They took my friend
They cuffed his wrists
They beat him in the van
He hadn't done a thing
But when they came, he ran
and they pursued
And they were rude
And he said nothing,
He bit his lip
If you speak, you'll feel their feet
But if you don't
You'll still get hit
What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
I can feel you shaking
When I take you by the hand
Tell me. What's the matter,
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking
when I take you by the hand?
They want me bad, now bad I'll be
They keep me poor
They make me sick
They feed me with desires for
Things that I don't need that stick
Their needles in my arms
Expensive things I can't afford
They show me rooms furnished with gold
And then they close the doors
What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
I can feel you shaking
When I take you by the hand
Please tell me,
What's the matter,
My lovely brown eyed man?
I'm the child of the gimme-more nation
When they want something,
They launch an occupation
They plunder and pillage
and they say that they're saving
They're bombing and maiming
They're taking and taking
But they lock me up,
and they paint me a demon
for trying to feed
my screaming children
while they're k**ing for money
and they're crippling countries
and they're doing it all
beneath a flag saying
Freedom.
now, what's the matter with you?
you're lying if you think
that my pain isn't your pain
'Cause when I'm hit you flinch
What's the matter with you,
my lovely brown eyed man?
how come I can feel you shaking
when I take you by the hand?