Tension
In struggle for self determination
Progress and change must soon be seen
The pain endured
Though you haven't heard a word
Of truth from corrupt authorities
People say what
People like
But when the tension burn it's like
Dynamite
We've had oppression
And mass manipulation
The censorship of soul's a tragedy
No more sleepless nights
Just for the civil rights
Of expressing our own identities
People say what
People like
And when the tension burn it's like
Dynamite
So think of Seamus Heany
Won't make you feel alone
O'Faolain Joyce and Macken
Digging for our souls
So think of Seamus Heany
Won't make you feel alone
O'Faolain Joyce and Macken
Digging for our souls
People say what
People like
But when the tension burn it's like
Dynamite
Suppressive midget minds creating
A bankruptcy of hate against belief
But we're making giant strides
Of knowledge love and pride
Resilience of spirit still remains
People say what
People like
But when the tension burn it's like
Dynamite
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing