Wednesday 12 November 2008 photo 2/2
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Wednesday 12 November 2008 photo 2/2
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Stand up, we shall not be moved
Except by a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give than you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Stand up, we shall not be moved
Except by a woman dying from the lack of food
If you've got more to give than you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
We still don't understand thunder and lightning
Flashback to when we didn't fund the dam
Didn't fund the damn levee? No wonder man
Now our whole damn city's torn asunder man
Underwater but we still don't understand
We see hurricane spills over on the land
Through gaps you couldn't fill with a hundred tons of sand
No, we still don't understand
We've seen planes in the windows of buildings crumbled in
We've seen flames send the chills through London
We've sent planes to kill them and some of them are children
But still we're crumbling the building
Underfunded but we still don't understand
Under God but we kill like the son of Sam
But if you feel like I feel about the Son of Man
We will overcome
We shall not be moved
Except by a child with no socks and shoes
Except by a woman dying from the lack of food
Except by a freedom fighter bleeding on a cross for you
We shall not be moved
Except by a system that's rotten through
Neglecting the victims and ordering the cops to shoot
High treason, now we need to prosecute
So stand up, we shall not be moved
And we won't fight a war for fossil fuel
It's times like these that you want to plot a coup
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Stand up, we shall not be moved
Unless we're taking a route we have not pursued
If you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Now shake, shake, a Polaroid dream
Nightmare negatives develop on the screen
We sit back and wait for the government team
Criticize they but who the hell are we?
The people want peace but the leaders want war
Our neighbors don't speak, peek through the front door
House representatives speak, stay the course
Time for a leap of faith once more
Put your hands up high if you haven't imagined
Hope that the pen stroke's stronger than the cannon
Balls to the wall, nose to the grindstone
The interrogation techniques will leave your mind blown
Place your bets, let's speak to the enemy
Don't let them pretend we seek blood
And who's we anyway? Kemo Sabe?
Mighty warlord, wannabe street thug
A threat for a threat leaves the whole world terrified
Blow for blow never settles the score
Word for word is time, need, clarify
We the people did not want war