Song Description
Haunting acoustic song about the murderous wrongs of politics, greed and slavery
| Song Length |
3:06 |
Genre |
Blues - General, Folk - Religious |
| Tempo |
Very Slow (Under 70) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Gloomy, Disturbed |
Subject |
Anti, Slavery |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
We don't believe in little green men
But propaganda on the news at ten
And gods we made up in the past
Seems the truth is always last
Surrounded by the night sky
Media fed with government lies
We enroll to kill each other and die
I can never figure why
And it's always the same
We avenge the ones we blame
It's the politicians gain
They don't even know your name
But we're all in the frame
And yet we have no shame
I don't wanna be here when it
All goes up in flames - haaahhhhh
They fire bullets into the crowds
Burn our sky with mushroom clouds
They operate beneath their shroud
It needs to stop, and it needs to stop now
Most of you don't even see
What is happening 'round you and me
The power isn't where it needs to be
With the people fighting to be free
And the change never comes
In the mansions nor the slums
And the electoral runs
While they oppress us with their guns
All the horrors they have done
First the father now the son
I don't want to be here when it
All comes undone - haaahhhhh