Did you ever stop to think about whatcha gonna do With your responsibility? Or did you, Just take this job cause it would Be good for the money And did you Ever stop to think About your duty to mankind Or did you, Think ya take this job do favours For you friends and waste all our time? So tell me man Do you realize what you're doing to this good country? Cause you're selling it all away for your economic Stability And you, Justify everything you do With the people that you say you're gonna employ But the unemployment line is getting bigger every year And you treat us all like toys. We're just expendable to you Along now with this land And there ain't no room left for empathy And this is something I don't understand Don't make no sense to me Justifying everything we do on our economy And there ain't no room No more room left for human decency Justifying everything we do on our economy And the only time you listen to the people Is when you think you won't get their vote Otherwise you really could not give a shit Don't mind rockin all our boats And the greatest living friend is a man who goes by The name of apathy And we let you get away with everything you like so You make all your money But I tell you something right now old man And this is a fair old warning to you That the people are waking up And gonna make you accountable too Just like the nazi trials in Nuremburg Hell not so long ago Gonna make you pay for what you have done Gonna make you responsible Cause I don't understand don't understand don't understand what head space you are in so it must be lies you're speaking and the land that you love he could not give a damn about and the ocean that you love do you think he could give a fuck about? And the family that you love do you think he could give A damn about?
Compositor: John Charles Wiltshire-butler ECAD: Obra #21057924