Paradise of Mine

Second-class citizen in my own country
Your fucking country? What's your country?
Your country is a rich man with five or six houses on your shoulder
Saying immigrants are stealing all of yours
Your country is supplying arms to overseas wars
For the profit of the nation or the profit of the lords?
No thought to the victims of the slaughter
Tighten up borders, normalise talk about 'em drownin' in the water
Your country is alcoholism, heart attacks
A post-bar kebab after a sparring match
Your country is rich cunts fear mongerin'
Beer hunger and near blunderin'
Any conversation 'bout a common enemy
Because the poor are treated as guard dogs for the wealthy
Your country is whatever the media tells you it is
A warring, divided cultural shit tip
Keep your head tucked right under your hood
'Cause the Sun might blind you if you ever look up

And go
Come undress this little paradise of mine
Stay for a while

You're lucky to be here, we're happy to take you
As long as you're exceptional, if not, we'll fucking hate you
Officers, doctors, and business folk
Builders and barbers and councilors
Therapists, bouncers
They'll sharpen up good with a knife in the back
Sex-crazed alcoholic cavemen
That little racist covered in plastic wrap
You're lucky to be here, but you already knew that
Take to the streets, start with the police, stand on your feet
Fuck love, fuck peace, this is freedom of speech
Or so you believe, riot and plea, violence is key
Concerned citizens, patriots, ah, please
To the rich and elite, it's a spectator sport
Had a hand in every single little thing that you thought
Suffer your neighbors, soon as they just get a taste of your blood
To feel the full fucking force of the courts

And go
Come undress this little paradise of mine
Stay for a while

Second-class citizen in my own country
Imagine you're a second-class citizen in somebody else's
When you burn down the mosques and the dust settles
It's like everybody lost and the rich got the better of it
Never fucking blamed it on the leader
You love too much the hand that feeds you, no
So soon does your love make war
Where your blood will be the wine on the teeth of the lords

And go
Come undress this little paradise of mine
Stay for a while
Go ahead and go
Come undress this little paradise of mine
Stay for a while, go