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?

Status Quo;

The way things are

And always will be;

Well, not any more, mon cherie