A catchy, hooky, pop song, written about 'the benefits trap' Performed and produced by Darren Cowgill Written by Colin Kennaugh
the beatles
crowded house
del amitri
gerry rafferty
colin kennaugh
stealers wheel
Story behind the song
A song written about a man on benefits,
who, although receiving funds from the government for a disability,
starts to adapt a lifestyle of sleeping too much,
watching TV, drinking alcohol and smoking.
He is 'trapped' in his own little prison called 'his house' living on 'fool's gold'
Lyrics
I stop and wonder what you think about
But only every now and then
I see the wall that you erect around your frightened soul
Who are you foolin' and what are you trying to hide?
Tell me what it takes to make your world come tumbling down
Imagination is the burden that you bear,
At least that's what you'd have us all believe
You can keep hold
Of your fool's gold
I could never understand your reasons
Time will tell
He might as well
You miss so much you sleep through every season
You seem quite happy in your prison cell
Who would dare to set you free?
In the world outside, where people shout,
and people hate, and people scream
This is the best place to be
You can keep hold
Of your fool's gold
I could never understand your reasons
Time will tell
He might as well
You miss so much you sleep through every season