They took my friend
They cuffed his wrists
They beat him in the van

He hadn't done a thing
But when they came, he ran
and they pursued
And they were rude
And he said nothing,
He bit his lip

If you speak, you'll feel their feet
But if you don't
You'll still get hit

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
I can feel you shaking
When I take you by the hand

Tell me. What's the matter,
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking
when I take you by the hand?

They want me bad, now bad I'll be
They keep me poor
They make me sick

They feed me with desires for
Things that I don't need that stick
Their needles in my arms

Expensive things I can't afford
They show me rooms furnished with gold
And then they close the doors

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
I can feel you shaking
When I take you by the hand

Please tell me,
What's the matter,
My lovely brown eyed man?

I'm the child of the gimme-more nation
When they want something,
They launch an occupation

They plunder and pillage
and they say that they're saving
They're bombing and maiming

They're taking and taking

But they lock me up,
and they paint me a demon
for trying to feed
my screaming children
while they're killing for money
and they're crippling countries
and they're doing it all
beneath a flag saying

Freedom.

now, what's the matter with you?
you're lying if you think
that my pain isn't your pain
'Cause when I'm hit you flinch

What's the matter with you,
my lovely brown eyed man?
how come I can feel you shaking
when I take you by the hand?

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