Social Insecurity

(album: A Weapon Called The Word - 1990)

Well, it's another social worker
In his government disguise
Sitting behind his bullet-proof glass
Trying to tell me 'bout my rights

And I don't like the way that he's
Asking me these questions
I can read between the lines
And I don't think that I can trust you
With the story of my life

Another communication
That will bring you to your knees
The genocidal maniacs
They're doing just what they please

We've gotta move these mountains
'Cause they're standing in the way
If it's in the name of progress, oh yeah
We can make it pay for our

Social insecurity
They'll try to take my history
Away from me
Social insecurity don't look at me
They'll try to take my life

Well, it never seems so tragic now
As the dawn breaks into day
But they're staring at the tower block
Where the green field once laid

All the mighty rivers are full of
Factory decay
Is this just some small price that you have
Learned to pay for your

Social insecurity
They'll try to take my history
Away from me
Social insecurity don't look at me
They'll try to take my life

This is your democracy
This is your bureaucracy
Well, I call it damned hypocrisy
If you'll ask me
I'll tell you 'bout your life