Propagandhi The State-Lottery Lyrics:
Now the real prospects for authentic democracy
depend on something else. They depend on how the
people in the rich and priveliged societies learn
some other lessons. For example the lessons that
are being taught right now like the Mayans in
Chiapas, Mexico. They are among the most
impoverished and oppressed sectors in the
continent. But unlike us they retain a vibrant
tradition of liberty and democracy. A tradition
that we've allowed to slip out of our hands or has
been stolen from us. And unless people here in the
rich and privileged society, unless they can
recapture and revitalize that tradition, the
prospects for democracy are indeed dim. Does it
seem strange to you? The confetti. The balloons.
The mile-wide grins and the victory dance to
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welcome in the heir to a state of (utter and
complete) disrepair? Because it sure seems strange
to me: they're acting like they won the fucking
lottery! I mean, shouldn't they feel terror at the
task that lies ahead: to feed and house the people
that this system's left for dead. And could I have
hit the nail much harder on the head? It's profits
before lives. They are motivated by greed. First
they taught us to depend on their nation-states to
mend our tired minds, our broken bones, our
bleeding limbs. But now they've sold off all the
splints and contracted out the tourniquets and if
we jump through hoops then we might just survive.
Is this what we deserve? To scrub the palace
floors? To fight amongst ourselves? As we scramble
for the crumbs they spit out, frothing at the
mouth about the scapegoats that they've chosen for
us. With every racist pointed finger I can hear
the goose-steps getting closer. They no longer
represent us so is it not our obligation to
confront this tyranny?
Lyrics: The State-Lottery, Propagandhi [end]