They feed me lies
If not, then, scraps of truth
They fill me up with shit
I feel shame
They fill themselves
They fill me up again
This time on state T.V.
They said he ate hashish
That makes no sense
They say it anyways
They say it anyways
There are many ways to tell truth
Just tell them that the youth are doing drugs
That's why he died
And drugs are wrong
That is not done
That is haram
They feed themselves
They like confections most
They let their bellies out
When they're full
They feed themselves
They drive in chauffered cars
They shut down rotaries
And if you know the man in charge
You pass by, you pass by
You pass by, you pass by
You have rights, you pass by
You're my friend, you pass by
I can see
I can see them
I can see deep within
I can hear
I can hear them
When they say there's no wind
No wind of change but I can flap my wings
They close their doors
Their doors are beautiful
Their rooms are filled with men
Who tell them yes
And ask them questions on the cost of roads
And just how much is left
For the function celebrating thirty years of this
They rent a tent to celebrate
And then they celebrate
As they meditate on all the ways to tell the truth while drinking cups of tea
No whiskey for them
Well maybe some
Maybe some though it's haram
We close our doors
We too have doors to close
We too have much to say
We keep close
And in the dark
We see the natural thing
That there's a choice between
The shit they feed us and the food
For my life, for my soul
For my time, for my land
For the love of my home
For the love of my home
For the love of my home
For the love of my home
I can see
I can see them
I can see deep within
I can hear
I can hear them
When they say there's no wind
No wind of change but I can flap my wings
A man set himself on fire for the love of his home
A man set himself on fire for the love of his home
And we move on but we carry that