Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Prisons, artist - Stray Bullets.
Date of issue: 06.10.2014
Song language: English
New Prisons |
Two thousand eleven, the people, it seemed, |
Realized that their lives were a pyramid scheme, |
The american dream just a fable to keep them enslaved, |
So they took to the streets and they took to the squares, |
Amazed upon looking found someone else there, |
And ideas were shared and a new set of options were weighed… |
First came the protests and then the encampments, |
And media blackouts did nothing to dampen |
The spirits of those who had found something worthy to save, |
They built microsocieties forged on compassion, |
On open discussion, division of rations, |
And corporate fascism oiled up its guillotine blade… |
With no leaders to slander and no heads to roll, |
The machine couldn’t seem to regain its control, |
So they called on the congress they’d bankrolled to break up the throng, |
In came the government, in on the grift, |
They said «freedom of speech ain’t a right, it’s a gift, |
If you stick to the script that we wrote then we’ll do you no wrongs»… |
But the people, awakened, saw what was at stake, |
They said «we won’t repeat all our parents' mistakes, |
It’s time to retake things that should have been ours all along, |
Although we’re afraid we will not be dissuaded, |
No longer obeying a system that’s played us», |
They built barricades and awaited the raids standing strong… |
If you can’t find the answers that you’re looking for, |
Maybe it’s cos your questions are flawed to the core, |
In a system designed where they’ve made it a crime to be poor… |
They take us for granted, they take us for fools, |
They take us to task and they make us their tools, |
They built a new prison where clearly we needed a school… |
A young boy walking by grabbed at his mother’s hand, |
Asked the right question «why?» |
had this whole thing began, |
Understanding crept over his face as the woman explained, |
Said «these people you see are just like you and me, |
And they’re camping out here cos they want to be free |
Of the monsters who scare them, the bullies who cause them their pain»… |
And as they walked away on that bright sunny day, |
He turned back around and he smiled and he waved, |
And I knew then and there that this struggle, it wasn’t in vain, |
Sure, they took down the camps and they put in the boot |
But victory was ours in that moment of truth, |
In the seeds taking root in the minds of the youth of today… |
If you can’t find the answers that you’re looking for, |
Maybe it’s cos your questions are flawed to the core, |
In a system designed where they’ve made it a crime to be poor… |
They take us for granted, they take us for fools, |
They take us to task and they make us their tools, |
They built a new prison where clearly we needed a school. |