Stop spinning me round trying to make me
sound like it’s okay, I’ve heard enough to make me give up cause this life is
tough, I spend my days getting over my fears looking ahead of my dreams, still
I feel so misunderstood, now all I hear is spin this over here, tell them that
over there, they’re messing this world up, all right, where’s my God the one I
put my trust in, just do as me he said and it’d be all right, well I’m tired at
the displays and the empty words, they throw away, I can’t feed my children on
this dream, I go out at night with my clothes real tight, hoping to make it
through to the next morning rise, so don’t tell me it’s all right and or we’ve
won the fight, show me and I’ll believe you, just don’t tell me it’ll be all
right, cause it isn’t and my children who go hungry don’t lie, it’s been like
this for many years, the struggle for identity my children face practical ruin,
educate you say and it’ll be grand, while fat politicians rule over the land,
so don’t tell me don’t lie while you hide among your crowd, show me don’t bore
before I give up for all time…
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