Brown Eyed Man

Don't move a muscle, stay exactly where you are They took my friend, they cuffed his wrists They beat him in their van, he hadn't done a thing But when they came, of course, he ran And they pursued and they were rude And he said nothing, he bit his lip 'Cause if you speak, you'll feel their feet But if you don't, you'll still get hit What's the matter with you My lovely brown eyed man? How come I can feel you shaking When I take you by the hand? What's the matter with you My lovely brown eyed man? How come I can feel you shaking? They want me bad, now bad I'll be They keep me poor, they make me sick They feed me with desires for Things that I don't need or want Stick their needles in my arms Expensive things I can't afford They show me rooms furnished with gold And then they close the doors What's the matter with you My lovely brown eyed man? How come I can feel you shaking When I take you by the hand? What's the matter with you My lovely brown eyed man? How come I can feel you shaking? I'm the child of the gimme-more nation When they want something, they launch an occupation They plunder and they pillage, they call it liberation They're bombing and maiming, stealing and taking But they lock me up, they paint me a demon For trying to do right by my beautiful children They're killing for money, they're crippling countries They're just doing it all beneath a flag that says, freedom Now, what's the matter with you? You're lying if you think That my pain isn't your pain Because when I'm hit, you flinch What's the matter with you My lovely brown eyed man? How come I can feel you shaking?