Verse One ? Suffa
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I speak from the heart, but only when I drink,
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And I only ever sleep when I¡¯m too tired to think,
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Restlessness, the reaction that you will find,
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From stress I guess and having a compassionate mind,
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I worry bout the machine of progress, ain¡¯t no stopping it,
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The forest we destroy and the world we build on top of it,
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Mercenaries get paid salaries to slaughter,
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Girls obsessed with body image find calories in water,
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Nurses comfort seven-year-old casualties of mortar,
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A peasant¡¯s daughter caught up in a war for a border,
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And at home we treat our refugees like criminals,
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Detention centres just a catch phrase for a minimal
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Security prison, we drive gold trimmed cars,
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Down the road an Afghani kid grows up behind bars,
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And we wonder why they hate the west,
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When we treat them like they¡¯re second-class citizens at best,
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We¡¯re all pawns in a game, the USAs miniatures,
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Aussie foreign policy with George Bush¡¯s signature,
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Peeps die for a watch and blue chip stock,
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Did they do Big Pop or was it two bit cops,
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I wanna sue kid rock for making rednecks think they¡¯re hip hop,
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Wanna swallow people¡¯s pain and spit it from the hilltop,
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Wanna affect change in the subjects that we talk on,
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Connect strangers, work together and walk on.
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Verse Two ? Pressure
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Polluting airways, mankind strays with no reforming,
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So slap on that sunscreen and enjoy the global warming,
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Cos ignoring world issues is what we all do best,
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Just like Aussie politicians shoe shining for the U.S.
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To save losing face, no thoughts to the fumes that trace,
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Our sky lines and clogs our seas we swimming in consumer waste,
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The fumes of hate rise globally but will it cease?
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The day we try and find a little peace within the Middle East,
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We shadow their borders yelling deplete their arms,
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Its just war for black gold so they can grease their palms,
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We all need a scapegoat, a villain to cop blame,
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We¡¯re just wolves in sheep¡¯s clothing killing in gods name,
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And that¡¯s world wide, like global over population,
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We mine the world dry of natural resources to feed our nations,
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Appetite for waste, I see it everywhere,
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I feel like throwing a flag of protest in Tienanmen Square,
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We need to care for mother earth and all of her natural defences,
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But talk is cheap, and taking action is expensive,
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We wear our hearts on our sleeves, our flags on our borders,
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And that¡¯s why nuclear testings done in pacific foreign waters,
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We follow reporters with the worth of a scholar,
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And gather personal opinions from a rag worth a dollar,
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Man this is not a subject; I feel lightly I can talk on,
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The attitude is one man of many, so walk on.
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Walk On
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| Hilltop Hoods |
