I'll tell you what happened, I was walkin' downtown Makin' somethin' for May Day, pounding the ground Some kid pulled a trigger, then I was dead 'Cause
Market-driven forces Are the way we'll save the earth We just have to ascertain Exactly how much it's all worth So we put a price on pollution And now
When the world has gone crazy And it's all becoming clear When they're gunning down our comrades And it seems the end is near As they're loading up the
What if you were born there And you knew how things used to be, Watching your father come home each day From the factory? What if you had seen the ships
Can't stand the news, it's always the same old song Another corporate scandal, another story of bad gone wrong, Another corporate bailout, another piece
The President got on TV and there was nary a dry eye, He said he loved his country and mom and apple pie He said he was a proud man and he liked his home
I wish I was up in Vancouver At the Cannabis Cafe Smoking good old sensemelia At the beginning of the day But here I am in New York City Hiding out in
I want to write this song Because it should be written now And these thoughts should be between us As far ahead as time will allow For once the suitcase
Missiles flying in the Third World Towards a people stranded on their knees Bombs falling over Baghdad Killing children who are starving by degrees There
1921 was the year Seems like yesterday to me Let me tell you 'bout what happened then Back in the mine country We were fightin' hard to build a union '
It can happen in a moment And sometimes it does When what could be is And what shouldn't be was There are times When you gotta stand steady There are
It was all about living And the good things of the earth It was all about loving This crazy accident of birth It was all about traveling And hearing those
Coca-Cola came to Colombia Seeking lower wages They got just what they came for But as we turn the pages We find the workers didn't like the sound Of
My name's Mikhalo I like to play with shiny toys I'm just a child Like other little boys What's leukemia Won't somebody tell Is it as pretty As this little
If you wanna have a protest in the USA You wanna speak your mind in the American Way If there are some rich white men with whom you disagree And thought
I lost my job and joined the army To get an education And I most surely did Wanted to have some kinda steady job Lead a decent life Support me and my
When she sat down in the dirt in front of your machine A lovely woman dressed in red, you in military green If you had met her in Jerusalem you might
The cities are full of criminals All of them are black They'll shoot you for your shoes Or to get a little crack But the police are protecting us Locking