
Data di rilascio: 30.04.2012
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Listen to Us |
'Cause this ain’t no fucking joke, we fucking broke, |
far from cutting coke, all we got is luck and hope, |
dreams going up in smoke, one day, some way, |
yeah that’s what we used to say, now we black out, sniffin' white |
sold the future’s grey, the youth that we threw away |
ain’t ever coming back, our criminal record |
haunting us forever like a tab. |
Where I come from, minimum wage is what we run on, |
no wonder why we spendin' our pay getting drunk off some cheap shit, |
standing in line, waiting for some free shit to eat with, |
resorting to crime for some Weetbix, the same old story |
that you heard a million times before, I bet a party doesn’t even cross |
your mind no more, fucking Prime Minister ain’t even got the time to talk, |
cuttin' off the dole, tryna justify why we’re poor, |
acting like we’re happy working underneath your iron claw, |
when you don’t even need to give a reason we’ve been fighting for. |
Trying to fight the law is like, tryna fight a fireball, ask my old man, |
they locked him up just for trying to score. |
Fuck working in a factory 'til you’re 94, course we resort to crime |
when all you get from crime is_________ |
And that’s some fucked up system where justice is just some juxtaposition |
between the police and the judge’s decision and even if you scream, |
who the fuck is gonna listen to us? |
And what they know about missing the bus? |
Yeah, it’s just another prisoner’s dust |
They keep the bread and they give us the crust, |
'cause the system is sussed; there ain’t no politician to trust |
who’s gonna listen to us |
(2 — Tourettes) |
John Key can suck my dick, hiding in his mansion. |
While half the population flies across the Tasman, |
the other half tryna act like it’s not happenin'. |
Thinkin' that they’re rich with their hire purchase plasmas, |
asking what’s the matter? There’s no depression in New Zealand! |
Yeah, just a soul sinking feeling, had you staring at the |
All Blacks cheering, distracting you from the oil spills of poor tax. |
Dignity? |
Can’t afford that on minimum wage, |
shit is insane, the rent is half of my pay! |
Nobody laughing these days, though the economy’s a joke. |
Except for ___________ you know how how that goes, |
socialism for the rich, capitalism for the poor. |
Want us to live in shit, keep us struggling and bored, |
if you waited and thought for one second, that we deserve better, |
ain’t enough pigs to protect 'em, keep everything expensive |
and the wages low, get them loses and wins out digging some holes, |
saying work’ll set you free, yeah it’s good for the soul, ____________ |
while they come and ask for your vote. Cut the funding ________ by |
the National Party, blame every problem on solo mothers and dole bludgers, |
the working class and ___ gang getting fisted, until we say it different |
ain’t no one gonna listen to us |
Minimum wage just isn’t enough |
Tax cuts don’t make a difference to us |
Act like a poor, all we know is prison and drugs |
Gettin' high is the only way we livin' it up |
(- Matt Crawley) |
I’ve been thinking 'bout who’s doing the talking, all I’ve been reading |
about how we’re sinking |
I’ve been drinking 'bout how we’re doing, all that we’re missing, |
and that nobody’s listening |
Nobody’s listening x2 |