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