Rat in the Kitchen
Album - 28 luglio 1986 - Debaser id 49373

1st floor decide what you`ll be one day
With a head full of comment and nothing to say
2nd floor mixed up it happens that way
Soon you realize that listening don`t pay
3rd floor in limbo, no easy moves
Up or down it`s time to choose

(Chorus)

The elevators going up
Quick the door`s about to shut
Too late we`re full just hang around
It won`t be long - it won`t be long before it`s down

4th floor the job hunt and all that you ask
Is an honest day`s pay for an honest day`s graft
5th floor you may make a little more money
Now it`s apparent downstairs ain`t so fuuny
6th floor a mortgage, a collar and tie
2 weeks vacation in june or july

(Chorus)

7th floor expenses and private schools
Pushing a pen you`re not turning the tools
8th floor position, respect and acclaim
Move up the 9th for fortune or fame
10th floor for investment and real estate
Recouping the redies before it`s tool late
11th floor the penthouse the final cut
With a head full of comment and a mouth that stays shut

(Chorus)

You try to close your ears
And you try to close your eyes
But the blasphemies keep coming
And tempting you with lies

Chorus:
Give thanks for your protection
Your watchdogs of the night
Who hold the hungry wolves at bay
And keep them out of sight out of sight

You focus your direction

Cloak tightly pulled around
But somewhere in the distance
You can hear a haunting sound

Chorus 2x

You're in danger of corruption
And you're always running scared
You cannot make decisions
You're completely unprepared

Chorus

I think its only fair to say
We`d welcome riches down our way
No stigma knotted in my hair
I want to be a millionaire

Nevertheless I must insist
A thought is spared for those who missed
The handouts when it came to wealth
To education and good health

The time has come now all can see
As seeing this is killing me
our future victim to command
Together we can lend a hand

(Chorus)

So don`t blame me for wanting more
The facts are too hard too ingnore
I`m scared to death of poverty
I only want whats best for me

But even so I`m holding on
I think the world can live as one
If only credence took the lead
The world would see a world to feed

An endless sea of blood that`s spilt
Enough to sail an ark of guilt
And when we lend our helping hand
We`ll have our green and pleasant land

The great flood of tears that we've cried
For our brothers and sisters who've died
Over four hundred years
has washed away our fears
And strengthened our pride
Now we turn back the tide

We will no longer hear your command
We will seize the control from your hands
We will fan the flame
of our anger and pain
And you'll feel the shame
For what you do in God's name

We will fight for the right to be free
We will build our own society
And we will sing, we will sing
We will sing our own song

When the ancient drum rhythms ring
The voice of our forefathers sing
Forward Africa run
Our day of freedom has come
For me and for you
Amandla Awethu

We will fight for the right to be free
We will build our own society
We will sing, we will sing
We will sing our own song