Home Brew, Matt Crawley, Esther Stephens, Tourettes - Listen to Us lyrics

[Home Brew, Matt Crawley, Esther Stephens, Tourettes - Listen to Us lyrics]

There was a time when New Zealand
Cities were quiet and clean
People said they were nice places
To bring up children
But the cities grew alarmingly
People poured in not just from the country
But from other countries as well
62, 000 in just 2 years then one day
There weren’t enough jobs either
The people became angry
And violence broke out
Especially among those who had come from
Other places expecting great things

It’s that some governments
Such as New Zealand
Have forgotten for whom they
Have a responsibility
And they owe nothing to huge projects
They owe a lot to little people
And they have turned their
Face on striving people

If you don’t want it that way
Go the other way

Where prices are allowed to soar
While wages are screwed down

It’s not a case of saying inflation
Is more important than employment

More jobs and higher pay

The countries which have been most successful
In getting inflation under control
Have been those with central banks which are
Somewhat independent of direct
Political influence

Is it real money to you?
Yes it is actually, I think so, yes

Create the gap between work and welfare

There is a growing gap between rich
And poor in this country

Well im making enough to be comfortable
He said he would rather have sex
With a lobster than meet me
The good news is that I
Was having dinner with Nagti
Porou as opposed to their neighbouring
Iwi which is Tuhoe
In which case i would’ve been dinner

Cause this ain't no fucking joke
We fucking broke far from cutting coke
All we got is luck and hope
Dreams going up in smoke one day
Some way yea that’s what we used to say
Now we black out sniffing white
So the future’s grey
The youth that we threw away
Ain't never coming back
Our criminal record haunting us
Forever like a tap
Where I come from minimum wage
Is what we run on
No wonder why we’re spending our pay
Getting drunk on some cheap shit
Standing in line for some free shit
To eat we’re resorting to crime
For some weet bix
The same old story that you
Heard a million times before
I bet it probably doesn’t even
Cross your mind no more
Fucking prime minister ain't even got
The time to talk cutting off the dole
Trying to justify why we’re poor
Acting like we’re happy working
Underneath your iron claw
Where you don’t even need to give
The reason we’re being fired for
Trying to fight the law is like
Trying to fight a fireball ask my old man
They locked him up just for trying to score
Fuck working in the factory until you're 94
Course we resort to crime
But all you get from crime is court
And that’s a fucked up system
Where justice is just some
Juxtaposition between the police and
The judge’s decision and even if we scream
Who the fuck is going to listen to us?

What they know about missing the bus?
Yea, it’s just another prisoners dust
They keep the bread and they
Give us the crust cause the system is sus
There ain't no politician to trust who’s
Going to listen to us

Interviewer: Where you for or
Against the springbok tour?
Oh, I can’t even remember
1981? I don’t really know

John key can suck my dick
Hiding in his mansion
While half the population flies
Across the tasman the other half try to act
Like it's not happening
Thinking that they’re rich with
Their higher purchase plasmas
Asking what’s the matter?
There’s no depression in New Zealand
Yea just a soul sinking feeling
Had you staring at the All Blacks cheering
Distracting you from the oil
Spills and poor tax
Dignity? can’t afford that on minimum wage
Shit is insane when rent is half of my pay
Nobody’s laughing these days
Know the economy’s a joke
Except for bourgeois arseholes
You know how that goes
Socialism for the rich capitalism
For the poor want us to live in shit
People struggling abroad
If you wait at the door for one second
That we deserve better
There ain't enough pigs to protect them
Brands are expensive and the wage is low
Get them losers at WINZ out diggin some holes
Saying work will set you free
Yea it’s good for the soul
I mean kill the poor
Kill my eyes for your vote
Kept the funding for us
On that national parks
Blame every problem on solo mothers
And doole bludgers
The working class is a gang getting fisted
Untill we say different ain't noone
Going to listen to us
Minimum wages just isn’t enough
Tax cuts don’t make a difference to us
Act like we’re poor
Only know prison and drugs
Getting high is the only way
We’re living it up

(I been thinking about who’s
Doing the talking in all I been reading
About how we’re sinking
I’ve been thinking about how we’re doing
All that we’re missing
And how nobodies listening to us)

Well I don’t own a vineyard
Interviewer: and you’re a vineyard
Owner yourself aren’t you? I am
I don’t know whether I won any assets or not
Interviewer: You promise you will
Always be honest? yup

He said he could and he would
Then later he said he
Couldn’t and he wouldn’t
And later still he said he
Couldn’t because he wouldn’t

Hip hopping with the hoppers
If anyone is offended
Then I deeply apologise

Think you’re going to go in there mate?

Have you got a conflict of interest here? no
See you, thanks very much

They’ll vote accordingly
If they want that other bloke
To lead a government, they’ll vote for him
That’s it right? Okay thanks Prime Minister

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