Global Recession Songtext
von The Undercover Hippy
Global Recession Songtext
Well the news keeps saying there′s a global recession
Everybody soon is gonna feel a depression
Well you'd think by now we′d have learned our lesson
Bubble in the past means trouble in the present
It's the same old story in a different age
Same old master with a different slave
I'm telling you at the end of the day
It′s the same ones getting paid
Same ones getting paid
Same old people getting paid
Well I′m sick of all the people who lie
Telling me that freedom and democracy are tied up with the
Freedom of markets
In which we've imparted the
Power to control our lives
And I′m sick of all the people who steal
Money from the poor just to make a new deal
Thinking of the profit they're making
While the poor keep on scraping
The money just to make their next meal
And I′m sick of all the people who say
That's just the way it is I′m just complaining cos
I'm not the one getting paid
And I'm sick of all the people who know
Well they know what is going on
Still they just carry on
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Salia, nao Salia
Kora bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Djun djun bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Well I feel like we′re living in an age of flounders
Nobody rattling the cage around us
For fear of the enemy they say surround us
When the enemy within is the most profound and it′s the
Same old story in a different age
Same old villain with a different face
I'm telling you at the end of the day
It′s the same game being played
Same war being waged
Same old people getting paid
Well I'm sick of all the crooked politicians
Defending their position that by selling ammunition
They somehow make the world more secure
As if bloodshed and war
Were the tonic for our global condition
And I′m sick of all the people who steal
Money from the poor just to make a new deal
Thinking of the profit they're making
While the poor keep on scraping
The money just to make their next meal
And I′m sick of all the people who say
That's just the way it is I'm just complaining cos
I′m not the one getting paid
And I′m sick of all the people who know
Well they know what is going on
Still they just carry on
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Salia, nao Salia
Kora bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Djun djun bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Everybody soon is gonna feel a depression
Well you'd think by now we′d have learned our lesson
Bubble in the past means trouble in the present
It's the same old story in a different age
Same old master with a different slave
I'm telling you at the end of the day
It′s the same ones getting paid
Same ones getting paid
Same old people getting paid
Well I′m sick of all the people who lie
Telling me that freedom and democracy are tied up with the
Freedom of markets
In which we've imparted the
Power to control our lives
And I′m sick of all the people who steal
Money from the poor just to make a new deal
Thinking of the profit they're making
While the poor keep on scraping
The money just to make their next meal
And I′m sick of all the people who say
That's just the way it is I′m just complaining cos
I'm not the one getting paid
And I'm sick of all the people who know
Well they know what is going on
Still they just carry on
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Salia, nao Salia
Kora bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Djun djun bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Well I feel like we′re living in an age of flounders
Nobody rattling the cage around us
For fear of the enemy they say surround us
When the enemy within is the most profound and it′s the
Same old story in a different age
Same old villain with a different face
I'm telling you at the end of the day
It′s the same game being played
Same war being waged
Same old people getting paid
Well I'm sick of all the crooked politicians
Defending their position that by selling ammunition
They somehow make the world more secure
As if bloodshed and war
Were the tonic for our global condition
And I′m sick of all the people who steal
Money from the poor just to make a new deal
Thinking of the profit they're making
While the poor keep on scraping
The money just to make their next meal
And I′m sick of all the people who say
That's just the way it is I'm just complaining cos
I′m not the one getting paid
And I′m sick of all the people who know
Well they know what is going on
Still they just carry on
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Doing the same as before
Salia, nao Salia
Kora bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Djun djun bato be kumala
Nao nao salia
Writer(s): Billy Rowan Salisbury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com