My land

Lyric

This is the street where people live in fear
of senseless crime and poverty.
And the colour of your skin decides,
if you should pay the penalty.

This is the city where only money talks,
of power gain and influence.
Where the poor stay poor, the rich stay rich
and we're still told it's coincidence.

It's the same old sad survival dance
that we're all born with an equal chance.
But who could be so blind
that they could never see?

That this is my land?
I can't pretend
that it has nothing to do with me.

And this is your land,
you can't close your eyes
to the things youdon't wanna see.

This is a country filled with greed and hate
and cops on the take are common place.
The next generation are condemned to waste
by bent politicians and magistrates.

This is a world at war for the liquid gold,
but there's still no cure for the common cold.
We raise our flags and battle crys
in the name of God and national pride.

And the lie we use to convince ourselves:
it's not our fault, it can't be helped.
Don't tell me we're so blind we cannot see!

That this is my land!
I can't pretend
that it has nothing to do with me!

And this is your land,
you can't close your eyes
to this hypocracy!

Yes this is my land,
And I won't pretend
that it has nothing to do with me!

'Cause this is our land,
we can't close our eyes
to the things we don't wanna see!

Erstveröffentlichung

  • Text:
    Andreas Frege
  • Musik:
    Michael Breitkopf
  • Länge:
    03:55

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