A child dying in the wasteland,
But don't react, they're not our colour or creed,
In support I'd offer my hand,
But I too've been corrupted by greed,
It's the thing I want most, and what I want least,
I want equality, but I want it to work for me,
A clash of opinions? Who can this be?
Grab you arms boys; we've a new enemy.
Woah-oh, There'll be fighting on the streets,
But we won't strike back, Just to keep our dignity,
Fire, Fire in the Eastern lands,
But they can put it out themselves,
Why won't they learn?
Why won't they understand?
Ours is the right way to turn,
They've gotta think like us,
They've gotta act like us,
We trust Western ideals,
But it's the only thing we trust,
We don't want to branch out,
But we're hardly exclusive,
And we'll always fight back,
Trapped in a world without a seam,
No easy escape route,
Trapped in a mind without a dream,
And they've made me the scapegoat,
Oh, I tried running out,
But find myself further into,
This mess,
I distress,
To progress,
I undress of success,
And repress my unrest,
Tonight.
YEEEES!
YEEEES!
Twenty years later than I would have liked, but hells yes! I stumbled upon "No manners in Ireland" yesterday, cueing the easiest binge buy in a while. This is a nice blend of skillful instrumentalism, great lead voice and good tunes. The old Toasters / Madness / Bosstones fan in me is bouncing off the ceiling again. Thank you for that. You seem to be gathering steam as well. Here's to a long run! raphaelhythlodai
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024