Mud Sun - Second Cell lyrics

The year is 2013 So then what happened? Baba turned whisperer Contributed his chorus then prostituted his literature Hey, we fell out because I thought the revolution was a metaphor And you were looking for an excuse to start a civil war That's what you thought That's why every time we did a tour You slipped off shagging women While I went and talked with the poor Every port we stopped at I sought out what you never saw Too boozed to understand my views So convinced of yours Well one of us had to have fun You were too puritan Up on your high horse Working with the poor and loyal to your girlfriend Too bad your gla** was half-filled With your middle cla** guilt And your socialist social an*lysis Drove you to total paralysis And gave you awkward nerves You were awesome with words And you made hot products But you hated entrepreneurs My actions were as strong as my verse And you, so fond of dissing hypocrites Talked injustice but didn't do sh** to limit it Money was motive for you For me it was coincidence I couldn't see what we did as column inches Wait So the only difference between us is your pathos? Money is coincidence for you and Bill Gates both You know justice doesn't flow from your empathetic pains No sh** Sherlock Anymore from your liberal journo masquerade But money doesn't mind where it's made right? Your struggle's a play fight And yours is a performance with double the stage fright You know, every rebel commander's fate Is to go from Che Guevera to Alexander the Great Revolutions are where dictators incubate And you're still fiending for center stage And you're still keeping me entertained Baba it's laughable I never needed to take a commanders role Okay, Castro That's so typically narrow All I had to do was remind people to answer back But you wouldn't understand that Cause strong people don't need strong leaders And it seems they didn't need much reminder either Look, our time is nearly up man Let's get back to the questioning Forget about the past and just try to act professionally I have to know Did you get trapped intentionally? What's this meant to be? Is it a publicity stunt To promote your cause with broken laws Is this what you want? Mate I saved your life twice In France, remember I pulled you free from knife fights Right, right You had my back before we fell out But you never had respect Cause you thought I was a sell out I thought we could have done more That's all To tell them our vision Our vision What the hell am I thinking? Your vision? Your need to defeat the system Which is just a validation Of your distorted version of realism Everywhere I look I see people making free decisions Everywhere you look, man All you see is victims