To Whom It May Concern 2009

By Lowkey. Inspired by and dedicated to
Adrian Mitchell 24/10/1932 – 20/12/2008

One day I was running from the truth,
To speed me up they gave me these shoes,

So tie my feet with Nike's,
Tell me lies about the 11th of September,

I hungered for knowledge, needed to know the facts,
But it when it came time to feed me, all I got was a Big Mac,

So muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike's,
Tell me lies about Afghanistan,

So burn my eyes with The Sun,
Muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike's,
Tell me lies about Iraq,

That's not white phosphorus being dropped on schools,
Just terrorist's using human shields,
That is not ethnic cleansing, those people chose to be refugee's,
If you ever want to get anywhere in this business,
DO NOT mention the "P word" PLEASE!

So seduce my mind with celebrity,
Burn my eyes with The Sun,
Muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike's,
Tell me lies about Palestine,

It was the planes.
Not controlled demolition,
The BBC didn't report the explosion of Building 7,
20 minutes before hand, on my television,
They found passport's and plane flying manuals belonging to terrorists in the rubble.
That all makes perfect sense,
But why did I lose my voice when my thirst was quenched,

So dissolve my tongue with Coca Cola,
Seduce my brain with celebrity,
Burn my eyes with The Sun,
Muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike's,
Tell me lies about the 11th of September,

Those soldier's are fighting for our country,
Not the poison being pumped into the veins of our junkie's,
You put your bomber's in,
Put your conscience out,
Take a human being,
And smash him all about,

So provoke my peers with propaganda,
Dissolve my tongue with Coca Cola,
Seduce my brain with celebrity,
Burn my eyes with The Sun,
Muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike's,
Tell me lies about Afghanistan,

Those aren't human beings in those pictures from Abu Ghraib,
Just "insurgents,"
Those aren't Iraqi women being raped and taped for American porn sites,
Just "actors,"
Besides that side of the world is full of savage people,
And I'm sure women there have never been treated as equal,
You put your puppet's in,
Take the oil out,
Talk of democracy,
But know not what it's about,

So cuff my hands with MySpace,
Provoke my peers with propaganda,
Dissolve my tongue with Coca Cola,
Seduce my brain with celebrity,
Burn my eyes with The Sun,
Muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike's,
Tell me lies about Iraq,

Be "cool" and salute the new President with a tune,
He will never be forgotten by the Elephant in the room,
Let your children sing songs about Jesus and the place of his birth,
But not about the children dying now in that part of the earth,
Keep running from the truth, better yet, buy a top car,
Allow your children to be educated by these shallow pop stars,

So serenade my ears with love songs,
Provoke my peers with propaganda,
Dissolve my tongue with Coca Cola,
Seduce my brain with celebrity,
Burn my eyes with The Sun,
Muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike's,
Tell me lies about Palestine...

Watch him performing it at the Royal Albert Hall in 1965.