Oblivious

What will it take to make us angry, where is the spark to light our flame
We've been sold out, taken in, yet blindly
We'll do it all again, fuel that gravy train…
Oblivious

They give all we treasure away for half nothing
Banish our children to labour on rich foreign shores
Prey on the weak, bow to the ones who have plenty
We follow them blindly again as we did before

We stick with The Tribe, we stand by our man
Whipped into line by this great master plan
Stuck in a spiral still fighting an old civil war
The Men and Womеn of 1916
Risked their lives for a National drеam

One hundred years later, what was it all for
Hear their voices resounding, calling to me and to you
All they dreamt of and died for, squandered by scoundrels and fools
Is this the best we can do?