man, I've come to tuck you in
Sleep the sleep of angels
I'm the Maggot Man, I've come to tuck you in
Dream the dream of kings

You know the times have changed, we're not mining for coal
We're mining for something much better than that
With pit ponies pulling your body and soul
To be burned, to be sold, cut up and controlled

It's a bogus election for the power of attorney
To cajol you, enrol you and spit you out
The worker ants are convenient in ignorance
Well, that'll do for me, that'll do for me

I'm the Maggot Man, I've come to tuck you in
Sleep the sleep of angels
I'm the Maggot Man, I've come to tuck you in
Dream the dream of kings



(The Parasites are dropping chemicals from pedal powered Glyders that fly in the sky above Abertaff. They leave chemical trails in their wake. The heavy gas is loaded with aluminium and barium. It falls down onto the heads of The Silent dumbing them down and turning them into phone-toting zombies.)


(Music: Wednesday)

Maxen:

Wednesday is chemtrail day
Wednesday is chemtrail day

They'll fly over Abertaff
And kill us from the sky


DJ Hastag:

It's coming up to 7.30am and here's the weather sponsored by Rotkin Pharmacutical. Well thanks to vigilant geoengineering the air quality is 99% pure.
It's perfect today this afternoon, we'll get some hazy skies, so don't expect to see much sun. It's gonna be cold tonight, so best stay indoors.


(Music: It's All Lies)

Maxen Cala:

It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day
But not for long, not for long
Stupify, turn the people into zombies
Control, control, it's easier to control
A population that don't say no

Living in a village, where everyone's the idiot
There's no place like home
Anymore, anymore
Apathy sets the alarm bells ringing
And the children singing, singing

Chorus
It's all lies, it's all lies, it's all lies
Oh, you guys take the biscuit
While we take the risk
It's in the skies, in the skies, in the skies
Oh, your gliders drop the poison
While we'll take the hit

White lines, white lines
Chemtrails, chemtrails
Criss cross, criss cross
Welcome to the poisoned land
Addiction from the public school
Create the friction, divide and rule

Historians speaking in the present tense
In this year the Parasites poison the people
Only an outcast would understand
Only a reject could get it
Only an outcast would understand
Only a reject could get it

Chorus
It's all lies, it's all lies, it's all lies
Oh, you guys take the biscuit
While we take the risk
It's in the skies, in the skies, in the skies
Oh, your gliders drop the poison
While we take the hit

Only an outcast would understand
Only a reject would get it


(There is a huge turnaround in the believing business. The people will revolt and take to the streets to protest.)



(Music: Take The Whole Thing Down)

Maxen Cala:

We are being cheated, we are being lied to
The Parasites couldn't tell the truth
Even if they tried to
We are being used, exploited and abused
There's no need to doubt it now
Let's do something about it now

Take the whole thing down
Break the whole thing down

How to about this task?
To email and politely ask?
Start a riot, an online petition?
Will we need Rotkin's permission to riot?
Or will we rot in Abertaff?
Slaves for life, don't be daft
Take the whole thing down
Take the whole thing down

Take the whole thing down
Break the whole thing down
Take the whole thing down
Break the whole thing down

Wake up, I am awake
There's something wrong in town
Wake up, I am awake
There's something wrong in town

Take the whole thing down
Break the whole thing down


(The people of Abertaff prepare for a street protest. Plackards are made. ‘Wake up! Take The Parasites down!’ / ‘Mind control is big business’ / ‘We are the 1%’)

(Music: The Parasites Are Out Tonight)

Maxen:

The Parasites are out tonight
There's nothing like a fight to get them out
We'll give them what they want

Every story you've been told's
A lie, so say goodbye to everything
You think you know

Abertaff is bleeding, we're all slaves
And no-one's leading.
And I'm trying to work out a better way

Take the battle to the streets
The sound of marching feet is beating out
For revolution day

Chorus
I can't see you, but I know you're there

Woolworth shelves are rusting and
The Labour Rooms need dusting and
Audition Strats are bowing out of tune

Paradise is ripping, full of Lynyrd Skynyrd riffing
Alabama, D to C to G and then a skip

Chorus
I can't see you, but I know you're there

DJ Hashtag: Remember - the safest place that you can be is home at night with your computer and the TV. Recent studies have shown that going out in the evening can have a detrimental affect on wellbeing. Reports recommend a few drinks in front of the TV.

Maxen:

The Parasites come out tonight
So stand your ground and fight
It's part and parcel of the play we're in

Every woman, man a slave, from
Cradle to the grave, live in
Hope that one day we will win

Chorus
I can't see you, but I know you're there
I can't see you, but I know you're there


(The activist protest is in full swing. The narration sets the scene for Parasite carnage - the riot police followed by the banker, the politician, the bishop etc. They arrive at night to terrorise the Lower Worlders and capture the odd one for their amusement. Of course, this is after they've robbed them. Elin is taken.)


(Music: Mob Handed)

Narrator:

The Parasites arrive in the Lower World, mob handed with Rottweilers on heavy chains, riot police clad in tar black armour and six inch nails sticking out of dead branches like rotten teeth.

The Lower Worlders are rounded up like rats and hooked like fish, upended, dead eyed and robbed idiotic.

In return for a promise to pay with their very lives, they are left with rough hewn bowls of putrid horse meat, processed cheese, the latest mobile upgrades and day old bread.

The suits grin like cancerous comodo dragons, slime-like puss and slobber dripping on the double chins of the banker and the politician. The bishop laughs so hard, he almost chokes to death with an orgasmic pleasure.

Meanwhile, on the steps of the Old Iron Bridge Hotel, protestations are dealt with by mustard gas, the policeman's friend and protesting individuals are singled out, beaten up and dragged by their greasy hair or a lank limb up the slope to the Parasite's mansion on the hill in the Upper World.


(After the protest is quelled, The Parasites sing their traditional after-riot song. Verses are sung by Rotkin, The Chief of Police(?), Bishop Betty Belcher and Matt Manley MP.)


Narrator:

In the chaos, The Patasites stamp their little feet and begin to sing.


(Music: Only Really Happy)

Rotkin:

I'm only really happy
When I've got you on a leash
Squeezing out the lifeblood and the pain
Of your meagre, dirty lives (of your meagre, dirty lives)

Riot Police:

I'm only really happy
When I'm stamping on your face
Following the orders of the suits
Stamping on the human race (stamping on the human race)

Bishop Betty Belcher:

I'm only really happy
When you give your life to me
In the rancid promise that you'll live
Forever and forever amen (forever and forever amen)

Matthew Manley MP:

I'm only really happy
When I'm lying to your face and you're
Stupidly believing every word
Like the silly little sucker you are (like the silly little sucker you are)


(Elin the activist is taken by The Parasites and subjected to MK Ultra methods of drugging and mind control. She will be released back into the community, when she is reprogrammed and ready. Meanwhile, zonked out, she thinks she's still online - Facebook, Twitter etc. In her mind, she's social networking and buying on eBay.)


(Music: She's In A Coma)

Maxen:

Piglets suckle on the teats of talk
The gossip and the dumb down clichéd squawk
Tedious opinion and the lame brained jokes
Between the spokes of a spinning wheel

Constant chatter of a million debates
Sucking up to the mean-eyed Billy No Mates
Stuck in a loop in a barbwire coop
Between the spokes of a spinning wheel

Chorus
She's in a coma
But she's under the impression that she's still online
She's in a coma
On a dripfeed but she's social networking all the time

Table top boredom in the kitchen of hope
Meet the quarantine baby of a running bad joke
And the certainty of a dope on a rope
Sits in the laptop of the gods

It's a welcome glow screen for the good to go ape
Friday morning is a Monday with a wedding cake
It's a get out clause for the monkey on the make
Between the spokes of a spinning wheel

Chorus
She's in a coma
But she's under the impression that she's still online
She's in a coma
On a dripfeed but she's social networking all the time


(The imprisonment from Elin's POV)


(Music: MK Ultra)


Elin:

I'm a cog behind the face of a clock
Turning with the diamond movement
I rock
Tick tock

The seconds are like minutes
And the hours are like days
Safe in your arms and I know
I'll be sleeping late

There's a fuse that's tripping
In the kitchen of my mind
And the time is dripping
On the plans of my design

I'll sing this song but before too long
I'll be back where I belong, in the town
Until then I'll drown
And keep on sinking down

The seconds are like minutes
And the hours are like days
Safe in your arms and I know
I'll be sleeping late

There's a fuse that's tripping
In the kitchen of my mind
And the time is dripping
On the plans of my design



(On the outside, Maxen Cala and The Scrachans still have faith in a revolution.)


(Music: Revolution Reprise)

The Scrachans:

Revolution, revolution
Revolution, revolution

Maxen:

The propaganda in the local rag tells me everything's okay
A paper owned by the banker Rotkin
What else is it gonna say?
We are the many and they are the few
So wake up, start a hullabaloo
We are the many and they are the few
Wake up and make some news

The Scrachans:

Revolution, revolution
Revolution, revolution


(Mickey J the Ghost Guitarist walks the streets of Abertaff at night, playing haunting tunes on his Gibson SG. He meets Maxen Cala and gives him some advice. He teaches Maxen how to play The Big Chord.)


(Music: Micky J Ghost Guitarist)


Micky J:

The only way you'll defeat the Parasites
Is with something they don't understand
A big chord
Like a power chord

The Parasites are poisoning you
If you'd only take the time to notice
They killed me, I knew too much
I was a squeaky wheel

The big chord?
Play it properly
And it will destroy them
It goes like this...

(A C chord is played on an electric guitar. Kerrang! The people of Abertaff must now learn how to play it in unison.)


(Music: Big Chord)

Narrator:

In your average fairy tale, it's the good guy that gets the poisoned apple. Well in our little story, it's the bad guys. A virus created by music, a big chord to be exact. A chord played by the oppressed, the slaves of Abertaff. A chord played in desperation. Ultimately a chord of love. But not for the love of money. It's evolution as Rotkin would say.

(A huge power chord is played and a virus is created. The virus kills only the greedy.)


(Music: Greed)

Maxen:

This virus kills only the greedy
Ironic that this could occur
When the Parasites surely would have to agree
They've been poisoning us for years

Putting chemicals in our water
Putting chemicals into our skies
Propaganda and adverts
And TV with lies
Controlling our lives
Controlling our lives

And all the best doctors that money can buy
Won't stop you from dying but they can still try
And we'll laugh until we cry

And all the best medicine money can buy
Won't stop them from dying but they can still try
Injection and tablets and vaccines and pills
They don't touch the parasite virus that kills

Psychopaths, bankers, politicians and thieves
And corporate lawyers in bed with the police
Drug manufacturers, landlords with keys
Murderers, bullies and that will just leave

The people in town that have nothing at all
The starving survivors, the poor and all
And the people who've taken more than they need
Will finally die of greed

To be diagnosed with greed
One day we will be freed

(The greed virus begins to take effect in Abertaff.)


(Music: TV Report)

News Reporter:

Yes, Phil. I'm down in the financial district and these guys are just literally exploding. We saw a hedge funds manager earlier on with an investment banker and they were saying about the terrible sickness that everyone's been going down with. And they both just ballooned for a second right in front of me and... Whoosh! Banker and hedge fund manager everywhere. Quite spectacular.

The paramedics have been here all morning but say it's all a mystery to them. They say they're getting call outs from people complaining of an overwhelming bloated feeling and intense stabbing pains in the groin area. By the time the paramedics arrive the patients have already blown up.

The illness seems to have confined itself to areas of big business. Late last night we were getting reports from the big annual pharmaceutical industry blow-out that it was literally just that.

And news just reaching us now from the town hall. Apparently, I think we may be looking at new elections soon. The entire council cabinet is no more. In almost kamikaze style, the good and the great of this town have exploded together. I think that's quite fitting and I'm sure that's the way they would have wanted it.

So down in the financial area, the Big Bang shows no sign of letting up. Reports coming in now of the law courts and the carnage down there, lawyers, magistrates, judges, all gone skywards.
Phil, this day will go down in history as the day all the big knobs in town went boom-splat. Back to the studio.

(Alone in his mansion, Jeremiah Rotkin fears that his empire might unravel.)


(Music: Your Sanity Hangs By A Thread, Mr Rotkin)

Chorus:

Your sanity hangs by a thread, Mr Rotkin
Your sanity hangs by a thread



(The dying freemason investment banker Rotkin sings. The chorus sing secret society passwords. Rotkin realises that he may go to Hell for all the bad things he's done, so he devises his sure entry to Heaven by having the words 'God Forgive Me' engraved on his headstone after his death.)





(Music: God Forgive Me)

Chorus:

Tu Bal Cain, Mor Bon Zi

Rotkin:

I am not long for this world
Hoist me up and lay my body in the ground
But before you put me under
It occurs to me that I have lied and cheated
And exploited all the people of this town

I've allowed myself to kill and maim
And although I have enjoyed the game
It occurs to me that I have shot myself
Precisely in the foot, it doesn't look too good
I fear that I will go to Hell

Chorus:

Tu Bal Cain, Mor Bon Zi

Rotkin:

And I'm under no illusions and I come to the conclusion
I am damned
And I risk the possibility of losing my ability to breathe
Time to get my house in order, before I leave

Chorus:

Tu Bal Cain, Mor Bon Zi

Rotkin:

Into Heaven, into Hell
In the end, I may as well
Enter my plea
God forgive me
God forgive me

Please read my gravestone
And let me in
God forgive me
God forgive me
God forgive me

Chorus:

Tu Bal Cain, Mor Bon Zi
Tu Bal Cain, Mor Bon Zi

(Rotkin is dead. Maxen Cala and Elin lead the people into a new Abertaff. They enter a childlike state.)


(Music: When I Grow Up)

Maxen:

I'm not gonna play by your rules no more
Who made you the King of Spain?
Good luck with that
Deny, deny, deny, deny
Tell the biggest lie you can
Tell it often, tell it loud
So the people will believe you
It's a grey area, it's a they area
Reduced to clear, reduced to tears

Chorus:

So when I grow up
I'm going to be happy
So when I grow up
I'm going to be happy

Maxen:

The world is nothing like you think it is
Who made you the Queen of Spain?
Good luck with that
Deny, deny, deny, deny
Tell the biggest lie you can
I wanna wake you up
But you're happy in your sleep
It's the type of progamming
You won't see on TV
What's it gonna take to feel human again?

Chorus:

So when I grow up
I'm going to be happy
So when I grow up
I'm going to be happy

Maxen:

Growing up is only losing wonder
Growing up is losing wonder

I'm not gonna play by your rules no more
Who made you the King of Spain?
Good luck with that
Deny, deny, deny, deny
Tell the biggest lie you can
Tell it often, tell it loud
And the people will believe you
It's a grey area, it's a they area
I'm a number, a statistic

Chorus:

So when I grow up
I'm going to be happy
So when I grow up
I'm going to be happy

Narrator:

And in the end, it's just a fairy tale after all. Of course, it wouldn't really happen... would it?


The End


C 2015
Nigel Evans



Greed: The Great Brecon Rock Opera

Written and recorded by Scribble Man, Greed features musicians, singers and actors from Brecon.