Jordan Miché - Control [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Welcome to Hollywood
Where religion is a tool
They burnt books in school
Now they make the rules

We got people in the streets
Smoking dust on foils
While we arm our children to the teeth
To battle for oil
Overseas

Mr. President
Please
We’re sick and tired of politicians
Wasting tax money G’s

Instead of funding NASA
Let’s cure disease
Instead of sealing them in jars
In order to leak
To other countries

Biological warfare is psycho

Instead of skipping in the streets
Children cough up their teeth
With pot bellies

Fighting with machetes
Over a factory job
Owned at Wal-Mart
For three pennies an hour

Goddamn

Sweat shop labor was condoned by Uncle Sam

Oh
I’d like to thank you
For nothing at all
I can’t wait
For the system to fall

Its only a matter of time
Before they synchronize the keys
1-2-3

Arms get chopped
As the bombs get dropped
The men in power love gunpowder
And cocaine

Politicians
They’re worse than deacons
Parading little girls and boys
Around on leashes

Pray to God
They don’t get diseases
Turn the other cheek
Or spend eternity burning

Or even worse
Spend a lifetime in a cell
And to the Republic
Burn in hell

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Welcome to Hollywood
Where religion is a tool
They burnt books in school
Now they make the rules

We got people in the streets
Smoking dust on foils
While we arm our children to the teeth
To battle for oil
Overseas

Mr. President
Please
We’re sick and tired of politicians
Wasting tax money G’s

Instead of funding NASA
Let’s cure disease
Instead of sealing them in jars
In order to leak
To other countries

Biological warfare is psycho

Instead of skipping in the streets
Children cough up their teeth
With pot bellies

Fighting with machetes
Over a factory job
Owned at Wal-Mart
For three pennies an hour

Goddamn

Sweat shop labor was condoned by Uncle Sam

A man of God
Ate a dog of ‘Nam
In ‘67

There’s a church of Satan
Says there is no Heaven

Nowadays
We’re just children in factories sweating
All so Americans can keep on driving Chevy’s

9 to 5
White slave ‘til I die
Eye to eye
With the eye
In the sky

In a suit and tie
Same flies
Different cow pie
Insanity dangles

Dragging this clock
From the ball and chain
Around my ankles

While the rich and famous stare
Drunk in lawn chairs
While I’m pulling out my hair

My boss got a promotion
I got laid off
Because of pay cuts

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Who’s got the right
Who’s got the power to fight
If we ain’t got your back
Who’s in control?

Welcome to Hollywood
Where religion is a tool
They burnt books in school
Now they make the rules

We got people in the streets
Smoking dust on foils
While we arm our children to the teeth
To battle for oil
Overseas

Mr. President
Please
We’re sick and tired of politicians
Wasting tax money G’s

Instead of funding NASA
Let’s cure disease
Instead of sealing them in jars
In order to leak
To other countries

Biological warfare is psycho

Instead of skipping in the streets
Children cough up their teeth
With pot bellies

Fighting with machetes
Over a factory job
Owned at Wal-Mart
For three pennies an hour

Goddamn

Sweat shop labor was condoned by Uncle Sam