I have the cynical critic’s typical horror of “political” pop songs, but this one, by Microdisney, stuck with me. It’s clumsy in places, it has an unfortunate guitar solo at the end, and its message was so successful that it got all the way to No.98 in the charts. But it’s also true, and has only got truer since 1987.
Here’s the verse that has jumped into my mind at regular intervals since I first heard it back in 1993 or so, and jumped into my mind today, for probably obvious reasons:
“If a power were to lift him up / Make him rich, would he admit it was luck? / Or say he’d earned it and claim a state of grace / Just like the rich in this hateful place”