The Ballad Of N.A.T.O - The Tossers

You say you’re telling me right now of how you think that it should be

By the hand of Democratic law and the hand of decency

But, your raging, you won’t talk law to me or tell me any stand

You’re pointing all the fingers but refuse to shake the hand

Instead of sitting content in your ideals and your laws

You have to tell me what you see, cause I can’t see a lot

But I see how Democratic your law is when it’s revised and necessarily changed

The Irish were arrested without warrants because they were soldiers armed and

estranged

All’s fair in love and war then they were tried without jury

The act said fear of jurors, death threats

Also, no people could object to thee

They were arrested under special laws and tried in diplock juries

But, when asked by Amnesty or other countries

They were criminalized as terrorists

So you could ignore political talks and ignore political struggling

So you can hold onto your colony without political juggling

So you sat firm and quiet in your country and morals and common law promoting

But, Nationalists kept coming, bombs and people kept exploding

The Somazas crushed Nicaragua, The Falklands, Angola and Nambia, South Africa

They fought you tooth and nail, till they were crushed or you gave up

You’re not a Democracy, you’re a Capitalist empire that colonizes weaker lands

And taxes natural resource, oil, diamonds, copper exchanging hands

You put in Democratic so called governments as heads of the state

That are willing to adhere to your bidding and reap measly profits from their

state

And you colonize them with phone companies, hotels, McDonalds and Nike plants

And erect military bases under the pretense of defense

But the truth is its defense from revolution, in case the poor rise up

Against the governments you’ve helped to empower and make the final stop

Then you called them a communist menace and stage and attack from your own bases

Then the government death squads, …, destroy their empty faces

You sent embargos on countries who don’t agree or finally do revolt

A free country can’t sell their natural resource on a global free market vote

The countries that sit in the N.A.T.O.

seats are the same domineering five

And the butchers they empower keep the rest of the seats alive

And the countries ostracized by embargo that form the rest of the world

Were forced to form a non-aligned organization, a union, so they could be heard

You call this a free market and your system Democratic

But it’s now a taxing empire that sends its shots out dead sporatic

Well, you can take my contentment, my sense of security

You can beat me from head to toe, till I bleed

You can starve me or freeze me because it’s all the same to me

Because in my mind I know I want to be free

You sent your psychologist to evaluate me and give a report to the paper to read

I’m more stable than he is — I’m beginning to see

In this frustration of war, it’s one purpose I see

I know of your tactics to break people like me

Separate love forever, I’m refused being seen

In the maze of our memories we live there you see

In our minds we are together and forever we’ll be

You can murder my land, make the skylarks scream

Just to tell your provincials you’d not turn on them

Your possessive ego crushes my friends and me

But I know in my mind that I want to be free

You fought Ireland as an organized army, you fought them as a country

But they fought you as a people and you were oblivious as to which serf was

defending

If you act like rats you get treated like this, but now you are rebutting

Because we stood like a rock when for tactics and answers, like rats you were

scrambling

What to report in the media, to tell to those to which you lied

When Angolans and Serbs and Chinese and Nicaraguans and Zapatistas and Iranians

and Cubans and Irish are

Always the ones who have died