Better Off Dead -

I wanna talk about a sound, a voice, a freedom, rejoice

I can’t stay silent while you take away our choice

The guns, the armour, the gossip, the drama

The innocent, guilty, we’re all free of karma

The nation, the rules, the patient, the fools

The picket lines inside, to close down schools

A chance we take, the path we tread

You can’t cry 'freedom', when you’re standing on the dead

Nobody put this in me, I only wanna get free

Battered out of hatred, jealousy, envy

Liars, the fakes, the funerals, the wakes

The life we live, you give, it takes

The stones we cast, the future, the past

The laws we break, too slow, too fast

The highs, the lows, we fell, we rose

Wi' happiness or woes, we come and we go…

GO!

I sing revolution while you’re trying to silence me

My resolution for a life I can lead

Adversity has become part of my destiny

I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my knees

And all I’m hearing is the news

The shots, the bombs, the plots

We separate and divide, the streets, the blocks

The free, the brave, the dead, the grave

Everyday combat, the ones you couldn’t save

The scars, the cracks, the science, the facts

Religion, control, the knife in our backs

The found, the lost, we pay, the cost

Genocide inside, we’re taken by the cross

Somebody put this in me, I only wanted to see

An end to all this hatred, jealously, envy

The fires, the scrapes, the records, the tapes

The weak, the strong, the love, the hate

The sails, the masts, no future, no past

Abuse we take, too slow, too fast

The highs, the lows, we fell, we rose

Wi' happiness or woes, we come and we go…

GO!

I sing revolution while you’re trying to silence me

My resolution for a life I can lead

Adversity has become part of my destiny

I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my

I sing revolution singing 'Oh, are you hearing me?'

My own solution for a new enemy

I close your arms, fall on you, lost in this misery

I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my

I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my

I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my knees

All pray, judge and leaders

You made us, none believers

These graves that you leave us, replace your promised freedom

All pray, judge and leaders

You made us none believers

These graves that you leave us, replace your promised freedom

All pray!