Fifty In Five song by Hilltop Hoods from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Aussie Hip-Hop, Rap, Australia music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Fifty In Five Meaning
| [[Verse] Terror cleared the skyline and anger clouded judgement So they spent a thousand nighttimes in the desert fighting something That they couldn’t find, that made it something that they couldn’t fight Left us lamenting all the wrongs that they couldn’t right This is for the second time, we’ve been here before From Vietnam to Saddam, we always needin’ a war Neo-conservatives rose up like Viet Cong Their fingers on the trigger, we won’t be here for long They killed MLK and they named a day after him They killed JFK and named an airport after him Some guy shot a monster called Reagan so he could bone A girl named Jodie Foster, if only he’d known We tested nukes in the atmosphere, the sea and the dirt And they tested all these missiles just to see if they worked Now France got ’em, Russia got ’em, India and Pakistan Korea want ’em, States want ’em pointed at the Taliban Iran and Afghanistan, sands of the Arab lands Orders from portable commands in armoured caravans Internet, 3G cellular phones Serial killers built mini-cells in their homes And we had Manson, Bundy, Gacy, Son of Sam Macarena, Superman, Chicken Dance, Running Man Generation X and Generation Y And the generation next will degenerate and die ‘Cause we got holes in the Ozone that we put there ourselves Now the poles are a no-go, earth’s cooking itself And we can’t look at ourselves so we got saline, Botox Eighteen, fake tits, nineteen, detox Don’t stop, get it, get it, can’t afford it? Get it credit Buy it, spend it, try it, getting fat? Then you better shed it Ab Swing, Blublocker, 2Pac or Biggie East coast, West coast, Fat Joe or 50 Thatcher the shifty Iron Lady, Tony Blair A princess died, some say ’cause she got Dodi there Whitlam, Keating, Hawke, and a promise Of no children in poverty, wish that could have been honest We had Abbott and Costello, right wing overlords Promises and children, they threw ’em both overboard Overwrought refugees thrown to a group home Or jailed for the crime of looking for a new home Elvis died, Hendrix died, Lennon died, genocide In Africa, Serbia, Cambodia, pesticides Bio-toxins, chemical warfare All’s fair in love and war, more work for the pallbearer More terror, more unjust search and seizures A tidal wave came and claimed the coast of Indonesia Quakes in Iran, Japan and California Greenhouse gas turned the world into a sauna The trauma of mortars, martyrs, slaughters Of partners, mourners, fathers and daughters They chased us, caught us, numbered us to sort us Raped us, scorned us, to break us they bought us Third world kidneys for captains of industry Uprising in the street, corruption in the ministry A blowjob brought about the fall of a dynasty And MP3s saw the fall of an industry Doubled population, halved accommodation Carved up resources and we starved the poorer nations Beirut, Chechnya, all hell broke loose Berlin, nineteen-eighty-nine man, the wall fell Cold war ended but that didn’t stop more shells Waco lit up the sky like burnin’ oil wells A world laid waste with addiction Tell Orwell truth’s always stranger than fiction Big Brother’s on closed circuit TV and on cable Reality’s now scripted, celebrities for sale Jeopardy and jail, seized, deposed Remedies and penalties for failed CEOs We had the Enron collapse and white-collar crime Investors they were taxed a dollar for a dime The blue chip companies and blue-sky mines We no longer choose sides, we choose sidelines Rich bleeding the kind, blind leading the blind And history repeats, no competing with time Gasses eating the minds of the vets that they bring home The plague of Agent Orange, Gulf War syndrome Soldiers sent home, post-traumatic stress leave STDs ’cause the sleeve ain’t sexy AIDS shook the eighties, grim reaper with a bowling ball Metallica “Kill ‘Em All”, let God scold ’em all The Guildford Four, Chicago Seven Mumia, Mandela, Ocean’s Eleven Half past twelve on Friday the Thirteenth Dawn of the Dead, A Nightmare on Elm Street Weapons free environment, war zone, phone home Melanoma grow as we soak in the ozone Home-grown, Hydro, cocaine, Nitro Werewolf in London, American Psycho Check, cyclones, bushfires, Bush firing scuds Baby boomers, Woodstock, what happened to the love? What happened to the cubs? They fed ’em to the wolves Set a trial for paedophiles, they let ’em in the schools Set ’em on the students, turned ’em on the kids And everyone responsible should burn for what they did And if they try to deny then an eye for an eye The government and church on which we try to rely Both rob us till it hurts chasing lie after lie Like astronauts chasin’ a pie in the sky They landed on the moon but can’t seem to return there Makes some question if they ever really were there And if they were there now and they looked back Could we look them in the eye, could we look back? ‘Cause when we look back at what we have done Can you believe what we have become? , [Outro] And as we walk into the sun Can you believe what we have become? As we walk into the sun [Produced by Suffa]] |
