Dean Omori - Democratic Revolution Lyrics

An old man's revolution is philosophy
A young man's philosophy is a revolution
Campus is quiet now but for the sound of tiny plastic phones
When the young are not angry everything stays the same
In a time of war our complacency is the most dangerous tool in their store
Is the world in retreat
And to the guys in bars with guitars
Why aren't you stamping your feet
If a man enters a forest to sit and think about love he is considered a fool
If a man enters a forest and fells the trees for money he is a success
In ten million years a single cell organism will replace us all
Say how important do you think you are today
The Euphrates is full of bodies the air all full of oil
War hunger humiliation defeat
To the guys in bars with guitars
Why aren't you stamping your feet
The news is blinking out its Christian propaganda
All our enemies can do is strap on a bomb and detonate themselves
Is there more dignity in a million pound bomb being dropped from the sky
Conditioned to be proud of our military machine
Manipulated in accepting the killing of innocent people
There are always more bombs
Seldom enough to eat
To the guys in bars with guitars
Why aren't you stamping your feet
How can so much communication have so little left to say
Only when we liberate what we know and accept can we be free
Re-load your meagre attention span in this blind society
Overthrow what it is you have come to believe in
Have a little dignity in what it is you accept
Eventually only lawyers will work
Progress in retreat
And to guys in bars with guitars
Why aren't you stamping your feet
We bury our fathers in peace children in war
We bury our fathers in peace children in war
And these are the actions of our so called civilised societies
We justify murdering more people than the accused just to bring it to justice
Lack of protest just adds to the canon of human misery
Send more bombs and bibles cos we're running out of prayers
Battlefields pushing up poppies
Sand all soaked in blood
Where's the prophet
Where's the poet
Where's the truth in our defeat
And to the guys in bars with guitars
Why aren't you stamping your feet
And I woke this morning to a remote and dreamless sky
Young people say what can we do and they got a point
The alcoholic is someone who drinks as much as you do
That you don't like
Violations of our human rights same rules apply
Bring democracy to the world in lies
We're playing god in an unjustified seat
To the guys in bars with guitars
Why aren't you stamping your feet
War president teach us how to love
Weakness resorts to violence
Strength refers to peace
Anger always the first line of our defence
But we are not angry enough to stop the global racial conflict
And our leaders all pretending that it's not
Grown bored watching people bleed
To the guys in bars with guitars
Why aren't you stamping your feet
And we see what men do to each other all over the world
But the women
The women always get it worse
The real enemy is malaise ignorance I couldn't care less
All religions will eventually become mythology
And the song belongs to a stranger
And in amongst the slaughter my voice so obsolete
And to the guys in bars with guitars
Why aren't you stamping your feet