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RIBZY Dead Soldier Hometown boy got dreams of glory Like so many others, such a tragic story Liberty's churchyard white marble stone Poor lost boys so far from home Rotting trooper in black and white Best advice I was ever given Anarchy & Peace I don't believe in your anarchy But I believe in mine Your pressing influences I've studied hard It's a fuck-all waste of time My existance is based on my well-being Not yours, not others, nor the times My peace, you see, is anti-war My spirit peace of mind |
THE FACTION Pegged For Life I can't help being the way I am It's not paranoia it's Uncle Sam The minute I was born they've had my prints They use intimidation as their biggest hint The boys at the capital they know who you are Everything about you is on a little white card SS numbers, now you're pegged for life A life under their watchful little eyes I went to school, I didn't know why Then I found out only later in life I wasn't there to learn like I had thought I was being babysat, that's what I was taught We pay them cash to live in a free land Why don't they just charge us all to stand I sit in my room, wondering what they can see I also wonder what they've got in store for me The Demons The demons came from over the hills To murder, pillage, rape and kill Their burley frames would instill fear To all of those who dare came near Your stomach turned at the bloody sight It's not a dream, it's real life The demons are coming They're flying on bat's wings The demons are coming Thy're making you say things You're just a pawn in their game The demons are coming They're flying on bat's wings The demons are coming They're making you say things Presidents know the demons by name I want to scream, let them know Before they deal their final blow Every country, city and town The demons put us six feet down Come be a pawn in their game The demons are coming today |
MISTAKEN IDENTITY Again In the bathroom light In the heat of the night In my arm to my head Moving walls, the walking dead My arm falls off, it starts to bleed The book itself, it starts to read Colors and objects, they start to blend Oh no, it's happening again... again Good Old Days I remember the good old days When all the kids were at war The nazis were at our front door When half the kids come back in bags With one arm or with no legs I remember the good old days When all the kids went to Vietnam Fought the commies but no one won The hippies were at home rioting And fighting and breaking bones What was so good about the good old days? When whites and blacks were separated And all the jews were put in camps |