Soapbox Jive

by The Mercury Project

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released November 1, 2004

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Track Name: Fenced In
(Verse)
2000 years of successful exploitation of other nations.
A generation of agitation waiting to explode…
My current mental occupation.
Is that they stopped up the commode
Where do we go? When America rode through
With this heavy load of nuclear pie ala mode?
People are dead upon the road.
A product of hate sewed.
Age-old story told.
Now the black gold
Got billfold’s
Uncontrolled.

Livin’ in a bubble. Planets in trouble.
All I see is ash and rubble.
A world of 3.5 billion used to be doubled.
No bees bumble, the towers crumble.
The seas rumble. I heard this cat mumble
Unintelligently at me. Wanted to get free
I tried to show him what he couldn’t see.
A life above the canopy. Man, it could be
Nice to be free. Sippin’ tea with three
cats that barely look like me.

(Chorus)
Can you see… These fences have shattered
The Love in Me.
Walls thrown up.
We’re blinded by genuine apathy.

(Verse)
Livin’ in a realm surrounded by barbwire and painted borders.
Imaginary lines drawn from headquarters
of those that hate the unknown, yet they give orders.
Lock you up for the homegrown..
Leave me alone Mr. Policeman.
I like to have people over to mi casa
I ain’t part of no Taliban.
No son of Sam. Ain’t in ridin’ around here in a minivan
No nine clickin’ in my hand.

Entangled in your web of lies.
Walk to your face
Rip down the disguise
With a pair of pliers.
Do not admire
Your whole attire
your desire to set fires?
While politicking’ liers
They conspire…
1984 knockin’ at door
and you’re a slave to the chores
of your brave corporate wars.
Til’ there’s pavement on the shore
Only til’ Lion of Zion roars.
Adjustin’ the final scores.

(Chorus)