When the money flows, in rivers and streams
Wet, drenched soaked pieces of paper
When the guns are buried in the sand
Full, rusty grain filled metal tubes
That's where I want to be.
Screw your wages
Throw down your arms
Read only from pages
No weapons, just alarms
Reduce desire
Walk don't drive
Control your fire
Be happy with 'alive'
When the news shows happy stories
Instead of Labour VS Tories
When the power stations have less rights
Than the people inside them
That's where I want to be.
"I don't believe you"
"You don't see me"
"But it's my right to be.."
"compensated?"
"No.. free.."
Can't see the sense
In looking just to make sense
Big bang/god
I'm happy on the fence
Man woman
Animal plant
Need air & water
Not a suit & a bank
Handbags and shoes
Don't give you style
Heels can't let you
Walk over a mile
Value food air
And mostly each other
Who needs the condo?
When you have friends.. and a lover.
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