Goldishack Guerrillas - Ain't Got No / Letter To The President | Текст песни

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• Ain't Got No / Letter To The President

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inspired by "Hair", the 1967 musical
lyrics
ain't got nothin.. but guns and bombs
i ain't got no money, i'm losin my home
we know right ain't right, still everything's wrong
hey mr president whats goin on?

i ain't got no!

i ain't got no arms .. no legs, a market crash
and our vets set the record how long headaches last
with 8 long years bleeding lives and cash
it's like bin laden came and kicked our ass

cause our .. dumb leaders sold us culture wars
and our .. dumb media bought the cause
and then our dumb leaders re wrote the laws
and now the guns point at us like it's our fault

(i ain't got no!)

job .. cause .. it's freedom man
like the corporations breathin our oxygen
all our money filled the country up with weapons plants
and ... put us all up against the fence

(i ain't got no!)

for peace love or harmony
cause ... that's what america meant to me
now if ..... we're the ones we've been waiting for
then first things first .. stop american wars

no hate, no prejudice just a hole in the wall
apartment that i'm livin in while i scribble my thoughts
but lately i'm stepping lighter and i walk with a bop
and main street is heading to wall street to fiddle with stocks
after years of being robbed bamboozled and hoodwinked
broke with a small ecological footprint
we going green giving money away like christmas
while we're going red socializing big business
i ain't got no time no patience still stuck in this matrix
i'm disconnected waiting on my scheduled maintenance
our cultural commodified lives equal homocide
we rebel you apologize scarred like kids at colombine
breaker 1-9 to the commander in chief
we're warring for peace no more commander in thief
with a strangle hold on energy why we're handling beef
it's power to the people ya'll we're playing for keeps

mr president i'm an ignorant american born in baltimore maryland
only difference between me and them is my parents spoke indian
a product of immigration up in the nation
my parents gave me hardest? years, worked harder yet i guess you can call them pioneers of their fields
strong as steel against the prejudice oh yes but now me and nicholas pulled a gold
and now i'm with goldi up in the shack looking back at the times that were hard keeping up my guard
but now obama in the office i thought we lost this but now we're back to react and attack everyone asleep in the coffin
drink your coffee and wake up and stop doing your crimes put your hands up and scream everyday for the people that's sublime