They Don’t Care About Us
Skin head
Dead head
Everybody
Gone bad
Situation
Aggravation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Bang bang
Shock dead
Everybody's
Gone mad
Chorus:
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Beat me
Hate me
You can never
Break me
Will me
Thrill me
You can never
Kill me
Do me
Sue me
Everybody
Do me
Kick me
Strike me
Don't you
Black or white me
Chorus
Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate,
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill his prophecy...
Set me free
Skin head
Dead head
Everybody
Gone bad
Trepidation
Speculation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Black man
Black mail
Throw the brother
In jail
Chorus
Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible cause you ignore me
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwin' me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is that land from which I came
You know I really do hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin', he wouldn't let this be, no, no
Skin head
Dead head
Everybody
Gone bad
Situation
Speculation
Everybody
Litigation
Beat me
Bash me
You can never
Trash me
Hit me
Kick me
You can never
Get me
Chorus
Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be
Skin head
Dead head
Everybody's
Gone bad
Situation
Segregation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Kick me
Strike me
Don't you
Wrong or right me
Chorus
(Repeat to end)
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