Riot is King

Padlocked fences of unseen power
towering where these old walls once stood.
Oh how good, oh how good I hear you say
that we tore them down.
Now it´s the old barriers, restricted areas,
of our western ideas we´re proud.
And individuals we are, playing along
in this rightful orchestra.

And measure by measure of our own symphony
we get unable to hear and to see
that democracy, democracy is already
down on her knees.
It´s all rifles here it seems
and Ghandy´s just a pin-up
and riot is king.

The more you want to differ
the more you become the same
it´s not to bad I hear you say,
we´re all part of this game.
But same is not equal, as looking´s not seeing
and I see Fords and Jeeps and Benz´
under poor man´s asses
and behind tainted glasses
the ones with that master plan.

Of handing them prospects of luxury and wealth
and such keep them quiet and thinking they´re well fed
and the republic, the republic became
her own hangman instead.
It´s all rifles here it seems
and Ghandy´s just a pin-up
and riot is king.

Rebellion is as old as Rustaweli´s lines
and now you hope that George the Holy
slays your dragon on time.
But the lance is rusty and withered is the rose
and the blazing glory turned to chilly fury.
For the yesterday´s men drape
themselves in dollars and gems.

For you it´s the same
you paid and you´ll pay
but yesterday´s used to defend
the government´s mess of today.
And justice, justice is merely a lodger in this play.
It´s all corruption here it seems
and Ghandy´s just a pin-up
and riot is king.

Text: Gabriele Groll