What do 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 your blame People are taking what you have And you think they have it on a plate And all you have is what you make 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 want What you want might be similar But that don't mean f*** 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 ought to be Not here 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 do? What shall I say? What shall I do? What shall I do? What shall I say? If you can't survive where you are You shouldn't come here And look around and think this is the place Where you can find a new life Because, yeah, 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 around 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 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 And 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? What shall I do?