Stripes

Worn out and worn down ever since that day
Watching our foundations being stripped away
And everything I read about you makes me physically sick
No red and white, just Blues all over
Coz spelled out in black and white its red all over
Their bodies, our hands, but you don't give a shit
Scratch that - you do 'cause you planned it
Families torn apart in the middle of the night
They try to find their fathers, they try to find their brothers
You say "Let's take off the gloves, coz they don't have any rights"
Where I come from those are fighting words
Those are fighting words - scratch that - these are fighting words
I'm sick of being sick
I can't say it more direct than this
Without my name ending up on a list
Headed off to a place called We need something more than a sticker with his face
and "asshole" written under it.
We need something more than just an angry song
To wake people up about the Right being wrong
The Left can't inspire people to do what's right
If we keep thinking it's an armchair fight
It's sad our tactics are so tired and trite
When it's our fucking lives on the line
Down in the dumps since fall naught naught
Watching everything my country stands for rot
And everything I read about you makes me physically sick