​grandson WHO’S THE ENEMY

Tekst piosenki

[Verse 1: grandson]
(Who’s the enemy?)
Is it the boy throwing rocks after they took everything that he got?
(Who’s the enemy?)
Is it the boy caught or is it the system leaving a little boy shot?
(Who’s the enemy?)
Is it the boy that changed his identity, got told it’s a felony?
(Who’s the enemy?)

[Pre-Chorus: grandson]
Oh, I think I know
I’ll sit my ass down when that flag gets flown
'Cause I know
Yes, I know

[Chorus: grandson]
You’re the enemy
You’re the criminal
Not the victim
Unforgivable, unforgivable
You’re the enemy
You’re the criminal
Not the victim
Unforgivable, unforgivable (Who’s the enemy?)

[Verse 2: grandson]
Is it the color of his skin or is it the tax bracket he’s in?
Is it the immigrant soul or the policy at home that’s takin’ it’s toll? (Who’s the enemy?)
Is it radicalized men or the country that colonized them?
Is it the hustler or is it the system that’s bringing them customers (Who’s the enemy?)
Who survives long enough to decide the right side of history?
Who provides policy that divides with more pain and misery? (Who’s the enemy?)

[Pre-Chorus: grandson]
I think I know
I’ll sit my ass down when that flag gets flown
'Cause I know
Yes, I know

[Chorus: grandson]
You’re the enemy
You’re the criminal
Not the victim
Unforgivable, unforgivable
You’re the enemy
You’re the criminal
Not the victim
Unforgivable, unforgivable (Who’s the enemy?)
(Who’s the enemy?)
(Who’s the enemy?)

[Bridge: grandson]
Left and right, it’s all the same
It’s all the same
It will never, never change
Dropping bombs and making money
Making money
Dropping bombs and making money

[Outro: Bob Vylan & grandson]
My brother said they came and carved a line into the land
Packed up the oil, let him figure where he’d stand
The place was left in ruins so some packed up and ran
People of the sun labeled people of the sand (Who’s the enemy?)
Whose life if they had a price would be cheaper than a man
With fair skin and blonde hair, yeah, you understand?
It wasn’t fair when they took the life out of our hands
And rinsed our resources to meet their demands
And we arrive on the shore in a cold world
Built off the backs of those from the old world
Still labeled a threat
Homeland driven with debt
But the enemy we faced hasn’t killed us yet