| The Romans were the masters when jesus walked the land, In Judaea and in Galilee, they ruled with an iron hand. And the poor were sick with hunger, And the rich were clothed in splendour And the rebels whipped and crucified, hung rotting as a warning And Jesus knew the answer, Said, Give to Caesar what is Caesar`s, Said, Love your enemies, But Judas was a Zelot and he wanted to be free, Resist, he said, the Roman tryranny. So stand up, stand up for Judas and the cause that Judas served, It was Jesus who betrayed the poor with his word. Jesus was a conjuror, miracles were his game, And he fed the hungry thousands and they glorified his name, he cured the lame and lepers, He calmed the wind and weather, And the wretched flocked to touch him so their troubles would be taken. And Jesus knew the answer, All you who labour, all you who suffer, Only believe in me. But Judas sought a world where no one starved or beged for bread. The poor are always with us Jesus said. So stand up stand up for Judas and the cause that Judas served. It was Jesus who betrayed the poor with his word. Now Jesus brought division where none had been before. Not the slaves against their masters but the poor against the poor. Set son to rise up against father and brother to fight against brother, For, He thatis not with me is against me, was his teaching. Said Jesus, I am the answer, You unbelievers shall burn forever, shall die in your sins, Not sheep and goats said Judas, but together we may dare, Shake of the chains of misery we share. Jesus stood upon his mountain with a distance in his eyes, I am the way, the life, he cried, the light that never dies. So renounce all worldly treasures and pray to heavanly father. And he pacified the hopeless with the hope of life eternal. Said Jesus, I am the answer, And you who hunger only remember, Your rewards in Heaven. So Jesus preached the Other World, But Judas wanted this, And so betrayed his master with a kiss. By sword and gun and crucifix, Christs Gospel has been spread, And 2000 cruel years have shown the way that Jesus led. The Heratics burned and tortured, the butchering bloody Crusades. The bombs and missiles sanctified, that reign down death from heaven. They followed Jesus, They knew the answer, All non-believers must be believers, Or else broken. So put no trust in saviours, said Judas,for everyone Must be to his or her own self, a sun. So stand up ,stand up for Judas. And the cause that Judas served. It was Jesus who betrayed The poor with His word. WHO REAPS THE PROFITS WHO PAYS THE PRICE. You sit there handing out orders You examine the terms of the deal. A car is always waiting, Other hands turn the wheel. The door slides open before you The door slides shut behind. Other hand carry your luggage, Weightier matters engage your mind. You take the gold out of the earth You throw the corpes in. One crop is as good as another, As long as the cash keeps pouring in. The wheels must never stop turning, The machine must be obayed. The future has got to be fuelled. And theres a price to be paid. Black like the dust, brown like the earth, This is our land ,the land of our birth, Silently digging, digging our graves, Choking our bodies, choking our lives, Living on scrapes, dying in debt, Digging in darkness so our children can eat. Once we were free, greeting the sun, Sharing the earth, giving thanks to the corn, Sang with the waters, sang with the wind, Danced with the drum, circle without end. Now we are silent, they have taken our tounges, They have taken our pride, they have taken our songs, Only our bodies, only our eyes Burn with the memory of the old ways. Brown like the earth, black like the dust. Who can we turn to, who can we trust. You`ve got no patience with failure, You`ve got no time for delay, Certainty points to the future, Straight lines point out the way You never make moral judgments, Only one truth you defend. Money must be free to make money, Thats all there is in the end. You take the diamonds out of the earth, You throw the corpes in. One crop is as good as another, As long as the cash keeps pouring in. The wheels must never stop turning, The machine must be obayed. The future has got to be fuelled. And theres a price to be paid. Brown like the earth, Black like the dust, Who can we turn to , who can we trust. The gun is their God, they have taken our land, They take what we dig , they take without end. We drown in the dust, we choke in the heat, Our skin grows sores, our lungs rot. Still we remember, the cold clear air, Waking at dawn with the morning star. Still we remember the sound of the flute, The feel of the grass under our feet. Death may come quickly if the mine floods, If the rock talks, if the gas explodes, Mostly we linger on deaths cold bed, Clutching for air, coughing up blood. Nobody cares, nobody sees, We make no headline, dying by degrees. A thousand shapes wait to attend you, The ones who drive your cars. Who reserve your place at the table, Who order your daily cigars. Who silently guard your privacy, Who make sure your ties are new, Who remind you of your appointments, You know that they all depend on you. You take the uranium out of the earth, You throw the corpes in. One crop is as good as another, As long as the cash keeps pouring in. The wheels must never stop turning, The machine must be obayed. The future has got to be fuelled. And theres a price to be paid. Nobody cares, nobody sees, We make no headlines dying by degrees, What choice do we have,? They have taken our homes, We wait in silence, our time will come. They tear from the earth, they leave nothing behind, Only raw scars, on a waste land. Someday and soon the mountain will shake, The drum will sound, the sun will turn black, And from out of the dust and from under the earth, We will arise, proclaiming this truth, All life is sacred, All life is one, From the rocks on the mountain, To the child unborn. And the walls will topple. And the fences will fall, And the scars will be healed, And the earth will be whole. This is our land, the land of our birth, Black like the dust, brown like the earth. You never carry money, You like your life ordered and clean. You make out cheques to charity, No-one can call you mean. Through your double-locked gateways, Only the privileged pass, Admire your taste and elagance. marvels of marble and silver and glass. You take the earth out of the earth You throw the corpes in. One crop is as good as another, As long as the cash keeps pouring in. The wheels must never stop turning, The machine must be obayed. The future has got to be fuelled. And theres a price to be paid.
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