Stripes (Lyrics)

Worn out and worn down ever since that day Watching our foundations being stripped away And everything I read about you makes me physically sick No red and white, just Blues all over Coz spelled out in black and white its red all over Their bodies, our hands, but you don’t give a shit Scratch that - you do ‘cause you planned it Families torn apart in the middle of the night They try to find their fathers, they try to find their brothers You say “Let’s take off the gloves, coz they don’t have any rights” Where I come from those are fighting words Those are fighting words - scratch that - these are fighting words I’m sick of being sick I can’t say it more direct than this Without my name ending up on a list Headed off to a place called [Redacted] We need something more than a sticker with his face and “asshole” written under it. We need something more than just an angry song To wake people up about the Right being wrong The Left can’t inspire people to do what’s right If we keep thinking it’s an armchair fight It’s sad our tactics are so tired and trite When it’s our fucking lives on the line Down in the dumps since fall naught naught Watching everything my country stands for rot And everything I read about you makes me physically sick