Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gratitude And Thanks, artist - Mischief Brew. Album song Songs From Under The Sink, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 25.03.2006
Record label: Fistolo
Song language: English
Gratitude And Thanks |
I asked a student of higher schooling |
He said he didn’t care |
When I asked about the sixties |
He simply said long hair |
Saw a child getting programmed |
Getting programmed when she wakes |
And I hear a raving elder |
Cursing twenty years too late |
Oh, how the bastards screwed me |
Son, life’s too short to win |
And then the students of higher schooling |
Hid more pills inside his plate |
So |
I’d like to |
Send gratitude |
And thanks |
To those who |
Had the courage to defy the mighty ranks |
Send it to the students who wave the banners |
Who held flowers up to the tanks |
And to the ones who are still fighting |
Yes, all my gratitude |
And all my thanks |
So as you sit baked and hammered |
So grateful to be dead |
Said freedom’s here to chill out |
So sit and rest your head |
Think of those who fought for your right |
The path you walked, they paved |
And those who fought for your right |
To carry it until today |
Well it was they who fed the hungry |
Scorned the Pentagon for peace |
While the army rounded strangers up |
And made the instant peace |
They who made a union die |
So try to fill the jails |
And spread a message of unity |
Across the nation’s rails |
And said we’re destroying the house that Mack built |
Kicking down the doors and pulling nails |
And you’ve the nerve to tell me |
That everyone has failed |
No |
You should send |
Your gratitude |
And thanks |
To those who |
Had the courage to defy the mighty ranks |
Send it to the students who wave the banners |
Who held flowers up to the tanks |
And to the ones who are still fighting |
Yes, all my gratitude |
Yes, all my thanks |
I’d like to |
Send out a head and a parting hand |
To those who had the courage |
To reach and rise and stand |
Send it to the lovers and the fighters |
To those who stood up and still stand |
To those who will chain their wrists |
And clench their fists |
For here and faraway lands |