Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Labor Pains, artist - Sweatshop Union.
Date of issue: 04.01.2010
Song language: English
Labor Pains |
We can place the blame, but it stays the same |
Remain in chains as we pray for change |
Make us all forget about the basic things |
Like this place I been where the lakes and streams |
Connect as one body of an ancient being |
And let the suns hot beams wake your dreaming |
Embrace the feeling, taste the freedom |
Replace the seedlings that we take from Eden |
Cuz they grow to become what we’re make-believing |
And our souls will be numb if we take this beating |
Harass your brain with aspertain, MacDonald’s beef, and acid rain |
Don’t follow sheep, unlash the gates, and we’ll all fall asleep |
And pass away |
My policy’s to relax and play, cuz we’ll all be free in the last of days |
Scenes in the withering rain |
Seem like a sad movie’s refrain |
But tame moments in a life obscure |
Despite the blur I reply «affirmative sir!» |
My head to the pleasure of clouds |
In an effort to move the crowds |
Wipe sweat from my weathered brow |
Better reload the tank and crank it to loud |
Smell the daffodils lying in the grasses |
Under shrapment of a cold-blooded fascist |
Pay your taxes, release from laxatives |
Stuck in class living life like a masicus |
Travel the caverns within a psycho babble |
Just words from the herds 'a grazing cattle |
Fuck it |
Change the channel shift the tides |
Shake the lives of those who don’t abide |
We work, we breathe we eat we sleep the earth |
The trees we need ta keep observe then breathe in deep |
To speak these words |
We work we breathe we eat we sleep the earth |
The trees we need ta keep observe then breathe in deep |
To speak these words |
These words |
I was born, a child of his own, sworn to exile and a broken home |
Dysfunctional prone, I come on like so? |
All alone and own the throne through the unknown |
Now if only the sun, shined on my sill |
I might of cherished love and follow my free will |
The evil within, cuz people live in sin |
Yo we’re like «mine a' kin’s don’t manage a grin» |
I cannot defend, or even pretend |
I like the trend of this life again |
So I fight with my pen to enlighten a friend |
Niggas by my right to spy to my defend |
And even light can bend I’m type to condemn |
And every cent we spend can prevent the end |
Extend my hand and defend the plan |
We can mend the dam if we understand |
Don’t you want more from a lifetime of toil |
Than a pension plan, an pipelines 'a oil? |
The right kinda soil, love the earth and grass |
Learn the different between old birch and ash |
Most working class folks are getting raw |
Every fed-end bob’s got dead-end job |
Go to school for degrees, pay your dues and fees |
Diploma on your wall but still short on rent |
See you choose to believe all the news that you read |
Think you know it all but feel sort of empty |
Mortal men bleed and live a cruel joke |
While resorts for MC’s get ridiculed most |
These lyrics show quote ain’t false alarms |
It’s a call to arms, from the mall to farms |
Small or large, we’re all part of the rhythm |
We’re all in charge of this garden we’re given |
We work, we breathe we eat we sleep the earth |
The trees we need ta keep observe then breathe in deep |
To speak these words |
We work we breathe we eat we sleep the earth |
The trees we need ta keep observe then breathe in deep |
To speak these words |
These words |
We work |
We breathe |
We eat |
We sleep |
The earth |
The trees |
We need |
To keep |
Observe |
Then breathe |
In deep |
To speak |
These words |
These words |
These words |
These words |