BROTHER

Brother where d’you get that silver?

Brother where d’you get that gold?

Brother where did you get everything

that lets you rule my world?

I used to think you were so clever

but now I know the truth

and it really hurts

 

You come to buy my body

you come to buy my mind

you come to buy everything

you need but can’t provide

I thought you were the business

but now the business’s mine

and you think it’s fine

 

I ask you a simple question:

where d’you come from?

where d’you come from?

What did you do yesterday,

how d’you get here?

how d’you get here?

And you can’t say…

 

I remember when you were little

you were always first in line

I used to bring you biscuits

I used to waste your time

I used to think you were the bee’s knees

but now my knees are tired

and you say that I’m fired

 

And you say that he’s a scrub

cos he does not own a car

cos he wastes his time with cats and dogs

and flowers and guitars

you think the world applauds you

you say you’re helping us all

but why do we want to see you fall?

 

We ask you a simple question:

where d’you come from?

where d’you come from?

What did you do yesterday,

how d’you get here?

how d’you get here?

And you can’t say…

BROTHER

I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD PACKS A MEAN LEFT HOOK

 

 

Don’t tell me what to say

Don’t tell me what to do

Don’t tell me that I’m wrong

If I don’t agree                  with you

 

Cos I once lived in a cage

it was so hard to get free

and I might fly in a rage

if you use that tone  on me

 

And if I hear a guy on his phone

trying to lay down the law

putting the pressure on

I want to cross         that floor

 

Sometimes everything’s fine

you don’t mean me no ill

but something that said reminds me

and every part of my body is filled…

 

with the chemical memory

of bustup or bolt

and I am sorry

cos it’s not your fault

 

But I once lived in a cage

it was so hard to get free

and I might fly in a rage

if you use that tone  on me

 

All the girls tell me to man up

see someone bout my hangups

all the boys tell me to drink up

and see         someone new

 

Sometimes everything’s fine

you don’t mean me no ill

but something that said reminds me

and every part of my body is filled…

 

with the chemical memory

of bustup or bolt

and I am sorry

cos it’s not your fault

 

But I once lived in a cage

it was so hard to get free

and I might fly in a rage

if you use that tone  on me

 

You got something to say

my ears never been more open

just let me take it away

and you may see me awoken

 

Sometimes everything’s fine

you don’t mean me no ill

but something that said reminds me

that you took the scratches

and you’re still                  here

I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD PACKS A MEAN LEFT HOOK