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THIS COUNTRY ONCE WAS FREE Walk down the street, cops are fuckin' with me They'll find a reason and make me guilty Can't hold my head up can't make a sound Protector of the people gonna kick me down This country once was free My country tis of thee What are your rights just words in a book Your face in the dirt because of your looks Try to be free you're a runaway slave If your thoughts aren't controlled you're outta place This country once was free My country tis of thee What gives you the right to take down my name Put them in your files what do you gain? Think you know what's right, you're evil and sick This country once was free, you can't make me forget THE ENEMY Can't you look around Can't you hear the sound Of impending battle Our homes the battleground You can see nothing with your eyes closed You can't even see what's under your nose Weapons on the ground weapons in the sky But you'll hear the sound of people when they die Destroying enemys Let the governments compete For the markets of the world You'll kill before you eat You're not helping yourself You help the anarchists When it's all blown down Your rules won't exist Children with no future March wild in the streets They know that treachorous governments Lead them to defeat Destroy the enemy Treachorous ignorant enemy Destroy the enemy Treachorous ignorant enemy TAKIN' AWAY YOUR RIGHTS It's part of the plan To condition you It's part of the plan To condition you Takin' away Takin' away your rights It's part of the plan The master plan It's part of the plan Do you understand MOSCOW The fields are green But the bear's in the north The streets tell stroies And ugly reports Warsaw in the winter And its people still cold From being on the dole While they're growin' old Work all your life And you still come in last Got no delusions When you hate the ruling class Moscow This disease could spread Silence your voice Or the fields turn red Moscow Do you still feel for the poor Or is that gone out of sight Moscow Do the voices from the past Keep you up at night Chased Hitler back Through foreign lands Then you stuck around To lend a hand Like a hawk with its eye On the throat of a catch With talons of iron And one thousand half tracks |
TOY SOLDIERS Early in life I was a planner of doom Sometimes in my yard, sometimes in my room Prisoners in my game were little men of green Momma says playing that way makes you mean Little rocks are boulders, H-bombs with my shoes Crashing down on toy soldiers I bet you've played with army men too Gonna get green gonna get older Gonna get stiff like toy soldiers Now they push me just as far as they can Put me in fatigues and I'm an army man I wanna be young young again I don't wanna be an army man JUSTICE IN AMERICA Drag me in you're in a hurry He's no one don't worry This was created to support the bar I'd feel safer with trial by fire Cuff me strip me don't let me be Time to adjourn off to tea Ruin my life with your game You're the criminal you're insane Alter the government plundered indecent Destroyer of all conditions All because your your ambition Justice in America Not if they don't care for you Justice in America There won't be a prayer for you This is the course of human events Because the truth isn't self-evident Disposed to suffer rather than reject A long chain of abuses we won't forget FUCKED UP Fucked up I've got no brains Fucked up from too much strain Fucked up I can't see straight Fucked up it's just hate hate hate I don't know if I can feel I don't know if this is real I don't care about you I don't care that is true Alcohol and sex and drugs And sleeping on someone else's rug Ruin my body ruin my mind Ruin my memory of what's behind Trashed my house and smashed about And pissed off all my friends Drank and fell to break the spell But it never ends Fucked up knock me out Fucked up make me shout Fucked up don't talk to me Fucked up can't you see I don't know why I'm here I don't know any fear I don't care whay you want to see I don't care what you think of me CATTLE CALL Mindless people herded thru the gate Fenced in hopeless no escape Nothing to do but breed and graze No more need to use your brains Cattle call civilization's final fall Cattle call concentration camp fire song Fit the image fit the mold Until you're dead do what you're told You never ever question why You might as well be dead you're not alive RIOT KIDS Summer heat and it's sad song Mindless dreams of days long gone On the tele things gone wrong Other kinds wanna take me on Dirty windows I can't see out Dirty faces all about Downtown city looks so fine Tear it up cause it ain't mine I'm where I'll end up I'm being set up I'm getting pushed around I'm getting fucked up I don't know who to blame I never even knew his name Turn this town into junk Let them know it's not the same Now the time to strike back Day of social heart attack Tired of bullshit in my way Tired of being pissed all day |