Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Plunderers, artist - The Herd.
Date of issue: 09.02.2003
Song language: English
The Plunderers |
Dear overseer, |
It’s ages since you graced my pages, |
But this shit goes in stages, |
How the machine rages, |
I’ve got a spanner for your works, |
Whole patches of industry, |
I’ve got no manners for you jerks, |
You wouldn’t listen to me. |
An Eco friendly emblem on a petrol station, |
Like a fucking referendum for a queen without a nation, |
Lies about land rights, |
Build uranium mines, avoiding millions in tax, |
You’ve never paid a fine. |
When, in the ear of our leaders, to start a war like that, |
If we don’t know who were fighting, well then we won’t fight back, |
So I’m calling you out, |
To let you know we know, |
Your branding shines like gold, |
And hides the shit below. |
Ever thought that’s why Jordan is no politics major, |
Because he can’t stand the thought of his slaves in asia, |
Who puts a B-boy and a surfer in the same ad break? |
I beat the real thing, because it’s so fucking fake. |
He tells a pack of lies and then tries to murder the truth, |
He’s just the same two guys, who tell you all the news, |
And who’s that chimpanzee, straight out a western movie, |
And here come little Johnny wanna be his deputy, |
The world is cleft you see, |
Made to fight one another, |
Economic big brother operating deep cover, |
So Im calling you out, |
To let you know we know, |
Your branding shines like gold, |
And hides the shit below, |
Because everything is really not okay, |
Despite the forecast of another beautiful grey, |
I mean a beautiful day, |
Blessed optimism, |
A few more companies are killing off their competition, |
Even blackouts couldn’t make these devils sto-op and listen, |
A rat race, that’s disgraced and should not be forgiven, |
It’s not your pipe to piss in, |
So there’s a price to pay, |
Whilst burning you’ll be thinking about it everyday, |
The gap gets greater, |
And so I’d watch your step, |
Once slip and there goes your neck, |
Sleep with a sweat, |
There’s too many now looking for your downfall, |
In the eighties all they thought about was how tall, |
Could a corp climb higher than a star sign, |
Make money marry money, |
And make more money, |
Mankind suckered out like a bloodthirsty vampire, |
They call you citizens upstanding, |
But we call you damn liars, |
Image built brand empires all targets, |
We’ll «boycott attack» and defame just for starters, |
Press charges? |
And bring your lawyers to the table? |
But the tables are turning so get out while your able, |
SAMPLE |
«I love convenience, I love corporations because they give me convenience. |
I I i-saw on the news that there’s all these people trying to stop these |
corporations spread the convenience. |
And that’s err. |
that’s why we’ve got to help the developing nations get their |
mc’donalds, get their 7/11s, |
ahmean they haven’t even tasted the goodness yet man.» |
END |
Whilst ever there’s oppression up will rise dissent, |
Seen through every century, the anger finds a vent, |
US forces — Just like WWF, |
Iraq’s getting body-slammed — By george dubya’s best, |
Keep pushing till the point comes — Where the people have had enough |
And disillusion cause of ills — That are struck or are corrupt, |
Can’t trust a cop, a politician or a tv set, |
Now everyone’s upset, |
And yet they still forget, |
Forget facts, |
Remember brands, |
We get jacked, |
But bite our hand, |
The media is on crack, |
And (they) hide our heads in the sand, |
Now every Woman and Man, |
Sing your favourote theme song, |
That catchy jingle, |
Opposite to what really goes on, |
Our movement’s strong, |
We’re going from strength to strength, |
Your fradgulant future’s — Something that we can prevent |
We’ve come to cause a dissonance — Within your picket fence |
If you still say dismissing your staff’s — Good business sense, |
More protesters will die, |
As more companies collapse, |
So we’re questioning the false wisdom — Lying behind that. |
Shout to the people — To stand against this crap, |
And revolutionaries who act with beats and raps. |