My dad once told me that I've got
a chip on my shoulder
And these words have stuck with me as I've got older I'm not sure if he believed what he said was true
But I do know we held opposite points of view
Over the years my anger and hatred has swollen Watching the rights successive
governments have stolen
Expense accounts that squander public money
Flies around shit, wasps stuck to honey
Selling out our future to feather their nests
It's these smug, self-serving bastards I detest
Tell me......why do we put up with this?
In a divided nation split by lies and deceit
Apathy beats anger, resigned in defeat
Powerless to fight historic autonomy
Powerless to protest a corrupt democracy
tell me......why do we put up with this?
So I sit in silence and try to switch off
But I just can't do it, my brain won't stop
Too many people content to be part of this disease How can they hold their heads up high
when they're down on their knees?
