LIFE! ... We have all been livin' in a lie
Makin' money for the man 'till the day that we die
Mind-controlled by democracy
But you're still a fuckin' slave to the royalty
You can't buy peace of mind in a fuckin' store
You could do with less but you all want more
My eyes are open and I can see
They can steal the land but my spirit is free

(- Economic crisis)
Well it might fool you but it don't fool me.
(- War on drugs)
They can steal the land but my spirit is free.
(- International terrorism)
Well it might fool you but it don't fool me.
(- Yes we can)
They can take my cash but they can't take me.

DEATH! ... Are you ready to die?
To make the fat cats rich and support the lie
Governmental games of war
Ronald McDonald's keeping score
All'o that shit don't mean a fuckin' thing
'Cause I still stand and I still sing
Democracy, plutocracy
Well it might fool you but it don't fool me

'Cause I'm a native crazy man
I hold my freedom in my hand
I'm a dreamer, I'm a shaman
I'm connected to the land.

They can't tell me what to do.
They can't tell me what to say.
They can't tell me what to smoke.
They can't tell me what to play.

I don't need no one's permission
to live my life 'cause that's been given
Now I'm the pope of paganism
Putting the fun back in the fundamentalism
So if you need someone's permission
To live your life just like you wanna
You have it, here, I give it to you
Along with this fat bag of marijuana.

Wouldn't it be great if there was a war and nobody came?
(- Peace man)
'Cause we're too busy to make love to play their insane game.
They just wanna work you to death and say "Arbeit macht frei"!
Well, fuck them and fuck their rules and we'll just dance until we die!

Storm winds blow on the golden barley
Birds lie dead on the fields of Athenry
I'll stand strong while you stand besides me
Take my hand and we'll dance until we die!

(storm winds blow on the golden barley)
LIFE! ... We have all been livin' in a lie
Makin' money for the man 'till the day that we die
(birds lie dead on the fields of Athenry)
Mind-controlled by democracy
But you're still a fuckin' slave to the royalty
(i'll stand strong while you stand besides me)
You can't buy peace of mind in a fuckin' store
You could do with less but you all want more
(Take my hand and we'll dance until we die!)
My eyes are open and I can see
They can steal the land but my spirit is free

(storm winds blow on the golden barley)
DEATH! ... Are you ready to die?
To make the fat cats rich and support the lie
(birds lie dead on the fields of Athenry)
Governmental games of war
Ronald McDonald's keeping score
(i'll stand strong while you stand besides me)
All'o that shit don't mean a fuckin' thing
'Cause I still stand and I still sing
(Take my hand and we'll dance until we die!)
Democracy, plutocracy
Well it might fool you but it don't fool me

Dance!
So I'm gonna dance!
Dance!
Dance until we die!
Dance!
C'mon dance!
Dance until we die!