Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Lucky Few, artist - No Cash. Album song Run Your Pockets, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 20.03.2006
Record label: Morphius, VMS
Song language: English
The Lucky Few |
I’m sprouted from a racist seed |
The white men stole the land they need |
To renovate a state of hate |
And greed and call it something great |
So every fall you could give thanks |
For genocide of natives by the ranks |
Now you can find fast food in every town |
McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Taco Bell |
And as free trade kills domestic jobs |
They blame minorities for all their probs |
And lock 'em up for their enjoyment |
And say they’re the cause of unemployment |
Although they say that we’re all free |
It never felt that way to me |
As you sit back and watch us die |
I can’t help but asking, «why?» |
Now why? |
(Why…why…why?) |
Crooked cops on every block |
And racist courts to lock you up |
A judicial system so corrupt |
If you’re not white you are a criminal |
Educated by the biased man |
The kids too dumb to take a stand |
Faith in dreams that always die |
But nightmares hold the upper hand |
It snowballs into worthless pawns |
Multiplying, buying, on and on |
Slaving for that weekly wage |
But in the end, guess who gets paid? |
Although they say that we’re all free |
It never felt that way to me |
As you sit back and watch us die |
I can’t help but asking «why?» |
Now why |
Hey, hey |
Hey, hey |
Hey, hey |
Hey, hey |