New Model Army - Brother Lyrics
It's been a long dry season in tinderbox townAnd the ghetto cars go cruising up and down and round and roundWith tinted windows and the screech of tiresPoverty likes to ride in the best disguiseThe boys get bored, set fire to the sheds at the end of my streetThe thick black smoke rises up into the duskSirens scream out across the hillsTurn into the close as the boys all swagger.I've got no quarrel with you brotherBut the war is getting closerDown at the Union there we stoodAnd embraced like brothers shouldThe fire catches when your back is turnedAnd now we watch as the city burnsAnd now we watch as the city burnsWe used to joke about the colour of our skinsWe used to joke about the names of GodBut now the racist cops come roundPut your cousin up against the wallA little crowd gathers round and takes up sidesThe white trash come out of their doorways and mutterThere's a macho stand off with sullen faces all aroundAnd all the middle ground is washing awayAnd no one really wants it there anywayIt's a time of pack dogs brotherAnd the war's getting closerDown at the Union there we stoodAnd embraced like brothers shouldThe fire catches when your back is turnedAnd now we watch as the city burnsAnd now we watch as the city burnsAnd I, I accuse you, you want so muchBut you give nothing of yourselfAnd I, I believe you, you want so muchBut you keep nothing of yourself
