No visions of a future, can’t see ahead
Twenty six more cents per litre, no money for bread
So we take from here and borrow from there
So much tension in this house, poppa losing his hair
Flash back to a time when it was all simple, so long ago
All these costs seem to affect you and me, you know the “average joe”
Yeah twenty six more cents per litre just to make a living
It costs more to eat than to buy a gun, that’s the world we’re living in!
So let us all wake up and go slave away, today!!
Lives being run by GM’s and C.E.O’s telling you to go or to stay
A puppet on a string or an actor on life’s big stage
Are we really in control of our days or is someone else writing this play?
Twenty six more cents per litre, my friend I tell you that we’re broke
Now I ponder, should I grab a pick n pay cola? I can’t even afford a coke
Yeah twenty six more cents a litre, the difference is becoming very clear
Lower and middle class on this side, the powerful elites over there
The cost of freedom increases every single day and week
They play golf and live in mansions while the prices continue to peek
Corporates lining their pockets by making it difficult to live
These chains of bondage making it difficult to even breathe
Metaphorical chains enslaving us as a people mentally
Distracting us with video games, tv and that little but popular BlackBerry
Twenty-six more cents per litre, all we can do is just fill up
Twenty-six more cents per litre, by end of the year we’ll all be bankrupt