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Why We Fight
05:21
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People tend to think peace
But the US think-tanks
Well they tend to think tanks
So they can get us into debt with the big banks
For big thanks
Because the old-boys they keep ranks
And "to be frank", join the army they say
You can travel to new places, fire guns and learn a trade
Well to be frank I'd rather fire off some vocals,
Visit all those places without blowing up the locals
It's loco
No I'm not gonna stay in bed like John and Yoko
Hippy kids tucked up protesting with a cup of cocoa
Fuck that man, I'm taking to the streets
Shouting out my question to a beat
Why do we fight?
Is it to protect the morality
Of a nation based on criminality?
And is it for the global peace?
Are we the police of the global streets?
And is it for the lives of the little children
and if it is, tell me why do we kill them?
I'll tell you why we fight
We fight for power, material gain, and that's not right
Consider Iraq for a second
And the fact that the
Weapons we attacked for
Were never even there
But do we even care
Or are we so distracted
By the fact that Britney Spears has got no hair
That we’re happy to look wherever the media instructs us
Sucks us in with sex and systematically corrupts us
Until we're so full of fear it erupts as a
xenophobic mistrust of people we deduct as being
Muslim by ethnicity
Guilty by complicity
Listen to me this is the media publicity
Like electricity it charges the commotion
Until it's like an ocean of negative emotion, but
Well I'm drownin in the sea
Of fear and suspicion
Illegal rendition
And people conditioned to blindly believe
But don't be so naïve
You wanna see the light
You've got to ask the right questions like
Why do we fight?
Is it to protect the morality
Of a nation based on criminality?
And is it for the good of mankind?
Popping off the rockets while their pockets get lined
And is it for the lives of the little children
and if it is, tell me why do we kill them?
I'll tell you why we fight
We fight for power, material gain, and that's not right
Consider the lives that we're living
And the lies that we're given from on high
By these driven politicians
With their military missions
Their twisted visions and illegal prisons
I don't listen to their lies no more
Always trying to justify the price of war
But what's that if your not even alive no more no
Collateral damage in a private war, but uh
I'm drownin in the sea
Of fear and suspicion
Illegal rendition
And people conditioned to blindly believe
But don't be so naïve
You wanna see the light
You've got to ask the right questions like
Why do we fight?
Is it to protect the morality
Of a nation based on criminality?
And is it for the global peace?
Are we the police of the global streets?
And is it for the lives of the little children
and if it is, tell me why do we kill them?
I'll tell you why we fight
We fight for power, imperial gain, and that's not right
Well that's not right
That's not right
That's not right no
But that's why we fight
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2. |
Boyfriend
05:54
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I met her on the dancefloor
It must have been about 3
I could tell by the way she’s looking at me
That she likes me
So I go and say hello
“What’s your name?” well she tells me it’s Flo
And I know that
Pretty soon we’re gonna dance
Maybe later there could be some romance
And I’m thinking, I might take a chance
And suddenly she’s holding my hand
Well I’m thinking I could be her man
I’m figuring she might be the one
Well I can feel her hand is on my bum
And now I’m thinking that maybe we could be drinking back at my place
So I put my hand to her face
Trace the line of her cheek
I tell her we could stay in bed for the whole of next week
And she smiles at me,
She says so evenly “you know,
That’d be just fine with me...
CHORUS
If I didn’t have a boyfriend
Yeah yeah
I could be your friend
Whoa whoa
If I didn’t have a boyfriend
Yeah Yeah
But I do so I’ve got to
Keep my hands off you”
So feeling rejected, I head back to the bar
Frustrated to have got so far then get knocked back
So now I’m knocking back a jar
When suddenly I spot this hottie from afar
And the next thing I know she’s next to me
Asking if I wanna do some ecstasy
My curiosity gets the best of me
Because the look that she’s giving says sex to me
And I think that maybe we’re falling in love
Well her lips they fit me like a glove
I lean in and whisper in her ear
Whoa baby let’s get out of here
She takes me by the hand, says
“That’d be just grand...
CHORUS
MIDDLE SECTION
Of you, off you etc
Cos you’ve got a boyfriend, yeah yeah etc
It’s time to leave now my head is aching
My heart can’t take another breaking
I should be taking a taxi home alone not procrastinating
But then I feel a hand on my hips
And I turn around and see those lips
Her make-up painted on so thick
That I swear it’s dripping on her chips
And she looks me in the eye, she says
“Hello there sexy guy!”
But I see through the lies
I see through the smile cos I’m getting wise
“You’ve got a boyfriend, haven’t you?
I’ve heard it all before
You can’t be my friend
Yeah I know your game love
Yeah you’ve got a boyfriend
Well I can see it in your eyes
She says
“Actually I’ll have know I don’t thankyou very much!”
“But if I didn’t have a husband, six kids and a dog
Well maybe I would give you a snog
But I do yeah, in fact that’s him over there
The one coming at you waving that chair
And I think that, well boy you’d better run
Otherwise you’re gonna come get some
And I think I must’ve run all the way home.
CHORUS X 2
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3. |
Global Recession
03:44
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Well the news keeps saying there’s a global recession
Everybody soon is gonna feel a depression
Well you’d think by now we’d have learned our lesson
Bubble in the past means trouble in the present
It’s the same old story in a different age
Same old master with a different slave
I’m telling you at the end of the day
It’s the same ones getting paid
Same ones getting paid
Same old people getting paid
Well I’m sick of all the people who lie
Telling me that freedom and democracy are tied up with the
Freedom of markets
In which we’ve imparted the
Power to control our lives
And I’m sick of all the people who steal
Money from the poor just to make a new deal
Thinking of the profit they’re making
While the poor keep on scraping
The money just to make their next meal
And I’m sick of all the people who say
That’s just the way it is I’m just complaining cos
I’m not the one getting paid
And I’m sick of all the people who know
Well they know what is going on
Still they just carry on
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Salia, nao Salia
Kora bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Djun djun bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Well I feel like we’re living in an age of flounders
Nobody rattling the cage around us
For fear of the enemy they say surround us
When the enemy within is the most profound and it’s the
Same old story in a different age
Same old villain with a different face
I’m telling you at the end of the day
It’s the same game being played
Same war being waged
Same old people getting paid
Well I’m sick of all the crooked politicians
Defending their position that by selling ammunition
They somehow make the world more secure
As if bloodshed and war
Were the tonic for our global condition
And I’m sick of all the people who steal
Money from the poor just to make a new deal
Thinking of the profit they’re making
While the poor keep on scraping
The money just to make their next meal
And I’m sick of all the people who say
That’s just the way it is I’m just complaining cos
I’m not the one getting paid
And I’m sick of all the people who know
Well they know what is going on
Still they just carry on
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Salia, nao Salia
Kora bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Djun djun bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
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4. |
Political Prisoners
03:32
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Nothing's free in this world these days except the market
I say that's wrong well you say I'm anarchic
And maybe I am in the sense that I feel that my government's failed me, I get
So irate when I see the rate
At which the government is busy selling off the state
And with the cash they make well they invest in the vested interests of businesses on the take
But it's all I know
And all I see
In every show
On my TV
That if I don't
I don't succeed
Well I might as well not be
You can show me a graph on a slide projector
Giving all the goals of the private sector
Tell me they seem nice guys and I'll say great
So did Hannibal Lector
You tell me the money trickles down
What do you take me for some kind of stupid clown
Cos it's clear to me that the money trickles up
From the sweat and the blood of the workers living
down there in the mud, so
Who's their protector now
That the governments have all learned to kow tow,
Bow down to the ground at the feet of business
Self-made political prisoners
Who's their protector now
That the governments have all learned to kow tow,
Bow down to the ground at the feet of business
Yeah but it's all I know
And all I see
In every show
On my TV
That if I don't
I don't succed
Well I might as well not be
I bought my clothes in a supermarket
I couldn't believe what a fucking bargain
They've gotta be made by a kid in Bangladesh
To maintain that profit margin
You tell me the money trickles down
What do you take me for some kind of stupid clown
Cos it's clear to me that the money trickles up
From the sweat and the blood of the workers living
down here in the mud, so
Who's their protector now
That the governments have all learned to kow tow,
Bow down to the ground at the feet of business
Self-made political prisoners
Who's their protector now
That the governments have all learned to kow tow,
Bow down to the ground at the feet of business
Yeah but it's all I know
And all I see
In every show
On my TV
That if I don't
I don't succeed
Well I might as well
said I might as well not be
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The Undercover Hippy Bristol
The Undercover Hippy is actually UK based singer-songwriter Billy Rowan. After 7 years spent DJ’ing and MC’ing on the Drum & Bass circuit, Billy ditched the decks for a guitar and started out as a solo act in 2007. He now plays with a 5 piece band, bringing together, keys, drums, bass, congas and backing vocals to create a high energy, interactive and highly entertaining live show. ... more
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