Glasnost
BARCLAY JAMES HARVEST lyrics
BARCLAY JAMES HARVEST lyrics
"African Lyrics"
Coalminers Lyrics
You'd never leave on your own Where you're from and where you're going I know these things like I know you hate me now Catch yourself in mid-air thinking Your dreams can never be bought I couldn't
You'd never leave on your own Where you're from and where you're going I know these things like I know you hate me now Catch yourself in mid-air thinking Your dreams can never be bought I couldn't
Through the eyes of a child
There's no wrong or right
No reason to hate
No need for a fight
No colour, no creed
No malice, no greed
Till the child becomes a man
Give up your freedom
Hand back your rights
Then change your colour now
You're black not white
And there'll never be a piece of the action
Now you're an African
Forget beliefs and swallow your pain
You're just a number now
And Boy's your name
And you'll never get a piece of the action
Now you're a working man
African, Asian, it's all the same
Brown, black, Caucasian
It's all the same
Slave labour, working class
What's in a name?
Far left, far right, centre
It's power they crave
The politics of Apartheid
The politics of shame
The cold abuse of human rights
Of torture and of pain
I Believe Lyrics
One of these days And it won't be long You're gonna look for me and I'll be gone I believe Said I believe Oooh yeah Ooh baby I believe you're trying to make a fool outta me
When you're an African
The politics of making more
The politics of greed
The cold abuse of poverty
To keep your labour cheap
Are only part of the action
When you're a working man
African, Asian, it's all the same
Brown, black, Caucasian
It's all the same
Slave labour, working class
What's in a name?
Far left, far right, centre
Far left, far righ
Your Fiend Lyrics
A fix that saves the dead I'll do it once And my mouth's wide open Now I'm here again Another fuck With a monkey controlling me I can't get myself away from this
t, centreA fix that saves the dead I'll do it once And my mouth's wide open Now I'm here again Another fuck With a monkey controlling me I can't get myself away from this
Far left, far right, centre
It's power they crave
The politics of buying arms
When there's no food to eat
The politics of digging gold
Instead of planting seeds
The leader with his private golf course
And his flashy cars
Sits playing with his diamond wrist watch
While the people starve
The politics of shooting down
A plane that brings relief
By fat men playing po