HERE I STAND
Oh Lord saves me from the angry voices
We have marked our exes down
We have made our choices
Capitalism for the young
Socialism for the old
That way all our streets are paved with gold.
Here I stand, as Paul Robeson said
Trouble is you people want me dead
I want to go ‘cos I can’t stay
But the motherfuckers took my passport away.
They took my livelihood too
Now I’m gonna’ take something from you;
It’s your Status Quo, see?
The way things are
And always will be;
Well, not any more, mon cherie