1. |
Fuck the Feds
01:38
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They say it's necessary
we need someone to write the rules
but it's so fuckin scary
when the ones who make them up are fools
Fuck the feds we're the Anti-Feds!
They say they just need to get paid
support the family, save the day
but there's a price for oppression
it's paid in blood
POLICE AGGRESSION
Fuck the feds we're the Anti-Feds!
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2. |
Working, Dying
03:07
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You go to work and you don't ask why
you don't wanna know
because there's something going on behind the scenes
of this big show
you know its all just one big show
you're just a
cash crop in the garden they had to grow
And I don't need a boss to tell me
I done good today
because they don't give a shit what you're sayin
don't give a shit what you've gotta say
and they all don't give a fuck
you're just another buck!
Get back to work!
Oh fuck off! I don't wanna hear it anymore
too many warheads knocking on our door
relying on your people for a well-oiled machine
but the day you'll finally realize
is the death of your regime
Extra! Extra! Extra!
we're all on strike
because employment isn't freedom
and living doesn't equal life
And I don't need a boss to tell me
I done good today
because they don't give a shit what you're sayin
no they don't give a shit what you've gotta say
and they all don't give a fuck
you're just another buck!
Get back to work!
And I don't need a boss to tell me
I done bad today!
because they don't give a shit what you're sayin
no they don't give a shit what you've gotta say
and they all don't give a fuck
you're just another buck!
Get back to work!
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3. |
Warfare
01:51
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Life in the U.S. is sustained by the deaths of millions
trading lives for trophies of war
send the poor to the front lines!
weapons at the ready,
everybody fire!
Sarin gas
fills your lungs
don't ask questions
just grab your guns
you want education?
then sell your life
federal execution
live and die by the knife
Oh my god!
I'm going insane
too many chemicals wreak havoc in my brain
I pray to god
I wish for death!
But god blessed america
and the U.S. fucked the vets!
I can't see
what's in front of me
the memories that make it
harder to breathe
I cry for help
but you don't care
you just want more bombs up in the air!
Holy shit!
I'm going insane
too many chemicals run rampant in my brain
I pray to god
I wish for death!
But god blessed america
and the U.S. fucked the vets!
God bless America!
In warfare we trust!
God bless America!
In money we trust!
God bless America!
In hatred we trust!
God bless America!
In death do we trust!
Sarin gas
fills your lungs
don't ask questions
just grab your guns
you want education?
then sell your life
federal execution
live and die by the knife
Oh my god!
I'm going insane
too many chemicals wreak havoc in my brain
I pray to god
I wish for death!
But god blessed america
and the U.S. fucked the vets!
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4. |
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Crash! in my car
TV stars in the car
advertisements
pay me more
I'm so rich!
You're so poor!
I'm rich!
You're poor!
I've got money!
I've got money!
And if you're rich
I'll be your whore
I crashed my car!
I crashed my car!
I crashed my car!
Won't have to pay
but my wage
goes up a grade
when I'm driving
stay outta my way
I'm your master!
you're my slaves!
I'm rich!
You're poor!
I've got money!
I've got money!
And if you're rich
I'll be your whore
I crashed my car!
I crashed my car!
I crashed my car!
Taxes! Go too far
now you pay
for my car
fuck you, pay for my car
fuck you, pay for my car!
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5. |
Sick!
01:20
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Hey!
You gotta wait!
You gotta pay!
You know that life ain't free!
We're free to live
but we die young
when we're in captivity
I'm sick!
I'm dying!
they have the cure
but I can't pay
I can't go
can't afford it!
I'm dying!
the prices climb
so turn to crime
or you'll live on the streets
another day
another death
they're selling slavery!
I'm sick!
I'm dying!
they have the cure
but I can't pay
I can't go
you can't make me!
I'm dying, I'm dying!
Enslave the people
then charge them for pain
the plan, it's working!
upcharge the funerals!
the system sustains
I'm sick!
I'm dying!
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6. |
Fuck the City
01:24
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Fuck you!
They've got all the money
for brand new stadiums
and it's a fucking joke
the way this shitty city's run
Fuck the city of Indy!
Can't afford to pave the roads
but show up at my door
they say the grass is getting tall
it makes the street look poor
Fuck the city of Indy!
You fight against abortion
for religious freedom
I'm sick of counting sheep
who need a man to lead them!
Fuck the city of Indy!
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7. |
Think For Yourself
00:39
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When you're down
think to yourself
this life can drown
it's a living hell
so as you sit
lone in your cell
and think once again
to yourself
A quiet whisper
turns to a yell
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR SOMEONE ELSE?
EXTEND A HAND TO A FELLOW HUMAN
WE'RE ALL FUCKED IN THIS TOGETHER!
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8. |
No Help, No Hope
02:06
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We've got a worldwide problem
(a future of despair!)
still think that politicians care
and there'll be nothin left to stop em
(bootprint on a human face!)
as long as things seem to be fair
No! This is no help, we have no hope!
No! This is no help, there is no hope!
As long as we all stay sedated
(brainwashed and degraded!)
no one will get up off their ass
as long as we still compromise
(fuck you!)
there'll only be more nuclear blasts
No! This is no help, we have no hope!
No! This is no help, there is no hope!
We've got a situation!
We've got no fuckin' hope!
No! This is no help, we have no hope!
No! This is no help, there is no hope!
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