Tried of it All
Tired of it Now
A need to Survive
Won't help us Out
Peace on Earth
Some sort of Joke
What they feed Us
Making us Choke
This is the Bed
In which we Lay
Headboard a Tombstone
Societies Grave
WHY DO THE MEN WE HIRED TO SERVE
SHAKE OUR HANDS AND GIVE US THEIR WORD
ONLY THEN TO GIVE IT ALL
TO THE ONES WHO GREASE THEIR PALMS
WHY HAVE WE NOT OUR LESSON LEARNED
YEARS OF GOVERNMENTS UNCONCERN
LONG AGO THEY TURNED THEIR BACK
LEAVING US NO MORE THAN WHAT WE LACK
Time we stood Up
In the thick of it All
Do it Ourselves
Make our own Calls
That's the way that It
Was meant to Be
Government under Control
With the people set Free
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
Tried of it All
Tired of it Now
A need to Survive
Won't help us Out
Peace on Earth
Some sort of Joke
What they feed Us
Making us Choke
This is the Bed
In which we Lay
Headboard a Tombstone
Societies Grave
WHY DO THE MEN WE HIRED TO SERVE
SHAKE OUR HANDS AND GIVE US THEIR WORD
ONLY THEN TO GIVE IT ALL
TO THE ONES WHO GREASE THEIR PALMS
WHY HAVE WE NOT OUR LESSON LEARNED
YEARS OF GOVERNMENTS UNCONCERN
LONG AGO THEY TURNED THEIR BACK
LEAVING US NO MORE THAN WHAT WE LACK
Time we stood Up
In the thick of it All
Do it Ourselves
Make our own Calls
That's the way that It
Was meant to Be
Government under Control
With the people set Free
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