Lyrics

Didn’t give my permission
You don’t have the right
You created division
In the songs the south were singing ‘bout late at night
You can call it tradition; a colour sublime
And I make no apology
‘Cos you’re not stopping me, you’re not stopping me

Didn’t give my permission
You don’t have the right
Twisted judicial system - and I don’t know that - you want the best for me? right?
Without fear or compassion
A burnt appetite
And I make no apology
‘Cos you’re not stopping me, you’re not stopping me