Street Council - Gotta Be Karim

Through the darkness witches fly. The three mothers are coming soon. Spreading plague from the sky, Their mist is drawing down the moon. The council gathers in the hall To pray before their first trial. Can you hear the church bell toll? Or will you cover your ears? Staring with their empty eyes, From the circle witches rise. Now they learn to live in fear. Flesh will burn, and evil spells are broken again. Everywhere i look it's the same old story. The devil has his cunning ways to lure you. Always choose the right-hand turn and honour. Nail the sinners down with your boot on their face. Right! Our time will come at the end of days. We hold the iron cross above the goat of mendes. Vision must be served in the old-fashioned way. Brotherhood in red, won't you ride with me! Ride!

Handed down from fathers to sons Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns A talk of peace but not in our time To save our souls and stop the crime Onwards and upwards but going nowhere So how many now truthfully swear That they do no evil - see no wrong The ad-mass agents, the writers of song The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers Clouding an issue that was never quite clear Sent through the ages of boy to man The living testament of making a stand Killing the wicked then raising the dead Eating propaganda and shit spoon fed Grasping for wisdom, but thick all the same So how many innocents now can claim That they play with fire - and get burnt And through the same mistakes never get learnt Hoping for a time it will fall to place Faith shall show as our saving grace Handed down from God with love Was the whole wide world and some above But not content to share the land Greed was shown the winning hand And those whose greed was the strongest of all Took upon themselves to lead the call That some must work while other rest Without the question of what is best The leaders, the losers and the kings Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings Passed on over to the chosen few Was the promise of freedom with a breadline queue Ghetto's, gateaux and eating it too Forcing it all down with a cola brew The first amendment and the hunt for reds A conscious contradiction with something said That they see no evil - with eyes shut tight A cocaine culture that offers no fight Dragged from birth - drugged to death The common excuse is 'just being yourself' Hand us down before it's too late The strength and wisdom to change our state Governed by evil and all it will bring I can't wait for the day they do the lamppost swing And no mercy should they be shown For you cannot reason with the devil's own They say, they hear no evil - hands clasped tight To shut out the victims' screams of ol' uncle sam fights He sweats and he strains as his boney frame comes - Into the womb of an innocent one

Good morning day, how do you do I wonder - what will you do for me? I should be on my way, I should be earning pay, I should be all the things that I'm not - And I've tried on my own, now there's nothing to keep me at home, Like my brother has too - gotta leave to get out of this view, You see they, tell you to move around - If you can't find work in your own town. As I rise from my bed I can hear the old man Blaming heaven & mother for this 30 years with one firm, 13 months redundant, Yes I'd say that's unlucky for some - Now our tears fall like rain, as my mother walks me to my train, With a kiss & a wave - come home weekends - that's if I can save. I swear I'll take it out on the man - Who ever devised this economy plan. All the love in the world - can't put - Dinner on the table - All the hate that I feel no love could put right Good morning day, how do you do I wonder - what will you do for me? I should be on my way, I should be earning pay, I should be all the things that I'm not - And I've tried on my own, now there's nothing to keep me at home, All the love and the strength has been taken by this government, You see they, tell you to move around - If you can't find work in your own town. Father's in the kitchen, counting out coins, Mother's in the bedroom, looking through pictures of her boys, One is in london, looking for a job, The other's in whitehall - looking for those responsible!