I want to leave but they've slammed the door.
I want to get out but I can’t anymore.
They’re a shower of thieves and liars and scum
And I won’t march to the beat of their noisy drum.
They won’t listen to me down here on the ground
So why should they dictate from way up on their mound.
They shouted and threatened, roared, thieved and abused
And despite what they preach you’re never excused.
If you speak out of line and show some self-thought,
They’ll attack and deny and to heel you’ll be brought.
In the big UN book about my human rights
There’s a line in this book with some gracious sound
bites.
I am free it appears, they have deemed it my choice,
To be religious or pagan, and my freedom’s my voice.
But our ball of corruption have come up with a rule
That denies me this choice like some sort of fool
That can’t think on my own and see what’s so clear
It’s all smoke and mirrors to make division and fear.
So they say I can’t leave but they can’t make me theirs
They won’t get my cash and I won’t say their prayers.
I’ll still feel unwell that my name’s on some list
Saying I’m theirs like that’s why I exist.
But if they’d even listen, if they could just tell
What’s in most of our heads, they’d all fuck off to
hell.
