There are animals in cages with no room to turn around
being sent off to the slaughter and sold off by the pound
And there are people locked in prisons
where the outcome's much the same
they get death for their convictions
they get numbers for a name..
There are women kept in houses full of mirrors and TV
forced to fear their drunken fathers -and throw up the things they eat
And the same men who grab them -while they're walking down the street
Rip their profits -and their pleasure
from the earth beneath our feet..
Oh,
Have you ever seen the eyes
of a soul that's occupied?
Have you ever had to face
A creature living in a cage?
Have you tasted their flesh
or drank their fear?
Have you ever seen their eyes..
Have you ever seen their eyes..?
There are fences high in Belfast where the working class divides
the priests play with politicians while the poor folks fight and die
and the lower twenty-six you know are also occupied
by sexism and heroin and neoliberal lies
There are children born at checkpoints who throw stones against the tanks
they play games amongst the rubble till the glass in their eyes breaks
and with this concrete wall between them there's no human face at all
another bus is blown to pieces – as the martyr heeds the call
Oh,
Have you ever seen the eyes
of a soul that's occupied?
Do you know what has to die
Just to make the things we buy?
Do you reap the products of their lives?
Have you ever seen their eyes?
Have you ever seen their eyes?
Have you ever seen ..
Can't you see it's all the same?
making profit out of pain
rape and torture are the norm
in prison and factory farms
occupation genocide
out of sight and out of mind
would you still live this life of lies
if you had to look them in the eyes?
Have you ever seen their eyes..
Have you ever seen their eyes..
Have you ever seen their eyes..
being sent off to the slaughter and sold off by the pound
And there are people locked in prisons
where the outcome's much the same
they get death for their convictions
they get numbers for a name..
There are women kept in houses full of mirrors and TV
forced to fear their drunken fathers -and throw up the things they eat
And the same men who grab them -while they're walking down the street
Rip their profits -and their pleasure
from the earth beneath our feet..
Oh,
Have you ever seen the eyes
of a soul that's occupied?
Have you ever had to face
A creature living in a cage?
Have you tasted their flesh
or drank their fear?
Have you ever seen their eyes..
Have you ever seen their eyes..?
There are fences high in Belfast where the working class divides
the priests play with politicians while the poor folks fight and die
and the lower twenty-six you know are also occupied
by sexism and heroin and neoliberal lies
There are children born at checkpoints who throw stones against the tanks
they play games amongst the rubble till the glass in their eyes breaks
and with this concrete wall between them there's no human face at all
another bus is blown to pieces – as the martyr heeds the call
Oh,
Have you ever seen the eyes
of a soul that's occupied?
Do you know what has to die
Just to make the things we buy?
Do you reap the products of their lives?
Have you ever seen their eyes?
Have you ever seen their eyes?
Have you ever seen ..
Can't you see it's all the same?
making profit out of pain
rape and torture are the norm
in prison and factory farms
occupation genocide
out of sight and out of mind
would you still live this life of lies
if you had to look them in the eyes?
Have you ever seen their eyes..
Have you ever seen their eyes..
Have you ever seen their eyes..
inviata da giorgio - 9/12/2012 - 18:30
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Lyrics & Music by Evan Greer
Album: Never Surrender
Their Eyes (featuring Taina Asili)
Evan Greer & Friends
Personnel: Evan - guitar, vocals; Taina Asili - vocals ; Jory Leanza-Carey - bass; Ben Lucal – drums.