You make more money, that’s the aim of the game
but when all is said and done you know our needs are still the same
A little food, a little love, a little shelter from a storm
and yet you still convince our sons they need to go on fighting wars
I want to spend my money on milk and honey
not bombs to drop on my brothers and sisters
You with the power, with your turn up on the throne
could put an end to exploitation, could put right what’s gone so wrong
We’re from the earth and it can take care of us all
but you only see the dollar, keep on counting while we fall
I want to spend my days in the forests and the bays
not concrete slums, working for the system
What kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life
What kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life
do you want to live?
I’ve got the feeling that the worst is yet to come
we cannot run nor can we hide, no, from all that man has done
this country is not ours, this land belongs to none
and yet you try and stop those desperate for a home from finding one
I want to spend more time sharing songs and understanding,
not locking up my brothers and sisters
What kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life
What kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life
What kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life
What kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life
do you want to live?
This duo, a potent mixture of Warwick Hargreaves’s mesmerising, intricate guitar work and Tina Fullerton’s groove laden
double-bass and silky vocals has enchanted audiences worldwide.