Straighten Things Out Masterclass
See me, there, dying like all my brothers,
lying in my blood, right down at your feet.
Your empty eyes on me, without compassion
nor a single touch of feelings.
I beg you to help me,
but only nightstick strokes reply to my screams
I beg you to spare me
but only shotgun blasts reply to my screams...
What can I see in the distance?
An impassive mass of clowns
dressed up as cowboys playing superheroes,
pretending not to see... No f..cking way!!
If I had black gold running through my veins
things would have been different.
See them playing big shots,
trying to rule us all with their crappy manifestos.
But we're well aware of their f..cking aspirations
ruthlessly they try to bring the rebellion down to heel
How long again will they decimate my tribe?
Will you contemplate this genocide?
I beg you to help me, but everything I get is your
content...
What can I see in the distance?
An impassive mass of clowns
dressed up as cowboys playing superheroes,
pretending not to see... No f..cking way!!
If I had black gold running through my veins
things would have been different.
They forced us to scatter,
forced to hide away,
from our makeshift village to run away.
Taking the touch of dignity we were left away.
This is our way to be...
