Braintax - The Grip Again lyrics

[George Galloway: "You have to--and in the United States, I'm sorry to tell you, you more than anybody--have to grasp this central truth: that the flaw at the heart of the crisis between East and West, between the m**m world and the rest, is the half century or more of injustice visited upon the Palestinian people, paid for, organized and armed by the United States of America." ] The tanks came back My house got shelled The AVs came The kids start to yell I'm sick of this sh** My cousin got hit If I was still thirteen I'd be throwing bricks In the mix by default, cause I was born here I fear? to revolt I've only known fear Why they want my village Can't grow corn here They claim God's hand, but another man steers I'm sure of that From the Red Sea to Mount Ararat Thinking 'bout packing C4 in my haversack Taking back my self-respect and my dignity If you were living here, maybe you'd feel some affinity Military service, young men get paranoid Looking at us like we're aliens on this asteroid Group-scape ID, checking at the gate And there's no amount of preaching that can penetrate the hate Breakdowns in front of CNN Refugee camp shakedowns happening again This is tresspa** Got a Nissan ann my group forged a press pa** I'm dying anyway Whose god is real.. let's ask.. Living in the grip again So why the hell do you think I do this Mr Flock's interference, stirring up sh** Britain and America make me wanna flip Zionists and supremacists tightening their grip f** Bush, Blair and Sharon Keep us blind to the facts of what really goes on But it's the men behind the scenes that really maintain the con I've paid a lot of tax and bought a fraction of a bomb Made it through the roadblock, I started to sweat I feel the heat of sunset on the back of my neck Feel nothing for the soldiers that hate my guts They'd probably beat me if they could, with their rifle bu*ts And foreigners don't see this, the everyday suppression Illegal occupation, Fox News never questions 1967, my parents told the tale Now, 40 years later, my country's like a jail I made it to city, with false ID My English is good and BBC Cameras for props, see I'm well prepared Ready for d**h, but of course I'm scared That ain't nothing, I'm way more frustrated Sick of being a victim, being subjugated This is a war and I've a right to fight Give my life for my cause in the heat of the night The street's packed and the checkpoint's busy I fill up my lungs and my senses are dizzy Sounds and the smells of a place called Earth Where human rights vary on your place of birth For what it's worth I'mma redress a bit of balance I'm not brainwashed, just prepared to be a martyr Young firestarter and the world won't act? Detonate my body, take some dignity back ["The message is, of course, 'If you fight back, we're gonna k** you. If you engage in non-violent direct action, we're gonna k** you. If you do nothing, we're gonna k** you.' Armed struggle, by the way, is recognized in international law. You have the right to resist your occupier."] So why the hell do you think I do this? Mr Flock's interference, stirring up sh** Britain and America make me want flip Zionists and supremacists tightening their grip f** Bush, Blair and Sharon Keep us blind to the facts of what really goes on But it's the men behind the scenes that really maintain the con I've paid a lot of tax and bought a fraction of a bomb