Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not In My Name, artist - Joelistics. Album song Blue Volume, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.06.2014
Record label: Joel Ma
Song language: English
Not In My Name |
Lately I’ve been losing all my faith in humanity |
And to think I am a part of it’s embarrassing |
I read the paper and I keep up with the news |
I can’t recognise what we do as even human |
It’s out of wack, out of balance, out of control |
The lies told and the attitude that unfold |
This fucking country has a rotten bitter hard soul |
These are laws of the land that the Crown stole |
I hear them talk, talk, talking on the radio |
They spit fever pitch panic on what they oppose |
I read the columns, the letters and opinion pieces |
At every pub everybody’s got prepared speeches |
Misunderstanding all the pain in the politics |
They only want a scapegoat and kept promises |
And all the anger and the fear and resentment grows |
The brutality of lucky country village folk |
It’s not enough to turn back a bunch of leaky boats |
It’s not enough to kill their dreams then we kill their hope |
It’s not enough to deprive them of their human rights |
It’s not enough, until somebody lose their life |
Dark shadows gather history will judge us hard |
One day you’ll ask yourself «did I do enough?» |
And how much cruelty did we allow to be dealt |
To a group of desperate people asking for some help |
How does it sit with you? |
How do you sleep at night? |
Does it worry you at all occupy your mind? |
I hang my head, heavy heart, I am so ashamed |
It’s in my backyard, but not in my name |
The journalists gather, the cameras click clack |
And at the podium the speaker’s putting on his act |
He talks in double speak, Orwellian reports |
Empty words but his body language says it all |
His hands are outstretched, now his arms are crossed |
His white face sweats bullets and he nods a lot |
Official press release, massive fact omissions |
The purpose so clear — dehumanise the victims |
Appoint an expert, launch enquiries |
Pass the buck, obfuscation by any means |
He answers all the questions with the party line |
Repeats the focus group emotion heavy catch cries |
He knows his audience, and how to handle them |
Talk tough, keep it simple, act the larrikin |
Make them think that your one of them just like a mate |
Repeat the sentiment — «ain't this fucking country great» |
Now he’s hit his stride, he’s got them hypnotised |
Convince them there’s a threat to their very way of life |
And now the lights fade and he walks away |
He played it perfectly to keep the power one more day |
[How does it sit with you? |
How do you sleep at night? |
Does it worry you at all are you dead inside? |
I hang my head, heavy heart, I am so ashamed |
It’s in my backyard, but not in my name] |
The sun beats down hot upon a prison camp |
A family huddles in a tent with no ceiling fan |
The days roll in to each other in the worst way |
A young boy celebrates his 9th birthday |
At night he hears people weeping it’s a common sound |
He’s used to to seeing things he saw his sister drown |
He wonders if it’s real, he wonders who to trust |
His mum and dad are like ghosts they don’t talk too much |
He kicks a soccer ball in an empty field |
One of the guards kicks it back and compliments his skill |
The boy tells the guard «I turned nine today» |
The guard smiles, stops, then he looks away |
He says «Little man one day I hope you understand |
When you’re older and your dignity is still intact |
And you look back at this vicious treatment |
Not all were complicit, not all were indecent» |
[How does it sit with you? |
How do you sleep at night? |
Does it worry you at do you sympathise? |
I hang my head, heavy heart, I am so ashamed |
It’s in my backyard, but not in my name |
Not in my name |
Not in my name |
Not in my name!] |