What About Me

You poisoned my sweet water.

You cut down my green trees.

The food you fed my children

Was the cause of their disease.

My world is slowly fallin' down

And the airs not good to breathe.

And those of us who care enough,

We have to do something.......

Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?

Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?

Your newspapers,

They just put you on.

They never tell you

The whole story.

They just put your

Young ideas down.

I was wonderin' could this be the end

Of your pride and glory?

I work in your factory.

I study in your schools.

I fill your penitentiaries.

And your military too!

And I feel the future trembling,

As the word is passed around.

"If you stand up for what you do believe,

Be prepared to be shot down."

And I feel like a stranger

In the land where I was born

And I live like an outlaw.

An' I'm always on the run...

An I'm always getting busted

And I got to take a stand....

I believe the revolution

Must be mighty close at hand...

I smoke marijuana

But I can't get behind your wars.

And most of what I do believe

Is against most of your laws

I'm a fugitive from injustice

But I'm goin' to be free.

Cause your rules and regulations

They don't do the thing for me

And I feel like a stranger

In the land where I was born

And I live just like an outlaw.

An' I'm always on the run.