Post by Max on Oct 27, 2009 21:28:24 GMT -5
You think that your privileged bubble life is f*cking hard?
Why not venture to Africa and live in a continent of scars?
While you’re pinching the pennies in your little piggy jar
I ask you to look in the mirror and ask who the f*ck you are
To act as if your problems eclipse those of the whole world
You’ve never had genocide take away your little boys and girls
You’ve never been freed from a tyrant only to meet the next in line
You’ve never been the victim of Imperialism and war crimes
You can try to run away from history but you can never expect to avoid it
Open my History 445 book and see how many countries we have exploited
So while you complain about the American Dream and how we’ve destroyed it
Know that you bathe in a bubble bath while the world suffers our shit in their toilets
Government control wasn’t such a button for you during Iraq
But now you’re out of power, itching like a junkie to take it back
Mister blind sheep, unable to clarify between myths and facts
Fox News feeds you the information that your feeble mind lacks
Like a stream of water, you’ll take the flowing path of least resistance
Crying to have it your way with a toddler’s wail of constant insistence
Without the world in your palms you feel so insignificant and helpless
In your mind you’re the King, to me you’re an entertainer, an Elvis
I know that sometimes the world gets so cold that its only numbness we feel
But you’re acting as if you’re a pig to the fire the way you grunt and squeal
And hey, I’m not trying to say that our problems in the U.S. aren’t a big deal
It’s just that every day they’re happy to be alive, waking up again in Israel
Why not venture to Africa and live in a continent of scars?
While you’re pinching the pennies in your little piggy jar
I ask you to look in the mirror and ask who the f*ck you are
To act as if your problems eclipse those of the whole world
You’ve never had genocide take away your little boys and girls
You’ve never been freed from a tyrant only to meet the next in line
You’ve never been the victim of Imperialism and war crimes
You can try to run away from history but you can never expect to avoid it
Open my History 445 book and see how many countries we have exploited
So while you complain about the American Dream and how we’ve destroyed it
Know that you bathe in a bubble bath while the world suffers our shit in their toilets
Government control wasn’t such a button for you during Iraq
But now you’re out of power, itching like a junkie to take it back
Mister blind sheep, unable to clarify between myths and facts
Fox News feeds you the information that your feeble mind lacks
Like a stream of water, you’ll take the flowing path of least resistance
Crying to have it your way with a toddler’s wail of constant insistence
Without the world in your palms you feel so insignificant and helpless
In your mind you’re the King, to me you’re an entertainer, an Elvis
I know that sometimes the world gets so cold that its only numbness we feel
But you’re acting as if you’re a pig to the fire the way you grunt and squeal
And hey, I’m not trying to say that our problems in the U.S. aren’t a big deal
It’s just that every day they’re happy to be alive, waking up again in Israel
