Don't move a muscle, stay exactly where you are

They took my friend
They cuffed his wrists
They beat him in their van

He hadn't done a thing
But when they came, of course he ran
And they pursued

And they were rude
And he said nothing
He bit his lip

'Cause If you speak, you'll feel their feet
But if you don't
You'll still get hit

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking
When I take you by the hand?

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking?

They want me bad, now bad I'll be
They keep me poor
They make me sick

They feed me with desires for
Things that I don't need or want
Stick their needles in my arms
Expensive things I can't afford
They show me rooms furnished with gold
And then they close the doors

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking
When I take you by the hand?

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking?

I'm the child of the gimme more nation
When they want something
They launch an occupation

They plunder and they pillage
They call it liberation
They're bombing and maiming
Stealing and taking

But they lock me up
They paint me a demon
For trying to do right by my beautiful children
They're killing for money
They're crippling countries
They're just doing it all beneath a flag that says
Freedom

Now, what's the matter with you?
You're lying if you think
That my pain isn't your pain
Because when I'm hit, you flinch

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking?

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Daniel De Mussenden Carey, Kate Tempest