The Great Divide - Portion Control

I hope you’re only joking

I can’t believe it’s true

To take away my freedom

I know it’s nothing new

It doesn’t touch your conscience

To jumble up my mind

A two-way stretch, it’s not perfect

No matter what you find

The feeling is relentless

There’s nothing you can prove

I’m meeting with the roughnecks

Forget about the smooth

When everything’s permitted

Authority to kill

A sudden way to cultivate

Destruction over will

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief

Could’ve been a contender

Though the chances were slender

You gave me the gun

But my hands were tied

When sweet things turn sour

Keep the colonels in power

Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide)

I’m looking for a reason

I’ll help you let me go

Don’t bite the hand that feeds them

If you’ve nothing more to show

With every step that’s taken

You’re nearer to the end

A void that’s smart and full of heart

A nation to defend

It seems to get me going

But maybe I’m a fool

I’ve hurt you without knowing

Stop it showing as a rule

Accept your points are valid

Right away from one to ten

Ignore it or try not to force

Step forward once again

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief

Could’ve been a contender

Though the chances were slender

You gave me the gun

But my hands were tied

When sweet things turn sour

Keep your colonels in power

Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide)

I hope you’re only joking

I can’t believe it’s true

To take away my freedom

I know it’s nothing new

It doesn’t touch your conscience

To jumble up my mind

A two-way stretch, it’s not perfect

No matter what you find

The feeling is relentless

There’s nothing you can prove

I’m meeting with the roughnecks

Forget about the smooth

When everything’s permitted

Authority to kill

A sudden way to cultivate

Destruction over will

Could’ve been a contender

Though the chances were slender

You gave me the gun

But my hands were tied

When sweet things turn sour

Keep the colonels in power

Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide)

Could’ve been a contender

Though the chances were slender

You gave me the gun

But my hands were tied

When sweet things turn sour

Keep the colonels in power

Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide)

Could’ve been a contender

Though the chances were slender

You gave me the gun

But my hands were tied

When sweet things turn sour

Keep the colonels in power

Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide)