My friend Blue he runs the show With hot pink purple china glow His family trees are molded No longer grows in summer He holds it closer lets it go Picks
Autonomy, the right not to be taken away People have the right to their own lives, so respect individuality Integrity, a right not to be dragged in the
Here's a message to my generation Hey, get up on your feet and join the new brigade Become a proud member of the opposition Gotta keep a cool head 'cause
You spout your rhetoric like a prophecy An ugly mess of ignorance and brutality LET IT COME DOWN BURN YOUR VALUES TO THE GROUND LET IT COME DOWN THIS
Say, did I get that right or was it just crap coming out of your mouth A lousy mixture of cockiness and miserable attitude Hey! Self-appointed hero You
Who are these people These doers of deeds These dreamers of dreams Who make us believe Who are these people Who still win the day When the odds are against
Alone you stand, too proud to realize That you're not the only one You've got a family, and they're suffering too But they're still there for you Do
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will When the road you're walking seems all uphill When the cost of living leaves you wondering why You'd like
It's hard to understand how far people are willing to go In order to keep the city "clean" They call "them" off as useless waste, the drunks, the junks
In the name of progress hey tell me what it means Does it include the countries raped and the people you've enslaved? Cheap labour good labour poor labour
You and me, we've got a lot of work to do But a great wall of power is crossing our path In this uphill struggle, yes, uphill struggle We must keep our
Based on inheritance we subscribe to old traditions These traditions don't include compassion these traditions don't include equality Based on ignorance
The bourgeois conception of democracy Is limited to the political life Party politics, parliamentary or not The representatives will act beyond their
I see they're building havens for the ones Who don't wanna live next to us A splendid separation of us The lower class and the wealthy scum THEY'RE DESIGNING
Sometimes I feel I can't see my own actions I reach inside and feel my spirit sinking I turn around and see the unknown faces I listen but I can't hear
Goodbye, I resign I failed to fit into your adult world I know I gave up and I let you down I tried to grab the carrot but I stumbled and fell Goodbye
Traditions tells us to stand in line and be good citizens, to take pride in our loyalty go through life with a sense of duty and a sense of accomplishment
