When you think you know what you want
But you don't have what you want
And you blame people who have what you want
They've taken what you have
They have things on a plate
And you don't have what you want
And you want what you need, nothing more
But you blame people for taking what you have
And you think they have it on a plate
And all you have is what you think
Then you think well, what shall I do
What shall I say what shall I do
What shall I say who are they?
What do they want? This is my place, my land
My friends, my hands, my love, my life
I don't need others here
I don't want others here what shall I do
You don't think they're human
You don't think they're right
You don't think they've got a point of view
You don't think they suffer too
You don't understand their language
What they feel they what they feel
They what they feel they want
You all might be similar but that don't mean
To you you just think "well, hey guys
You got your own place
It might be a war zone
It might be in the sand
It might be underwater
But that's where you're going and
That's where you oughtta be not here
Not here not here
Not here not here"
What shall I do what shall I do
What shall I do what shall I say

I don't get it i don't want it
I just want my country

What shall I do what shall I say

If you can't survive where you are
You shouldn't come here, look around
And think this is the place where you
Can find a new life because here
I got a life here that's good
And the more people that come and
Take a piece of that life
The less of that life there is for me
The less there is to go round
The less there is for my children, my family
And I want a bit more i need a bit more
I love a bit more i want a bit more
I need a bit more i love a bit more
I want a bit more i need a bit more
I love a bit more i want a bit more
I need a bit more i love a bit more
What shall I do what shall I do
What shall I say

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Writer(s): AYALAH DEBORAH BENTOVIM, ROLLO ARMSTRONG