ok, lets pretend we are song writers, or we are song writers, and REM is going to evaluate the song we write for a future album.i will put mine here.send me yours, let me see............
criminal, miminal, subliminal
the rented home, comes under invasion
two seconds of hate sensation
people, across, the nation
possessions are strewn and taken
what are we gonna do about it?
can we lend a hand?
we cant sit still and allow it
we all own the land
its a given
your better off in prison
than some middle class transformed hell
we get you do
need what we threw
away
the day the constitution fell
brings a better day
its a given
what a misscommunication
lovin everyday
what a miss you not sensation
no food for you on the plate
what a way
to say hey
what a driven mind
to be left behind
i get mine
but where is yours
for the seed of hate
theres no cure
turn back before its too late
its a given
we need not your children
theres no feelin
from the people on the hill
get a life, get a wife
call me boss tonight
its a given this aint right
takes all our thought and might
its a given
we dont need this
we can see this
have to be on the list
give me your kiss
i wanna know
where people go
when they want to show
what they have stole
we need to know it
come on and show it
its a given
lifes a prison
slanted system
we dont miss em
its a given night and day
we all love to hate
its a given
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem