Rattex and Ben Sharpa break down the government's failure to deliver on its promises.

Originally released 3 years ago, this track's message is as powerful and relevant today as it was back then. 

Planet Earth on production. Banger.

The Government - Rattex Ft. Ben Sharpa

Lakutshona

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
She left in the morning, quiet — no slam, no goodbye.
Just her keys on the counter and a flat that felt too wide.
He sat on the sofa, socks two weeks old,
Staring through Sunday like it owed him something bold.
He’d messed it — plain and full.
Too many lies tucked into too many jokes.
She caught on, of course —
you can only laugh through a fire so long before it chokes.
He tried texts.
One read “I’m sorry,” the next was blank.
Then a bottle, then three.
He lost count and rank.
That night was colder than most,
not weather-wise, just in the bones.
Even the moon looked like it couldn’t be arsed
to show up whole.
He walks like his bones forgot their purpose,
Down to the bridge where thoughts resurface.
The kind of night that makes puddles look deep,
And the railing’s high like it’s beggin' for a leap.
He toes the edge, mutters, “This’ll be it,”
Wind’s in his ear like, “Go on, commit.”
World behind him — empty pubs, old flats,
His heart? A coin he dropped between the cracks.
Then he feels it — not a hand, but a shift.
Like time hiccupped or the air caught a rift.
There’s an old man now, standing just off to the right,
Suit baggy, smile tight, eyes too bright for the night.
“Bit early for a dive, mate,” the old man said,
“Shame to waste good sorrow on a man that’s dead.”
He smirked like he’d watched this scene on repeat,
Then added real soft, “But I reckon we should speak.”

[Hook]
Mmm, the fire don’t burn if your heart ain’t cold,
And a lie’s just truth that’s been bought and sold.
You can hold her again, but it won’t feel whole—
That’s the deal you made when you sold your soul.

[Verse 2]
The old man leaned like he’d done this often,
Voice smooth as gin, words dipped in caution.
Said, “You want her back? That ache in your chest?
I can fix all that — just settle the debt.”
“No flames,” he grinned, “no tricks, no chains,
Just a little give — and a lifetime gains.
You’d be surprised what I’ve got in store,
But I don’t do refunds, and I don’t restore.”
The boy just stared — jaw tight, throat dry,
The kind of look that don’t ask why.
He said, “You sure she comes back the same?”
The man said, “Course, just say her name.”
He asked, “What’s the catch?” — just playing the role.
The man said, “Catch? It’s just your soul.”
Then silence fell heart cold like stone,
And he nodded — slow — like the choice was known.

[hook]
Mmm, the fire don’t burn if your heart ain’t cold,
And a lie’s just truth that’s been bought and sold.
You can hold her again, but it won’t feel whole—
That’s the deal you made when you sold your soul.

[Final verse]
She moved like a glitch in a looped projection,
Truth in her touch had a loose connection.
He smiled back, but his mood’s deflectin’ —
Felt the script shift with a skewed inflection.
They danced in the flat like the past was fiction,
But each kiss hit with a past conviction.
Her laugh was a mask, not a real reflection,
Like love on lease with a failed inspection.
He’d talk in riddles, she’d drift mid-sentence,
Whole house warm, but the chill felt endless.
One night snapped — didn’t yell, just folded,
But tension cracked where the calm corroded.
She left again but no note this time
Just her coat gone, and his hope in decline.
And he woke like the dream rewound too fast,
Same bridge, same mist, same bruise from the past.
There he stood — that man, that myth,
Suit all crisp, voice slick with a twist.
Said, “Back again, mate? Bit quick, I’d say.
But pain tends to echo in a permanent way.”
“See, what I gave you was perfectly cursed —
She came back whole, but you came back worse.”
Then he grinned like the night was sewn to his soul:
“You’re mine now, lad — that was part of the toll.”

[hook]
Mmm, the fire don’t burn if your heart ain’t cold,
And a lie’s just truth that’s been bought and sold.
You can hold her again, but it won’t feel whole—
That’s the deal you made when you sold your soul.

[ends]

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