Why We Fight
Words and Music by Joe Bolinger
Foreclose on our houses, kids are gettin mad,
The lives that we promised them are all shriveled and dead
hit em with your pepper spray and your rubber and your lead
Lure’em with dreams, switch out poverty instead
Who do you think you are?
It’s America stupid, you can’t ride w/out a ticket
But the lottery’s easy if you know how to pick em
Your money or your life, you don’t own what you’re given!
Go to sleep on the ground and you’ll wake up in prison.
Who do you think you are?
This has gone, this has gone too far.
They came here to find God’s word in a stone
But god’s got nothin on the power of your phone
So climb up on your heaps of money all alone
Buy a new calf to worship, put yourself on the throne.
Squeeze your little children. bear your little swords
Your paper thin promises are breaking like cords
that lash up your gates and hold fast your doors.
Just what d’you think these kids are out here marching all day for?
Who do, you think, you are?
This has gone, this has gone too far
You tell us bend over, grab our bootstraps and pull
But what about the bootstraps your grandaddy stole
that caught your little cradle before it could fall
and crash into cage that you’ve wrought for us all?
You can’t win this game, child, these rules are all rigged
From the start to keep your ideas from getting too big
Know your place, count your blessings, never ask why
The rich keep their money while the poor have to die.
Who do you think you are
This has gone, this has gone too far.
The end’s, the end’s in sight
And that’s why…that’s why we fight.
The lives that we promised them are all shriveled and dead
hit em with your pepper spray and your rubber and your lead
Lure’em with dreams, switch out poverty instead
Who do you think you are?
It’s America stupid, you can’t ride w/out a ticket
But the lottery’s easy if you know how to pick em
Your money or your life, you don’t own what you’re given!
Go to sleep on the ground and you’ll wake up in prison.
Who do you think you are?
This has gone, this has gone too far.
They came here to find God’s word in a stone
But god’s got nothin on the power of your phone
So climb up on your heaps of money all alone
Buy a new calf to worship, put yourself on the throne.
Squeeze your little children. bear your little swords
Your paper thin promises are breaking like cords
that lash up your gates and hold fast your doors.
Just what d’you think these kids are out here marching all day for?
Who do, you think, you are?
This has gone, this has gone too far
You tell us bend over, grab our bootstraps and pull
But what about the bootstraps your grandaddy stole
that caught your little cradle before it could fall
and crash into cage that you’ve wrought for us all?
You can’t win this game, child, these rules are all rigged
From the start to keep your ideas from getting too big
Know your place, count your blessings, never ask why
The rich keep their money while the poor have to die.
Who do you think you are
This has gone, this has gone too far.
The end’s, the end’s in sight
And that’s why…that’s why we fight.