they wanna get my arse in gear and make a contribution

if i don't then i'm gonna feel the wrath of retribution

don't wanna ask for 'more'

a distraction to the door of freedom, liberty, rejection of their law



you revel in self-glory thinking the battle has been won

a product of your history but we can steal it from your sons

masked up and hooded we raise a clenched fist

state politics of hypocrites respond like terrorists

with a shot to the top this method will rock

sowing the seeds of discontent the structure will rot

light the fuse, stop the abuse

'round their neck they wear a tie but soon they'll wear a noose

yes we have hunger

no place to shelter

keeping us in purdah

time to say 'basta'



increase the pressure

reject the power



you sit on top of a mountain built on misery and suffering

your lofty throne will fall and heads will come down rolling

work the slave-driver, evict the landowner

the army's coming to town to restore the bossman's order

true colours now you show

your might want to stop the flow

the battle may be lost today

but the war we'll win tomorrow

cos we are many and we are one

they stare into our eyes down the barrel of a gun

yes we have hunger

no place to shelter

living in purdah

witness to the murder