Dead Pollys

5

YOU TALK IN THE PRESS BOUT THE THINGS YOU'VE ACHIEVED
FEED US WITH NUMBERS THAT WE CAN BELIEVE
BUT HISTORY SHOWS AGAIN AND AGAIN
THE TRUTH CAN BE BENT TO FIT YOUR OWN ENDS

YOU BOAST ON THE NEWS OF THE GOOD THAT YOU'VE DONE
YOU FOUGHT FOR OUR RIGHTS WHEN OTHERS DID RUN
BUT CHECK OUT THE PAST YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE
SO ALL YOUR GOOD DEEDS ARE BUT HOT THIN AIR

TAKE A LOOK IN MY EYES
STOP FEEDING US WHITE LIES

GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH
GET YOUR STORY STRAIGHT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE
GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH
COS THE TRUTH WILL ALWAYS COME OUT

WHEN IN A TIGHT SPOT, YOU SWEAR YOURSELF FREE
YOU BLAME IT ON OTHERS, IT'S THEM IT'S NOT ME
AS THE TURNCOAT YOU ARE, YOU SOON CHANGES SIDES
LET OTHERS GET BUSTED WHILE YOU HIDE

GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT ...

YOU WANT US TO BELIEVE
THAT YOU'RE BETTER THAN YOU ARE
BUT EVERYTHING YOU SAY
POINTS THE OTHER WAY

GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT ...

2

A song about unemployment and the need to act.

There's a man waiting for words
on how to make it through the day,
and a woman in anxiety
asking for the way

There´s a number and a count
of the unemployed, you see
and these figures doesn't add
we need something to do to be free

You're waiting for tomorrow
You're waiting for the day to come
You're waiting for sorrow
Waiting, all deaf and dumb
Waiting, all deaf and dumb
Waiting...
Waiting all deaf and dumb


With a number in your hand,
waiting for your turn
There's a plan for action;
Ha! You will never learn

As election day will come
activity is forced on you
so that when the numbers count
they're better, but never true

You're waiting for tomorrow...

1

A song about how people are pushed to perform on top level all the time.

It's a fight to get up there, to wake up in the morning
It's a battle just to go ahead
It's a warzone in the underground, if you don't see it
I believe you are already dead

And every time when I think about it
Yeah, every time it cross my mind
I want to end it all right here because you see
I'm not blind, blind

You need to be, man
Another he-man
Another ninja of society

It is with warfare that you fight for positions
To get that opportunity, what then?
Kill your only friend and slaughter your family
and blame it all on them, they are not men

And every time when I look at you
I feel a sadness in my soul
You will never be happy you see
You're in a hole, hole

You need to be man...

And everytime a whistle is blown
and everytime they get get to you
I feel that somewhere deep in us all
We want the truth, the truth

You need to be man...

1

A song about beeing afraid to fall asleep.

I've been growing up since I was young
Every road I choosed has been so wrong
Every woman bad for me, I guess
Never been to good, always been less

Every morning's a joke on me, I'm sure
I (really) don't know what I am waking up for
And every night I long for it to end
I don't have the power to pretend

Here comes the nightmare again
Here comes the nightmare

Every step I take, I take in vain
Every handshake is so full of pain
Every friend I loose they hate me so
I wish I never heard them ask me to go

Every kiss is poison in my head
Every word of love is full of lead
and if I tell you it won't do
You always think it's about you


Here comes the nightmare again
Here comes the nightmare

Chasing chasing I am sorry
Racing hope and glory
Gazing the horizon
Only facing me, I'm gone

1

A song about working with your passion and not get enslaved.

GO TO SCHOOL AND STUDY HARD
WAS THE ADVICE THEY GAVE ME
YOU HAVE TO PUT SOME EFFORT IN
AND YOU WILL END UP WITH A DEGREE

YOU WORK IN A DULL PLACE
FOR ALL OF YOUR LIFE
JUST TO MAKE A LIVING
I'D RATHER FOLLOW
MY HEART AND MY DREAMS
I WILL NEVER GIVE IN
NOT FOR ALL THE GOLD IN THE LAND

LEARN A TRADE, FIND A GOOD JOB
AND YOU WILL HAVE A FUTURE
YOU GET A PENSION WHEN YOU RETIRE
YOU GOT IT MADE, YOUR LIFE IS SECURE

YOU WORK IN A DULL PLACE
FOR ALL OF YOUR LIFE
JUST TO MAKE A LIVING
I'D RATHER FOLLOW
MY HEART AND MY DREAMS
I WILL NEVER GIVE IN
NOT FOR ALL THE GOLD IN THE LAND

TOO MANY OPINIONS
TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND
TOO MANY BROKEN PROMISES
THAT'LL ROB YOUR SENSES, AND MAKE YOU BLIND

YOU WORK IN A DULL PLACE
FOR ALL OF YOUR LIFE
JUST TO MAKE A LIVING
I'D RATHER FOLLOW
MY HEART AND MY DREAMS
I WILL NEVER GIVE IN
NOT FOR ALL THE GOLD IN THE LAND

1

Some people walk that extra mile
Just to get ahead
They don't stop for nothing,
not even for the dead

Some talk until the walls cave in
just to get across
They don't care if they're wrong
or if the meaning is lost

The less you know,
the higher the walls of hatred grows


Let's knock 'em down
Knock'em down
Let's knock 'em down
Knock'em down

Some believe in the power of strength
as long as they got a gun
There's no doubt they'll shoot to kill
if their opinions are over-run

Some people know the power of god
as long as you believe their way
Heredicts and infidels
are sure to be an easy pray

Let's knock 'em down...

1

THE COMMUTER TRAIN IS FULL OF PEOPLE
ON THEIR WAY TO THEIR DAILY TASK
A TEDIOUS JOB IS WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR
REAL FACES HIDDEN BEHIND A MASQUE

JUST LIKE ZOMBIES IN THEIR HUNDREDS
THEY JUST STARE WITH EMPTY EYES
IF SOMEONE SHOULD LAUGH OUT LOUD
EVERYONE TAKEN A BACK WITH SURPRISE

YOU CALL IT FREEDOM, I SAY SLAVERY
THE PAY MIGHT BE GOOD, YOUR SOUL'S IN MISERY
WHEN IT AFFECTS ALL OF YOUR WAKING HOURS
YOU ARE TIED UP, BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO POWER

THE REPORT THAT IS URGENT
IS STILL WAITING ON YOUR DESK
THE PILE KEEPS ON GETTING HIGHER
BUT YOU'RE IN NEED OF A REST

THE BOSS IS RAGING, HE'S ON HIS WAY
YOU CAN HEAR HIS ANGRY VOICE
YOU JUST WANT TO DISAPPEAR
BUT YOU DON'T HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE

YOU CALL IT FREEDOM ...

IS THIS WHAT YOU'VE BARGAINED FOR

YOU CALL IT FREEDOM ...

5

A song about the growing right wing support in europe.

How can it ever matter, your color or your roots
don't your hear the echo of all those marching boots
The hate will never end there, it will bite us all, you'll see
In a land of hostility, none of us will ever be free

Marching marching boots

I know that people are afraid and hungry now
and the pain and anxiety makes the hate grow
as the people are digging, hiding in a moat
in an everlasting search for a scapegoat

Marching marching boots

The suburban fire is a natural disaster
It will burn even higher, harder and faster
When poverty and pain is met with ignorance
People will do things that makes no, that makes no sense

Marching marching boots

and now Europe is on fire
hear the crier, hear the crier
the end of the world is presumed
shouting out that we are doomed