My Protest day: Lyrics

You’ve got the dole

You’re happy, you’re walking down the street
You’re friendly, with everyone you meet
You’re cool, nothing can go wrong
You’re big, as big as old King Kong
You have climbed back out of your hole
You’re ok now, you’ve got the dole

You had no food, your cupboards were bare
You had no rent, you had lice in your hair
You had no CV, you couldn’t get a job
You lost religion, you lost your faith in god
Now you’re warm, you got some coal
You’ll get by, you got the dole

Not the girls can see you’re off the street
Now the world can see you as complete
Now you’re eating, you got a piece of pie
Now you’re drinking, all that you can bide
Now you’re chancing, you don’t feel so old
Now you’re living, now you’ve got the dole

You used to have your head in a wreath
You couldn’t even brush your teeth
You had a bath, only when it rained
You lost your love, you felt only pain
But now you’re good, you’re on a roll
You have a chance, now you’ve got the dole

Master of your sins

Something has to fall Before you’re happy
Something has to die Before you’re glad
Something has to be destroyed
Then you’re happy not annoyed
And someone must resign or lose their badge

Then the fountains in the heart Burst open
And the birds in the stars start to sing
Maybe you feel the shadows open
Opportunity to steal their wins
As you sit down in the cellar
The dirt it speaks it makes you sing
You can be the master of your sins

Someone has to break in pieces
Someone has to lose it and go mad
Someone has to lose their brother
Lose their sister, father mother
And some one must break down and go bad

Then the light comes thru the window
Hark the sins of men are good
Buy a gun shoot the rabbits
The world seems better drenched in blood
Find an army, shoot an enemy
Follow orders from the chair
But now my friend listen closely
When you fall there’s no one there

I’m not worried, I won’t run

I’m not worried, I won’t run
I got the bullets, I’m like a machine gun

Line em up and shoot em down
Hear the bodies hit the ground
I’m not worried, I won’t run
I got bullets, I’m a machine gun

Shoot me one, shoot me ten
Pop them off, like pigs in a pen
I’m not worried, I won’t run
I got bullets, I’m a machine gun

See that army in the valley
See that battle, Field of blood
With my bullets I will get them
I will bathe The earth in blood

If I have dreams, If I have nightmares
If I see devils In the sun
I’m not worried I got bullets
I will stop them with my machine gun

When I go wattling, when I go battling
When I go Gatling, I have fun
I’m not worried, I won’t run
I got the bullets For my machine gun

It’ like a film, It’s like a dream
They say that life, not what it seems
I don’t ever Need to run
When I got My machine gun

Oh what a world we live in

Oh what a world we live in
Oh what a world this is
The exponential rise in crime
Is equal to a kiss
Coming down the coal shute
All the unemployed
Then they try to shut them in
And close the coal house door

Oh what a world we live in
Oh what a world gone cold
Every soldier home from battle
Has a splinter in his soul
Selling matches on the sidewalk
Proclaiming the end is nigh
Going home to tent city
Cause you breathe in their iron lie

Oh what a world we live in
Oh what a world this is
Cordoned off with ticker tape
Seems to stretch from street to street
Call your mother, call your father
Say you don’t want war no more
The reason is the reasons simple
Its come right up to your front door

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