You, You Point Your Finger - Patto

You, you point your finger

Stare, you feel no shame

Raise your hand in anger

Swear that I’m insane

You, you smell my freedom

Makes you squirm because I smile

How you hate my long hair

Call my music vile

You call me a junkie

Call me filth and scum

Keep me from your daughter

But my time will surely come

You, you joined the army

Fought a bloody war

Came home with a trophy

Turned into a bore

You, you think you’re civilised

With your connections you can’t fail

But you treat your wife and family

Like you bought them in a sale

You, you’re blind to beauty

Only power can quench your thirst

You scream to bring back birching

Keep a list who should be first

You, you slowly fester

Gripped by your disease

Despise your next door neighbour

Strange he feels like me

Me I’ve felt your anger

Me I’ve felt your scorn

Me I don’t know nothing

Me I’ve just been born

Me I m slowly learning

To bide my time and wait

Me I’ve grown accustomed

To the burden of your hate

But remember when you point and stare

And wave your arms up in the air

When you bastards die

We’ll still be here then we’ll take over