'This track was written as a 1970s style protest song about Wellington's social/infrastructure/housing ills' (Paul D)
lyrics
Now Mr Mayor, can you explain this scene?
Cos the Mob is in the park, after dark, selling drugs to teens
And Mr Mayor, why can’t you see?
That Courtenay Place, it aint safe, even though I want it to be
Time to stand up, stand up to the man
Cos the power, the power’s in our hands,
Time to stand up, and shout our demands, oh yeah
Cos the power, the power’s in our hands
Mr Mayor, I do declare, we need repairs on every street
Cos there’s too much sewage running under our children’s feet
Dead rats in mouldy flats, you know they can’t pay their rent, oh no
Now Mr Mayor, aint these the things, that you’re supposed to prevent?
Time to stand up, stand up to the man,
Cos the power, the powers in our hands
Time to stand up, and shout our demands, oh yeah
Cos the power, the powers in our hands
Mr Man, what’s your plan? Gonna increase our rates?
Won’t help the patched up, sleeping rough, steal away from their fates
Now Mr Mayor, don’t you think that it’s time for a change? Oh yeah
Cos Mama said, don’t forget, that's something that we can arrange
Time to stand up, stand up to the man,
Cos the power, the powers in our hands,
Time to stand up, and shout our demands, oh yeah
Time to stand up, stand up to the man,
Cos the power, the powers in our hands,
Time to stand up, and shout our demands, oh yeah
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