Lyrics

One, two, three! From day one they say "listen to me" You're born with eyes but they're not to see Keep looking straight ahead and don't let them stray Don't question nothing, don't think or debate Because you've seen it once before and you'll see it again The strange disappearances of those who are the same The same as the people who fight for their rights Backstab each other in middle of the night Whining freedom anthem songs Sacrifice the lot to end all the wrongs "A few lives ruined but we still have the songs" September the 29th An idea that had grown and formed to stop the city was to take place A carnival in the streets A protest against the companies and their new financed war An occupation to stop people at theirs Peaceful blockades, a traffic free zone So what actually happened? The walls and pavements were adorned with colored chalks, slogans, and symbols that probably meant little to the city gents Some blockades were formed and removed. There was conversation with city folk and some music made But many arrests angered the free, some carried out by brutal police without their identification numbers All day people rallied with banks [?] as the starting point A macing at the guild hall turned into a strong defiant sharp force that marched though the streets past the bank of England to the stock exchange, while loud chanting echoed around the tall buildings People banged on the doors and windows, siege was laid until the horses arrived. But it was spontaneous, disorganized, except for the whispered word. Confusing the lot The result? The carnival was enjoyed and the city was not stopped. They worked well under siege, even though many visited the carnival out of curiosity The dull day was brightened, but it left no mark But the troops are marching on and on and on We sing our own songs; we choose our own ways You try to ignore us, but we'll never go away Looking down on us from your privilege and greed Taking all you can and making others bleed Destroying all you touch now your answers are through I'm sure we can do better than you The left wing manifesto, the right wing sham Tells us we can't, but I tell you we can They might tell us we can't but I know that we can Stuff your lies, you know we can, we can