Second Cell - Mud Sun

So then what happened?

Baba turned whisperer

Contributed his chorus then prostituted his literature

Hey, we fell out because I thought the revolution was a metaphor

And you were looking for an excuse to start a civil war

That’s what you thought

That’s why every time we did a tour

You slipped off shagging women

While I went and talked with the poor

Every port we stopped at

I sought out what you never saw

Too boozed to understand my views

So convinced of yours

Well one of us had to have fun

You were too puritan

Up on your high horse

Working with the poor and loyal to your girlfriend

Too bad your glass was half-filled

With your middle class guilt

And your socialist social analysis

Drove you to total paralysis

And gave you awkward nerves

You were awesome with words

And you made hot products

But you hated entrepreneurs

My actions were as strong as my verse

And you, so fond of dissing hypocrites

Talked injustice but didn’t do shit to limit it

Money was motive for you

For me it was coincidence

I couldn’t see what we did as column inches

Wait

So the only difference between us is your pathos?

Money is coincidence for you and Bill Gates both

You know justice doesn’t flow from your empathetic pains

No shit Sherlock

Anymore from your liberal journo masquerade

But money doesn’t mind where it’s made right?

Your struggle’s a play fight

And yours is a performance with double the stage fright

You know, every rebel commander’s fate

Is to go from Che Guevera to Alexander the Great

Revolutions are where dictators incubate

And you’re still fiending for center stage

And you’re still keeping me entertained

Baba it’s laughable

I never needed to take a commanders role

Okay, Castro

That’s so typically narrow

All I had to do was remind people to answer back

But you wouldn’t understand that

Cause strong people don’t need strong leaders

And it seems they didn’t need much reminder either

Look, our time is nearly up man

Let’s get back to the questioning

Forget about the past and just try to act professionally

I have to know

Did you get trapped intentionally?

What’s this meant to be?

Is it a publicity stunt

To promote your cause with broken laws

Is this what you want?

Mate

I saved your life twice

In France, remember

I pulled you free from knife fights

Right, right

You had my back before we fell out

But you never had respect

Cause you thought I was a sell out

I thought we could have done more

That’s all

To tell them our vision

Our vision

What the hell am I thinking?

Your vision?

Your need to defeat the system

Which is just a validation

Of your distorted version of realism

Everywhere I look

I see people making free decisions

Everywhere you look, man

All you see is victims