Ya gotta be proud of ya country When ya wear it around on ya sleeve, Ya gotta be proud of ya people When they really know how to believe, Ya gotta feel pride in ya product when ya fashion & craft it with care ..and ya gotta repulse all the ******* when the rest of the world won’t share.
For man, as a species is poisonous and God threw the towel in for sure, When adam & Eve ate the apple and threw up all over the floor. They broke all the rules at the outset they muddied the waters so bad, that confusion and greed ran in tandem and mankind was fast going mad.
Eruptions of steel fly in carbombs in the streets of Iraq every day, Ethiopian babies are buried before they are graced with a name, and the great wheel of life turns in circles and the rich play golf with the brave and who gives a **** that we’re stuck in the muck Just so long as that mortgage is paid.
The Parlimentarian’s lying The coppers are taking the graft, the oilmen are creaming us all now and the banks are so rich..they just laugh! Society’s falling asunder and we all stand around ******* beer, can our kids now be blamed when they all get inflamed and inhale and inject and turn queer.
Our taxman’s making a killing he’s fleecing the populace bare, the small businesman’s plunged cos he’s chucked in the sponge and there’s nothing but vacuum left there.
There’s the segment that run high and lofty their ideals are as white as the snow for abortion’s as black & the **** is as slack and GE and PC are go The fingers are pointed at others, the hands, lily white, seek refrain sanctimonious soul seeks unseekable goal and the whole lot gets flushed down the drain.
Our PM is staunchly unchallenged she adjusts her adjustments just so’ her manouvers adroit ‘ the election’s in site and Labour is flush with the dough. Minorities step up beside her, the lesbians snap to their feet and the marraigeless mothers and **** ups and others all cluster to be so discreet.
But the weather is turning up roses the exchange is bullish so far and the girls are as pretty as the **** in the city and the door to the future’s ajar. Perhaps there’s some system to it. Maybe I’ve missed the great plan for religion has zeal and Christ made a meal of repairing his mess with elan.
So you see I’m reconciled to it. I’l glide along for the ride It’s futile to fight the humungous great might in it’s institutional slide. So I wrap myself in my solace embalm myself with my pride for in my little world this old flag is unfurled .. and Kiwi I’l stand by your side.
Marshalg /Mangere Bridge /Christmas 2005
Reposted old chestnut which reminds me that, in the interim, things haven't changed at all.