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 ===