Dayden Shea - Song for the People (Protest Song) Lyrics

There's trash all around
Holes in the ground
People just laying around

There's homes for lease
But nobodies got the money
Nobodies gonna make it in this town

The schools are packed like cans of sardines
And the teachers just can't take it anymore
The state ain't gonna help, cause the state ain't got the money
They're all too busy paying themselves

Well give the kids something to do
And give yourself something too
If you'd just leave em all alone they might make it back home

You build the juvenile hall right in the heart of town
No good paying jobs anywhere to be found
And you wonder why everything is looking down

Out here god only loves you, if you got a degree
And if you give your hard earned pay to the great G.O.V
Well it all makes perfect sense cant you see

Well give the kids something to do
Put the art back in schools
If you'd just give em all a life they might leave the hard drugs behind

Mothers and Fathers let your hammers bleed
While your kids are bleeding knowledge right onto their seats
From a bullet served with an apology from the government

Burn your shoes because the T.V. and don't you ever let em catch you
Down on one knee cause its their way or the grave
And you better bring your own shovel too

Well give the people something to do
Let em stand for what they want to
If you'd just leave us all alone we might make it back home

Mr. Taxman let me ask you
When'd ya work those hours with me
Cause my monies being taken, and they're taking it for free
I could really use the pay thats why its addressed to me and not you

Well give the people something to do
And give yourself something too
If you'd just leave us all alone we might feel like a home