These Walls Lyrics

Don Johnson Big Band These Walls

Why we go and try to build a wall when they can tear it down Or drill some more, it won't scare them out For we try to wear them out but can never outlast The resistance and fight in the bitter outcasts Only want a fair amount like everyone else does We don't wanna give it up. It's like they're against us Pretentious or not, we go lecture and drop Relief from above with no mention of crops They could export for their benefit and hope If free trade really meant development and growth But it doesn't, it's a crime in the form of a lesson We're giving to the poor, and the more we're professing To support them, the more ridiculous we sound They're forced to spend with no stimulus around No billions invested, it kinda makes you wonder Just watch the telethon, and dial that number

These walls Are made for climbing across, we all Free fall when there's a line To be crossed, be strong Peace calls And we can find it Across these walls These walls are made for Climbing across, be strong

Now I insist with the careful precision of a scientist That you can't rule the people with an iron fist Or like lion dressed in a lion's clothing Or a tyrant messed in the head like Lukashenko or Robert Mugabe Whether Kosovo or the province of Aceh The Gaza strip with its modern apartheid Every massacre is not a hard enough heartache To intervene in, sometimes it gets too Inconvenient to pretend to free them When they end up bleeding or they brave aggrievance All we really care about are trade agreements Is it make believe, people suffer in vain If this playful beat can make enough of a wave I'm gonna hop on a stage and try to make things even May not be a great achievement, effort is what counts Now make an effort and just bounce!

These walls Are made for climbing across, we all Free fall when there's a line To be crossed, be strong Peace calls And we can find it Across these walls These walls are made for Climbing across, be strong

Blood covers the ground and colors the soil For diamonds, for God, and for barrels of oil Hours of toil in a mine or a sweatshop Or selling counterfeit bags at a rest stop The best option for far too many Is worse than we can fathom or imagine for a penny Poverty is not a disease, it's a symptom Their ruin is our doing, ain't no cure unless we link them

These walls Are made for climbing across, we all Free fall when there's a line To be crossed, be strong Peace calls And we can find it Across these walls These walls are made for Climbing across, be strong (2x)