People are lying, they keep on trying

To live where they can be free

They jam into boats with a knife

At their throats, It's a problem, for you not for me



The trouble is;

Politicians rule with an iron hand

The trouble is;

The threat's alive among the living and the dead



Children are crying, people are starving

We say we're helpless, it's their destiny

Countdown to disaster, before and after

Is all the same, but with a different name

And that's all



The trouble is;

Black and white are turning into grey

The trouble is;

It's getting hard just to get the time of day



I get up at night and I can't find the light

As I stumble in total darkness

I'm writing this song

To point the finger at what's wrong

But words of wisdom seem to escape me



The trouble is;

You got no right to tell us right from wrong

The trouble is;

It's just too bad if you don't like this song

The trouble is;

You politicians can't understand

The trouble is;

That we the people will fight 'till the end



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