Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad Of N.A.T.O, artist - The Tossers. Album song Long Dim Road, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Thick
Song language: English
The Ballad Of N.A.T.O |
You say you’re telling me right now of how you think that it should be |
By the hand of Democratic law and the hand of decency |
But, your raging, you won’t talk law to me or tell me any stand |
You’re pointing all the fingers but refuse to shake the hand |
Instead of sitting content in your ideals and your laws |
You have to tell me what you see, cause I can’t see a lot |
But I see how Democratic your law is when it’s revised and necessarily changed |
The Irish were arrested without warrants because they were soldiers armed and |
estranged |
All’s fair in love and war then they were tried without jury |
The act said fear of jurors, death threats |
Also, no people could object to thee |
They were arrested under special laws and tried in diplock juries |
But, when asked by Amnesty or other countries |
They were criminalized as terrorists |
So you could ignore political talks and ignore political struggling |
So you can hold onto your colony without political juggling |
So you sat firm and quiet in your country and morals and common law promoting |
But, Nationalists kept coming, bombs and people kept exploding |
The Somazas crushed Nicaragua, The Falklands, Angola and Nambia, South Africa |
They fought you tooth and nail, till they were crushed or you gave up |
You’re not a Democracy, you’re a Capitalist empire that colonizes weaker lands |
And taxes natural resource, oil, diamonds, copper exchanging hands |
You put in Democratic so called governments as heads of the state |
That are willing to adhere to your bidding and reap measly profits from their |
state |
And you colonize them with phone companies, hotels, McDonalds and Nike plants |
And erect military bases under the pretense of defense |
But the truth is its defense from revolution, in case the poor rise up |
Against the governments you’ve helped to empower and make the final stop |
Then you called them a communist menace and stage and attack from your own bases |
Then the government death squads, …, destroy their empty faces |
You sent embargos on countries who don’t agree or finally do revolt |
A free country can’t sell their natural resource on a global free market vote |
The countries that sit in the N.A.T.O. |
seats are the same domineering five |
And the butchers they empower keep the rest of the seats alive |
And the countries ostracized by embargo that form the rest of the world |
Were forced to form a non-aligned organization, a union, so they could be heard |
You call this a free market and your system Democratic |
But it’s now a taxing empire that sends its shots out dead sporatic |
Well, you can take my contentment, my sense of security |
You can beat me from head to toe, till I bleed |
You can starve me or freeze me because it’s all the same to me |
Because in my mind I know I want to be free |
You sent your psychologist to evaluate me and give a report to the paper to read |
I’m more stable than he is — I’m beginning to see |
In this frustration of war, it’s one purpose I see |
I know of your tactics to break people like me |
Separate love forever, I’m refused being seen |
In the maze of our memories we live there you see |
In our minds we are together and forever we’ll be |
You can murder my land, make the skylarks scream |
Just to tell your provincials you’d not turn on them |
Your possessive ego crushes my friends and me |
But I know in my mind that I want to be free |
You fought Ireland as an organized army, you fought them as a country |
But they fought you as a people and you were oblivious as to which serf was |
defending |
If you act like rats you get treated like this, but now you are rebutting |
Because we stood like a rock when for tactics and answers, like rats you were |
scrambling |
What to report in the media, to tell to those to which you lied |
When Angolans and Serbs and Chinese and Nicaraguans and Zapatistas and Iranians |
and Cubans and Irish are |
Always the ones who have died |