Where's the troubadors of the working man's cause. Where are Woody, Pete, Joan and Joe, we need you. Woody moved on, and now the people DON"T VOTE. I never died says Joe. Come on guys, at least hum a few bars. Rap is a protest but it won't join hands. the grapes of wrath are upon us. Do TV and drugs really satisfy outrage. They had to wear dead man's shoes, there was no cash. But you're worried about gas for your SUV. You can't hear above the din of gansta rap or right wing crap. It takes more than guns to kill a man, I never died said he. I never died said he. well, where are you?
Skunk Anasie? We Love Your Apathy The sweeter the taste I love it Eaten your gutted spine All of your thoughts I have them Spitting them out, sublime (Cos) I am the god of power Political to the core Governments roll their heads out T he beast always wants some more I love it He loves it We love your apathy We crush your Lame spirit We love your apathy Love-er-ly I have the information (That) keeps you from knowing me I abuse you as you watch me And you always vote me in The poorer you are the better That gives me more control C'os I am the brute that hates you (And I'm) loving it to the bone Why don't you wait till you bleed Why don't you wait for the clause And I'll, and I'll, and I'll, and I'll And I will watch you I'll wait for you I'll wait, I'll wait for you Repeat chorus
Midnight Oil- US Forces give the nod, it's a setback for your country Bombs and trenches all in rows, bombs and threats still ask for more Divided world the CIA, who controls the issue You leave us with no time to talk, you can write your assessment Sing me songs of no denying, seems to me too many trying Waiting for the next big thing Will you know it when you see it, high risk children dogs of war Now market movements call the shots, business deals in parking lots Waiting for the meat of tomorrow Sing me songs... Everyone is too stoned to start emission People too scared to go to prison We're unable to make decision Political party line don't cross that floor Lt. Ron Hubbard can't save your life Superboy takes a plutonium wife In the shadow of Ban The Bomb we live Sing me songs... (Moginie/Garrett) there out there for the uncomercialised...Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Are you believing the morning papers? War is coming back in style There's generals here, advisors there And Russians nibbling everywhere The chessboard's filling up with red We make more profits when we blow off their heads Economy is looking bad Let's start another war when ya get drafted Fan the fires of racist hatred We want total war when ya get drafted Drooling fingers Panic buttons Playing with missiles like they're toys There's easy money, easy jobs Especially when you build the bombs That blow big cities off the map Just guess who profits when we build 'em back up Yeah, what Big Business wants Big Business gets It wants a war when ya get drafted Trilateral Commission goonies laugh and scheme for more when ya get drafted Call the Army! Call the Navy! Stocked with kids from slums when ya get drafted If you can't afford a slick attorney We might make you a spy Forget your demonstrations Kids today sit on their ass when ya get drafted Just a six-pack And you're happy We're prepared For when ya get drafted
