LyricsLife Has Value

Chill Bump

Last update on: July 25, 2017
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I don’t have to tell you things are bad Everybody knows things are bad The dollar buys a nickel’s worth Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat And we sit, watching our TVs While some local newscaster tells us That today we had fifteen homicides And sixty-three violent crimes As if that’s the way it’s supposed to be We know things are bad… Worse than bad… They’re crazy! It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy So we don’t go out any more We sit in our house and Slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller Please at least leave us alone in our living room Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials And I won’t say anything Just leave us alone… Well I’m not going to leave you alone… I want you to get MAD! Hypnotised by a spreading viral sydrome Sitting silent in a cyber prison, eyes got spinning spirals in’em We're spending our lives pretending, idealising idols singing Worthless simple minded jerks , jerking off at the sight of women… Someone’s behind it, making the most of it Raping your soul sonny, they’ve made you a slow puppet Enslaved the globe with paper, causing commun, sick behaviour They divide ya, make ya fight, constantly quarrel with your neighbor You make me wanna wake ya, shout, shake ya out your bed Slap ya back to reality, pound ya, break your drousy head Whether black, brown, white, yellow or blue, whether you Jew Christian, Muslim, Man or Woman, Macho, Feminist too Forget your hatred and beefs, gay or straight relate evenly We can blatantly see we’re ALL getting raped equally People should be eager to put their forces together! The more the better! Forget your pain, y’all important and clever! (Get mad) Listen bredren, you’re not a little bread crumb Lift your head son, cause you’re a fucking living legend! (Get mad) You’re not a zombie hun, don’t nod when they numb ya You’re not a statistic, nah, not an anonymous number… (Get mad) You are knowledge, wonder, mind, body and soul Flip Big Brother the bird, ‘cause he’s not in control, nope! (Get mad) Strike the power, time to be sour Pile up the cowards’ cadavres after dragging ’em out they ivory tower I don’t want you to protest I don’t want you to riot I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write I don’t know what to do about the depression and The inflation and the crime in the Streets All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad You’ve got to say: I’m a Human being God damn it!

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