Ode To The Dudes ( … That Own Their Own Nukes)

They won’t let us live on the beaches
They won’t let us live in the trees
The bastards just lock us in stables
And sell one another the keys

I was born to this planet, alive and unarmed
I was thrown into structures more easily farmed
With doctors and lawyers ‘n’ labourers ‘n’ sheep
‘N’ cattle and businessmen, all in a heap

On the planet I’m born on the bastards ‘ll tell ya
That slavery’s banned, while they package and sell ya
They won’t let us live on the beaches ‘n’ trees
While they breakfast at Maxim’s and brunch in Los Angeles

They won’t let us live on the beaches
They won’t let us live in the trees
They won’t let us work out our own lives
They wont fuck’n leave us in peace.