Sour Times

In these sour times

Please allow me to vouch for mine

Bitter taste in my mouth

Spit it out with a rhyme

I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines

Forrest Gate

Sorry mate?

Nah nothing - it's fine

Please allow me to vouch for mine

Bitter taste in my mouth

Spit it out with a rhyme

I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines

Forrest Gate

Sorry mate?

Nah nothing - it's fine

And now its post 7/7, why they callin it that?

They Tryna link it to New York like we're all under attack

From the same big bad guy but it's takin' the piss

'Cause the truth is Al Qaeda doesn't really exist

There ain't no super villain planning these attacks from some base

The truth is so much scarier and harder to face

See there's thousands of angry young men that are lost

Sidelined in the economy, a marginal cost

That think there's no point in putting ballots up in the box

The got no place in this system and no faith in its cogs

They're easy targets to be getting brainwashed by these knobs

Who say that spillin innocent blood is pleasing a god

Well it sounds good when you don't see no justice or jobs

The gas bills are piling up but all the oil's getting robbed

So David's taking out Goliath and his wife and his dog

Segregated, castrated now we'll see who's on top

So see it ain't religious faith that's causin these crimes

It's losing faith in democratic free market designs

It's no coincidence the bombers came from ghettos up north

And the way that Bush and Blair talk gives a lost boy a cause

Then double standards get 'em angered both at home and abroad

There's a monopoly on pens that's why they forge their own swords

The misguided turn violent strap themselves up with bombs

But they're still cowards 'cause they ain't here when the backlash is on

So in these sour times

Please allow me to vouch for mine

Bitter taste in my mouth

Spit it out with a rhyme

I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines

Forrest Gate

Sorry mate?

Nah nothing - it's fine

Please allow me to vouch for mine

Bitter taste in my mouth

Spit it out with a rhyme

I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines

Abu Ghraib, sorry mate?

Nah nothing -it's fine

So all the man's that wanna say

That my religion has to change

That we're stuck in a bygone age

It's time to set the vinyl straight

Don't you think it's kinda strange

That all this terror outrage

These last gasp castaways

These bastards that will blast away

Just turned up in the last decade?

When Islam has been the way

For millions from back in the day

Instead of thinking that were crazed

Investigate just what it says

Fast, help the poor, and pray

Go mecca, be steadfast in faith

That's the basics that's the base

So how did we get here today?

Well interpretations always change

Today they're read with rage

Being jiharded up

Desperation's kinda ******

Makes you use a book of peace

As weapons in a ruck

So listen

Terrorism isn't caused by religion

Or an old school vision of Islam

It's against the Qur'an

And it's a new innovation

Caused by mash up situations

That's what makes them turn to arms

The problem is modern

And it's all local factors

Dictatorships, injustices and wars cause fatwa's

So in these sour times

Please allow me to vouch for mine

Bitter taste in my mouth

Spit it out with a rhyme

I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines

Abu Ghraib, sorry mate?

Nah nothing - it's fine

Please allow me to vouch for mine

Bitter taste in my mouth

I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines

Abu Ghraib, sorry mate?

Nah nothing - it's fine

Please allow me to vouch for mine

Bitter taste in my mouth

Spit it out with a rhyme

I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines