Текст песни Lynch Your Leaders - Bob Vylan

Yeah, lynch your leaders, lynch your
Lynch your leaders, lynch your
Lynch your leaders, lynch your
Lynch your, ah, lynch your, ah
Lynch your leaders, lynch your
Lynch your leaders, ah

Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)

Down, down, tear that building to the ground
That house of serpents harbours murderers
Bet that martyr's looking down
So heavy-hearted, who's to feed us
Now there's all this space between us
Next-door neighbours will not save us
Our own country's trying to bleed us

This whole place is fucking violent
Had my mum breaking her back
Bought some scales to take the weight off
And now I'm under attack
Walk to the shops a hundred times a day
Hope my neighbours were not watching
Lucozade, Pro Plus and cling film
It's suspicious fucking shopping

Baggy jeans with rocks in
Watch me rid them on the way
Had this toothache for a month now
But the dentist wants me to pay
Auctioned off the NHS
They're fucking giving it away
We're all slaves, we're all slaves
Barely giving man a wage

They're printing ragtag fucking clippings
About man taking your jobs
Women daring to speak up
And all those black fatherless yobs
I swear this place has gone insane
You want your country back from who?
Your brain is fried from too much Sun
We want our country back from you (You, you...)

Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)

Down, down, sell your soul to make a pound
Gotta get it how you live
The poor can't afford to be proud
Fifteen, growing way too quickly
My school jumper didn't fit me
I took one brief look around
And stole one from the lost and found

Just like I stole that teacher's purse
Mum's first son was a thief
Wanted new trainers, lost the money
And got suspended for a week
Another leech, son of an immigrant
Suckling at England's teat
Ugly duckling of this nation
Suffering from its own defeat

You brought this pain upon yourself
And somehow it's all our fault
Man feel low, in a place
Where there's no houses, heat or hope
Nine to five, move some dope
Sniff some coke just to cope
Till it all comes tumbling down
And we decide to grab that rope (That rope)

"Hanging today, come and see the hanging"

Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)
Lynch your leaders (Lynch your leaders)

Lynch your, ah, lynch your leaders
Lynch your, ah, lynch your leaders
Lynch your, ah, lynch your leaders
Lynch your, ah, lynch your leaders
Yeah, yeah, lynch your leaders
Lynch your, lynch your leaders
Lynch your, lynch your leaders
Lynch your, lynch your leaders, yeah, yeah