| You poison my sweet waters; |
| you chop down my green trees
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| And the food you feed my children is the cause of that ill disease
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| My world is slowly falling down and the air is not fit to breathe
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| And those of us who care enough, we have to do something
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| Oh, what you gonna do about me Oh, what you gonna do about me Your newspapers — they just put you on They never tell you the whole story
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| They just put your young ideas down
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| I was wondering if this was the end of their pride and glory?
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| Oh, what you gonna do about me Oh, what you gonna do about me I work in your factories and I study in your schools
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| I fill your penitentiaries and your military too
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| I can feel the future trembling as the word is passed around
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| If you stick up for what you do believe in, be prepared to be shot down
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| Oh, what you gonna do about me Oh, what you gonna do about me I feel just like a stranger in the land where I was born
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| And I live just like an outlaw; |
| I’m always on the run
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| Always on the run, they got me always on the run
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| Oh, your soldiers smoke marijuana, you can’t put them behind your walls
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| Because most of what you taught them to do is against most of your laws
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| We’re all fugitives from injustice now but we’re going to be free
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| Because your rules and regulations don’t do the things for me.
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| Oh, what you gonna do about me Oh, what you gonna do about me You may be the stronger now, but my time will come around
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| You keep adding to my numbers as you shoot my people down
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| I can feel the future trembling as the word is passed around
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| We are going to stick up for what we do believe in, and we’re prepared to be shot down
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| Oh, what you gonna do about me Oh, what you gonna do about me I feel just like a stranger in the land where I was born
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| And I live just like an outlaw; |
| I’m always on the run
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| Always on the run, they got me always on the run |