Long have we all waited Many times have we seen In the eyes of the labourers In the eyes of the neighbours A feeling that leaves none to guess Who’s been doing what For who & when for less & who’s Been left out there with Dust on his dead feet, Shot down in the streets Look right, at the sunset Look left, pour the tea Look on in amusement Milk first and mass crazy here Nowhere else in the world can you See so many monsters & mutations That creep out so efficiently & leave You wondering what happened to all Those sacred things, they got Shot down in the streets New morning, new morning Old ways get away But here in my cradle I lie incapable I’m a white boy who looked at his life Gathered in his hands and saw it was All due to the sweat of some other man That one who got Shot down in the streets (written by James Phillips)
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 19:20:14 +0000
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