What About Me?

You poisoned my sweet water

You cut down my green trees

The food you fed my children

Was the cause of their disease

My world is slowly fallin' down

And the air's not good to breathe

And those of us who care enough

We have to do something

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

I work in your factory

I study in your schools

I fill your penitentiaries

And your military too

And I feel the future trembling

As the word is passed around

"If you stand up for what you do believe

Be prepared to be shot down"

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

Your newspapers, they just put you on

They never tell you the whole story

They just put your young ideas down

I was wonderin' could this be the end

Of their pride and glory?

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

And I feel like a stranger

In the land where I was born

And I live like an outlaw

And I'm always on the run

And I'm always getting busted

And I got to take a stand

It appears the revolution

Must be mighty close at hand

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

I smoke marijuana

But I can't get behind your wall

And most of what I do believe

Is against most of your laws

I'm a fugitive from injustice

But I'm goin' to be free

'Cause your rules and regulations

They don't do the thing for me

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

Oh, oh, what you gonna do about me?

And I feel like a stranger

In the land where I was born

And I live like an outlaw

And I'm always on the run

And I feel the future trembling

But my time will come around

You keep adding to my numbers

As you shoot my people down

Oh, what you gonna do about me

Oh, what you gonna do about me

• Artist:Quicksilver Messenger Service
• Album:What About Me (1970)