From the recording 2
Lyrics
Who cares - if the stench of deceit does everything but toughen the weak?
I might want to fight back, shoot politicians and pretend I’m a freak
We’re spoon-fed digested dreams through high quality screens
While dirtbags prey on women and kids, sad old shattered machines
Sunday news paint Monday’s blues
Hunger pain and torn up shoes
Smelling dust and bleaker mornings
Pollution and blaring warnings
Week in and week out and I’m supposed to have fun
We’re alone, we’re alone, yet we think we can run
From a thick growing pain, (that) washed our hopes down a drain
Do you even care?
Who cares if the junk you eat and breathe will choke your precious veins?
Do you worry when some guy’s collecting from your labour pains?
(Hell yeah!)
Who cares if several lives couldn’t cope with this burden no one bears
Now your chosen leaders became deaf to your plaintive prayers?
Week in and week out and I’m supposed to have fun
We’re alone, we’re alone, yet we think we can run
From a thick growing pain, (that) washed our hope down a drain
Do you even care?