Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Unelected President, artist - Crass.
Date of issue: 01.10.2020
Song language: English
The Unelected President |
we’re looking for a better world, but what do we see? |
poverty, hatred and misery. |
so much money spent on war |
when so many on this earth are so helplessly poor. |
the unelected president sits at his desk, planning another attack, |
since the dramatic coup of september 11 he’s never had to look back. |
a war that won’t end in our lifetime is the madness he throws at our world; |
he talks of 'the axis of evil' while threatening evils untold. |
attack is the word, yet he calls it defence, but tell me just who is it for? |
will the starving millions in their struggle for life |
hope to benefit through his vicious war? |
is it some part of his brain that is dead, that allows him to act as he does, |
or is it maybe we who are dead in letting him persist in this madness? |
there are so many of us, yet he gets his own way with criminal threats of |
terror, |
surely it’s time to strip him of power, to stand against war and its horror? |
he’d destroy us all with his cancerous mind and his greed for the power of |
black-gold, |
he’ll willingly order a million dead to ensure that the line can be sold. |
this man and his cohorts who advocate war should be made to wade in the truth |
of it, |
made to spend sleepless nights quaking in fear |
and by daytime to crawl in the death of it. |
they’ll find the truth of what they do there; |
festering corpses they and their |
kind bled, |
the eternal stare of eyeless skulls telling the truth of military trade. |
the earth is our home; |
the wind and the air, the blue sky, the grass and the |
trees, |
but these masters of war, what do they care? |
they’re only sentiments these. |
it’s our world, our dignity, happiness, pride, but they seek to wrench it away, |
with constant reminders of the horrors of war they turn every colour to grey. |
they undermine values with their lies and deceit, make life a trial of fear, |
they mock and deride our inner beliefs, make us feel that we’re mad if we care. |
well, we do care. |
it’s our home. |
they’ve been at it too long. |
if it’s a fight they want here’s a beginning. |
throughout history we’ve been expected to sing war’s tired songs |
but now it’s our turn to lead the singing… |