Sofa activism

Never been a great fan of Faithless, but then again I never really listened to their lyrics either. Well, I did today and I can't say that I didn't appreciate what I heard. While perhaps less relevant than when released in early 2004, to me this song still gives a fairly harsh but valid message. So hereunder you find the lyrics of the song that was playing on my iPod today: Mass Destruction. Above, the music video. Enjoy!

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My dad came into my room holding his hat,
I knew he was leaving,
He sat on my bed told me some facts. Son,
I have a duty, calling on me.
You and your sister - be brave my little soldier.
And don't forget all I told you.
You're the mister of the house now remember this,
And when you wake up in the morning give your momma a kiss.
Then I had to say goodbye,
In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid.

Even though I'm only a kid,
Certain things can't be hid.

Momma grabbed me,
Held me like I was made of gold,
But left her inner stories untold.
I said, momma it will be alright,
When daddy comes home, tonight.

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber,
A wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction.
Whether the Soaraway Sun or BBC 1,
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct.
You could be Caucasian or a poor Asian,
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction.
Whether inflation or globalization,
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction.
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone,
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction.
We need to find courage, overcome,
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction.

The skin under my chin is exploding again.
I'm getting stress from some other children,
I'm holding it in.
We're taking sides like a politician.
And if I get friction we get to fighting.
I'll defend my dad he's the best of all men,
and whatever he's doing he's doing the right thing.
It's frightening, but it makes me mad,
Why do all of these people seem to hate my dad?
And if that ain't enough now i get these spots.
I go to sleep every night with my stomache in knots.
And what's more, i can hear momma next door,
Explore the radio for reports of war.
And all we ever seem to do is hide the tears.
Seems like daddy's been gone for years.
But he was right, now i'm geared up for the fight,
and he would be proud of me.

If my daddy came home tonight.

My story stops here, lets be clear.
This scenario is happening everywhere.
And you ain't going to nirvana or far-vana,
you're coming right back here to live out your karma.
With even more drama than previously, seriously.
Just how many centuries have we been,
waiting for someone else to make us free?
And we refuse to see,
that people overseas suffer just like we:
Bad leadership and ego's unfettered and free,
Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead.
I don't need good people to pray and wait,
For the lord to make it all straight.
There's only now, do it right,
'Cos I don't want your daddy, leaving home tonight.