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What Ya Gonna Do About It?


Tell me, why are you not happy? Why are you so angry?

Why is life so bad?

Tell me, do you worry ‘bout money? Isn’t your life funny?

Does it drive you mad?

Tell me how little your earning? Can the wind of change be turning now?

Tell me what the mirror shows you? What the future holds for you

When you’re old and grey?

Tell me, will you still be hurting? Will you still be searching for that golden day?

Searching, though your heart is burning, will the wind of change still turn your way?

What ya gonna do about it? What ya gonna do about it? What ya gonna do right now?

What ya gonna do about it? What ya gonna do about it to change your life somehow?

Tell me, do you want to make history? Will you help solve the mystery

Of the Human Need?

Tell me, will your children respect you or will they just reject you and the life you lead?

Tell me, are the kids today learning that the wind of change can turn to greed?

What ya gonna do about it? What ya gonna do about it? What ya gonna do right now?

What ya gonna do about it? What ya gonna do about it to change your life somehow?

What ya gonna do about it? What ya gonna do about it? What ya gonna do right now?

What ya gonna do about it? What ya gonna do about it to change this world somehow?

Living In A Tomb


Good morning everybody. It's Redave Radio here and its precisely 6.30....


It’s the crack of dawn and I start to yawn as the light breaks in my room

It’s another day working for bad pay, it’s another day in deep gloom

I get out of bed with a thumping head and maybe eat some food

Then I’ll take a shower, only got half-hour, it’s like living in a tomb!



And the sky is grey, yet again today, I’ll be working for the boss

With his Geldof pose and his Glitter clothes, do I really give a toss?

And I’ll work all day for my basic pay. I’ll be stuck in that same old room

I’m gonna end up mad, yea I know I’m sad, it’s like living in a tomb!



But as I opened up my front door, would you ever guess what I saw?

People were happy and no-one was sad

The sky was blue and people talked to you, you earned real money but had less to do

I was so happy and no longer mad.

All people were equal cos they’d won a big fight

And a new Global Party put everything right

People were paid not to work till they died

With everyone happy both here and worldwide


Good morning everybody. It's Redave Radio. The weather is grey, but never mind. It's 7 o'clock….


It’s the crack of dawn and I start to yawn as the light breaks in my room

It’s another day working for bad pay, it’s another day in deep gloom

I get out of bed with a thumping head and maybe eat some food

Then I’ll take a shower, only got half-hour, it’s like living in a tomb!


How D’Ya Sleep?


How can you sleep when you know what you’ve done

When you see what you’ve done with your lies?

How can you sleep when there’s thousands who weep

For their sons and their daughters who’ve died?

How d’ya sleep, do you care?

How d’ya sleep, Bush and Blair?


The Eagle had landed once more in the sand

And the Bulldog had followed by sail

To the Fountains of Gold where all values were sold

For the price of a carpenter’s tale

How d’ya sleep, do you care?

How d’ya sleep, Bush and Blair?


How can you smile when the bodies would lay for miles

If you laid them all out on the floor?

How can you sleep while a billion people weep

For a future without any wars?


Hey Uncle Sam do you remember Vietnam

And the people with flowers in their hair?

Hey Uncle Sam do you have an exit plan

For Iraq and Afghanistan or do you care?

How d’ya sleep, do you dare?

How d’ya sleep, Bush and Blair?


How can you smile when the bodies would lay for miles

If you laid them all out on the floor?

How can you sleep while a billion people weep

For a future without any wars?


How can you sleep when you know what you’ve done

When you see what you’ve done with all your lies

How can you sleep when there’s thousands who weep

For their sons and their daughters who’ve died

How d’ya sleep, do you care?

How d’ya sleep, do you dare?

How d’ya sleep, do you care?

How d’ya sleep, do you dare?

How d’ya sleep, do you care?

How d’ya sleep, do you dare?

How d’ya sleep, do you care?

How d’ya sleep, Bush and Blair?

How d’ya sleep?




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