Lyrics

I've read all the papers, I've seen all the news I've laid down my body, I've laid down my views I've heard of the targets and I've heard of the wars And I've seen rockstars' conscience on feeding the poor And I just want to tell you, I want it all to stop And my friend's in the army, my brother's a cop And the people around me all claim to be saints And there's much more to freedom than brushes and paints I've heard revolution and that's not new to me I've seen separation in my own family tree And I've picked up the pieces, and I've seen all the trams And I've seem isolation on demos and camps And I just want to tell you, I want it all to stop And my friend's in the army, my brother's a cop And the people around me all claim to be saints And there's much more to freedom than brushes and paints And I'm living and hoping to see a great change To hear people laughing, find no one feel strange To live my life wholly, and I want it to be Now we don't have to follow books on history And I just want to tell you, I want it all to start The people are starting to love with their hearts No one to go hungry, no [?] for a song And let's all stick together and prove the books wrong "Your little stint in D.C. doesn't seem to have done you any good, does it? You'd like to go to the stockade, wouldn't ya? 'Cos you're trying your best to get there - well, I got news for ya: I'm gonna try my best to put there, and if ya don't wipe the smile off your face I'm gonna knock your goddamn teeth out."