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lowkey - free assange (acoustic version) lyrics

[intro + radio transcript]
he was right in front of the (?)
uh… about there… one o’clock
haven’t seen anything since then, um
(just f+ckin’… once you see him just open him up)
(i see your (?) got about uh… four humvees
right along this, uh…)
(get flare)
all right, firing
(go on, shoot
light ’em all up
come on fire!)
ok, roger
(good shooting, good shooting)
all right, we just engaged all these individuals
[verse 1]
imagine a world where criminals are worshipped
and it’s the innocent they’re filling up the earth with
those that exposed them in literal internment
judges working with murderers who’re giving them the verdict
if blair was in jail, there in a cell
punished for his war crimes would he be wearing it well?
instead he’s on the news without a care in the world
pontificating about ideas he can sell
what if your crimes were reflected in your face
would they waste time on george bush and his portrait?
assange exposed the info for your sake
for our sake, now they drag him through this court case
they don’t fight fair, the enemy’s quite clear
they wanna give him a hundred and seventy+five years
many dead for ideas, if heaven could cry tears
forever the war on terror would threaten your nightmares
steal babies nappies, yeah, they did that thing
tell that liar pompeo we should kidnap him
tell that pimp sit back with his big, fat grin
his signature can k!ll people + does it impact him?
they want songs, i can’t make a happy, clappy one
they don’t want real journalists, there can be none
we gave sp+ce to the murderers, what have we done?
cia agent, british soil, k!lled harry dunn
[hook + mai khalil (& lowkey)]
the poor get bullets and the bombers get medals
(contracts for the rich and a cell for the rebels)
the poor get bullets and the bombers get medals
(contracts for the rich and a cell for the rebels)
the poor get bullets and the bombers get medals
(contracts for the rich and a cell for the rebels)
the poor get bullets and the bombers get medals
(contracts for the rich and a cell for the rebels)

[post+hook + mai khalil & lowkey]
your walls are falling, your walls are falling down
your wars are falling, your walls are falling down
the dead are calling, the dead are calling now
they want their justice, they want justice now

[verse 2]
just another day in these colonised isles
spying on lawyers meetings, a compromised trial
bombers ride wild, there’s a homicidal smile
on the face of the agent spreading hollow lies and bile
story ’bout the cia you’ll never spot in films
’bout a person and a journalist they wanna k!ll
the launched a war + to the public, still wasn’t real
’till he revealed the horror spilled in a foreign field
hanging in his cell, they tied the rope
it’s not a war against a person, it’s your right to know
plant cameras and microphones in the tightest zones
‘cos these psychos tried to hone their mind control
cameras in the toilets, yeah, they did that too
throw the case out of court, they just have to
hope to murder him in london, yeah they made that plan
the british can do the shooting, they won’t save that man
they gamble with the angles but the scandal won’t fade
totalitarian democrats, have it both ways
seven years in the embassy, a man that won’t cave
who told us they locked children in guantanamo bay
first casualty of war + we were armed with the truth
despite the carnage we aren’t gunna move
every time you see the face of assange on the news
remember it’s not him, the real target is you!
[hook + mai khalil (& lowkey)]
the poor get bullets and the bombers get medals
(contracts for the rich and a cell for the rebels)
the poor get bullets and the bombers get medals
(contracts for the rich and a cell for the rebels)
the poor get bullets and the bombers get medals
(contracts for the rich and a cell for the rebels)
the poor get bullets and the bombers get medals
(contracts for the rich and a cell for the rebels)

[post+hook + mai khalil & lowkey]
your walls are falling, your walls are falling down
your walls are falling, your walls are falling down
the dead are calling, the dead are calling now
they want their justice, they want justice now
your walls are falling, your walls are falling down
your walls are falling, your walls are falling down
the dead are calling, the dead are calling now
they want their justice, they want justice now

[outro + julian assange]
people often ask, what can i do?
the answer is not so difficult
learn how the world works!
challenge the statements and intentions
of those who seek to control us behind a façade
of “democracy” and “monarchy”
unite in common purpose, and common principle
to design, build, document, finance and defend
learn, challenge, act + now!
(applause)

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