Blind Psychics - Misdriven Lyrics

So many people unwilling

We cross our legs in self-defense
What's mine is mine don't cross my fence
Or I'll shoot you
Born into this land so as I understand
I'm to decide who has the right
To be here
And an equal share, as far as I care
Means more for me and less for free
Cos I own it

So many people unwilling

Race to the top, keep an eye on the clock
We'll see who has more when that whore
Stops ticking
Use whatever means, do whatever you please
You reap what you sow, so sow away
The world
You'll live like that Prince, the one who has you convinced
We'll give you a new name, to celebrate you're fame
We'll call you Mammon!

So many people unwilling
So many people misdriven
So many people just living
So many people misgiven

When you get your award, you'll thank your lord
And wish away war, the poor, hunger, and glaciers
And you'll make yourself seen, in a third-world scene
Giving a dime, and an ounce of your precious time

So many people unwilling
So many people misdriven
So many people just living
So many people misgiven

So many people misdriven