Ode To The Dudes (That Own Their Own Nukes)
They won’t let us live on the beaches, they won’t let us live in the trees,
the bastards just lock us in stables ‘n’ sell one another the keys.
I was born to this planet alive ‘n’ unarmed, I was thrown into structures more easily farmed,
with doctors ‘n’ lawyers ‘n’ labourers ‘n’ sheep ‘n’ cattle ‘n’ businessmen all in a heap.
On the planet I’m born on the bastards ‘ll tell ya that slavery’s banned, while they package ‘n’ sell ya
They won’t let us live on the beaches ‘n’ trees while they breakfast at Maxim’s ‘n’ brunch in Los Angeles.
They won’t let us live on the beaches, they won’t let us live in the trees,
they won’t let us work out our own lives, they won’t fucking leave us in Peace.
Written by Billie Reid.
