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You'll get yours when you're good and ready
You'll get yours and go straight to hell And when that day comes You can be good and sure The day belongs to us The sign said: "detour" So I did And I found myself in a wonderful place Fields of green When the wind blows cold The kind of place one could grow old Sky opened up (yeah!) Sun showered down (aww!) Onto a row of wooden pikes What an awe inspiring sight Birds shy on top of them Puts your head in a beautiful state You'll get yours when you're good and ready You'll get yours and go straight to hell And when that day comes You can be good and sure The day belongs to us Life is a horror show And baby it will never stop They tell me to watch my step I answer back: "You watch your mouth!" So many stories you have told You and stories have grown old SOS who will save our ship? SOS who gives a shit? Sinking like a rock with a heart of coal Sinking like a rock without a soul Please note, don't underestimate Cause I'm a cruel motherfucker! You'll get yours when you're good and ready You'll get yours and go straight to hell And when that day comes You can be good and sure The day belongs to us The new dawn starts this day As strange and savage poetry make up your eulogy Tables turned around and turned on you No one sheds a tear No one loses sleep You disappear We fall asleep You disappear |
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| 3:32 |
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16 year old girl
in a hollow carved out place Just looking for some prettiness But the cuts in her arm don't paint for her a very pretty view In her mind she dreams that she is far away from The bright lights of America life and death in a sold out Merica To live and die in the heart of America where they sell souls The bright lights of America life and death in a sold out Merica To live and die in the heart of America where they sell souls A concrete city hell City hell Suburbs that never end Just like an ocean One parent lives in each of them passed back and forth He huffs glue to escape their bitter homes He's just one of desperate ranks who can't break free from The bright lights of America life and death in a sold out Merica To live and die in the heart of America where they sell souls The bright lights of America life and death in a sold out Merica To live and die in the heart of America where they sell souls I just want you to know There are warehouses full of fucked up kids like you and me Can't find a way So many lost in stride caught in an endless fight To leave this empty ugly place I'm leaving you at sea The bright lights of America life and death in a sold out Merica To live and die in the heart of America where they sell souls The bright lights of America life and death in a sold out Merica To live and die in the heart of America where they sell souls The bright lights of America life and death in a sold out Merica To live and die in the heart of America where they sell souls The bright lights of America life and death in a sold out Merica To live and die in the heart of America where they sell souls |
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| 3. |
| 4:19 |
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I must again sing my dissent until you're aware
I must again sing my dissent until you're aware We all have our vices, we all have our flaws We all have our anger, we all have our love This is the first set of words that I'll pick to these chords To identify me and the blood that runs through the veins in my arms Pumped from my heart That holds hope in one chamber and hate in the other We all have our vices, we all have our flaws We all have our anger we all have our love Father-less is how I prefer to be known At 6 years young I was left all on my own The son of a full time working mother And a molester for a father who lives in the prison for home We all have our vices, We all have our flaws We all have our anger, we all have our love I must again sing my dissent until you're aware I must again sing my dissent until you're aware. Because I can barely breathe with your weight on my chest And I'm so fucking sick of being ashamed of my own flesh We all have our vices, We all have our flaws We all have our anger, we all have our love We all |
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| 4. |
| 4:59 |
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How did we get into this mess?
The question is a hypothetical... The answers are Written on the face of the oppressed Sent to death at just nineteen Forevermore to be unseen His mother with tears in her eyes Crying to god, she calls out "Why?!" She'll find her answers On the face of the oppressed I bow my head in respect Of the dead Because we're all bogged down And there ain't no fucking S.O.S. That's gonna save our sinking ship Because we're all bogged down No, there ain't no fucking S.O.S. That's gonna save our sinking ship Our ship How did we get into this mess? The question is a bona fide literal The answers are Written on the face of the oppressed We all know the answers why They sold a lie to build Versailles! You can roll over and die Or you can rain down hell tonight! You'll find your answer On the face of the oppressed I bow my head in respect Of the dead Because we're all bogged down And there ain't no fucking S.O.S. That's gonna save our sinking ship Because we're all bogged down No, there ain't no fucking S.O.S. That's gonna save our sinking ship Our ship In the ash of your city lies fertile ground (In the ash of your city lies fertile ground) In the ash of your city lies fertile ground (In the ash of your city lies fertile ground) This nation's burning, burning down (This nation's burning, burning down) This nation's burning to the ground This is the modern Rome burning Let it burn This is the modern Rome burning Let it burn This is the modern Rome burning Let it burn, let it burn This is New York burning This is Boston burning This is Omaha burning This is Washington burning This is Pittsburgh burning This is Birmingham burning This is the modern Rome burning Let it burn, let it burn Burn, burn |
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| 4:06 |
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> My father Michael is a genius
He sees this world the way no one can He brought me up and shaped my mind at the tender youthful age of nine He said don't take this for the way it is You better watch out son when you get them Before you know it the friends you trust will have stabbed you in the back he said If you wanna steal you better learn how to lie If you wanna live you better not fear how you die Heaven and hell are just a myth so you better pay attention to this moment [x2] There's a Fine line between genius and insanity Is one he often treads so patiently While pigs and ghouls would always try to knock the door A system built to perpetuate Pushers pushin', dealers dealin' and they can't escape I got kids at home, so pretend there's no living in this race [Chorus] Sometimes when my apathy creeps on up from behind me It reminds me why I moved my TV Out of the room where I make love In case I might just look up And see the sky is falling from above, see it falling from above [Chorus] |
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| 2:58 |
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1-2-3-4
The call, the call Heed up and you will fall The call, the call No warning I write in white on the black block No warning Time bomb contemporaries' tick-tock No warning I write in white on the black block No warning, No warning This is critical Mass destruction Pro-active Communista sin documentos (This is the call) The anarchist conspirators are downloading their cookbooks (This is the call) Keep your politics out of my apathy (This is the call) This the same sad and boring melancholy story No warning I am a parasite, I am a hypocrite (Hypocrite) It's not an option to be pragmatic (Madic) We live and die by opinion public No warning I write in white on the black block No warning Time bomb contemporaries' tick-tock No warning I write in white on the black block No warning, No warning This is critical Mass destruction There is no room to grow inside this cage They can not know the animal that they bred out of rage I hope that fucker's hungry and he loves the taste of flesh Ripped from the bone of the close-minded ignorant No warning I am a parasite, I am a hypocrite (Hypocrite) It's not an option to be pragmatic (Madic) We live and die by opinion public Oh yeah! The call, the call Heed up and you will fall The call, the call Heed up and you will fall The call, the call Heed up and you will fall The call, the call No warning I write in white on the black block No warning Time bomb contemporaries' tick-tock No warning I write in white on the black block No warning Time bomb contemporaries' tick-tock No warning I write in white on the black block No warning Time bomb contemporaries' tick-tock No warning I write in white on the black block No warning, No warning This is critical mass! Hey, hey, hey, hey...! |
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| 4:12 |
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How can we be free?
The bloodline of kings in the house of light Lynch law abiding citizens cashing in their rights The sky is on fire, the sky is on fire It's blood red and torching any horizon it desires Spit in the face of the deceased Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek Spit in the face of the deceased Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street Spit, spit, spit in the face No, I don't give a fuck what you think of me Are we getting anywhere? I'm getting out of here How can we be free? Abandoning the children in the forest to feed ourselves We will all stay more healthy if we don't distribute wealth Aimed friendly fire, aimed friendly fire (Fire!) There is only greed living the life we desire Spit in the face of the deceased Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek Spit in the face of the deceased Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street Spit, spit, spit in the face No, I don't give a fuck what you think of me Are we getting anywhere? I'm getting out of here Spit in the face of the deceased Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek Spit in the face of the deceased Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street Spit, spit, spit in the face No, I don't give a fuck what you think of me Are we getting anywhere? I'm getting out of here As we set sail across a raging sea (As we set sail across a raging sea) Unconquerable by reality (We are unconquerable) As we set sail across a raging sea (As we set sail across a raging sea) Unconquerable by reality I am infallible, I am untouchable Spit in the face of the deceased Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek Spit in the face of the deceased Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street Spit, spit, spit in the face No, I don't give a fuck what you think of me Are we getting anywhere? I'm getting the fuck out of here The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, long live the new nation The nation is dead, dead, dead 1-2-3-4! |
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| 4:18 |
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Have you ever been alone?
Transparency... In the middle of millions of others, but still somehow unseen She is across the aisle; he's on the floor above. Your neighbour and every prisoner. Each station filled with static. Broadcasting nothing but noise. Deep inside of each of us We are the lost, the dead and gone, the seldom seen. We are the helpless and the hopeless. That no one wants to see. Have you ever been drowned? Transparent sea... In the water with millions of others, but still somehow unseen. She is across the aisle; He's on the floor above. Your neighbour and every stranger. Each station filled with static. Broadcasting nothing but noise. <i>[Chorus]</i> Outside we are alive. Where is the line, the great divide? Are we dead? Are we gone? Are we dead? Are we moving on? We may fail to see a change but we're never going to fade away. We will be seen. |
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| 4:20 |
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Like a ghost
Emptiness haunted his years Still his heart was made of nothing less than good Insecure narration in his head Something less than schizophrenia Creeping him with every move that he makes Breath he takes A beautiful walk alone To his empty home Where he'll lay and he'll sleep by himself Go west young man Your future is untold You can find your dreams on the California coast Go west young man Your future isn't too Far away She hates me And I know it because she said so And I forgot my notebook And my socialist manifesto Will it be a tragedy Or a comedy The choice is up to you Life can lead you along on a leash Or you can break free and run on your own Don't waste your life Go and live your life Like it's the last day here on this earth Go west young man Your future is untold You can find your dreams on the California coast Go west young man Your future isn't too Far away Don't waste your life Go live your life Like it's your last day here on this earth Go west young man Your future is untold You can find your dreams on the California coast Go west young man Your future isn't too Far away Go west young man Your future is untold You can find your dreams on the California coast Go west! |
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| 3:48 |
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No they won't miss you when you're gone
When your heart stops beating and pumping blood Pull the pin, light the fuse This song's the smartest bomb You make your own choices and decisions You are invulnerable to influences Sit down, line up, knuckle down, shut up An electrifying organized crime With planes and boats and suicide Sit down, line up, knuckle down, shut up You're so in control You're so disposable 30 second spot video game Memory erased, magnet over tape Sit down, line up, knuckle down, shut up Get psyched up listen to Godsmack Dip you toes in the sands of Iraq Sit down, line up, knuckle down, shut up You're so in control You're so disposable No they won't miss you when you're gone When your heart stops beating and pumping blood Pull the pin, light the fuse This song's the smartest bomb No they won't miss you when you're gone When your heart stops beating and pumping blood Pull the pin, light the fuse This song's the smartest bomb Every day we've been taught to follow Every day lettered to live one way There is no one left to acknowledge There is nothing left to say Every day we've been taught to follow Every day lettered to live one way There is nothing left to mention There is nothing left to say Kill tonight Will you follow? Kill tonight Will you follow? Kill tonight Will you follow? Kill tonight Will you follow? Kill tonight Will you follow? Kill tonight Will you follow? Kill tonight Will you follow? Kill No they won't miss you when you're gone (When you're gone) When your heart stops beating and pumping blood (Blood) Pull the pin, light the fuse (Fuse) This song's the smartest bomb No they won't miss you when you're gone (When you're gone) When your heart stops beating and pumping blood (Blood) Pull the pin, light the fuse (Fuse) This song's the smartest bomb This song's the smartest bomb |
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Tonight, tonight, tonight...
I'm gonna stay awake. Safe inside this trojan horse until day breaks. Open it up, tear it up, fuck it up... In the streets runs a river knee deep. Hidden in the blood of our own lies the alphabet of the free. As i walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead, will you remember them? Ce soir, ce soir, ce soir. je vais rester reveille. There is no extinguishing the resistance you betray. The marquis, zapatista, white rose. Can we see the end of a battle unheard? For every name in history there are a thousand more interred. And i can't believe my own eyes. i've seen this sight 100 times. We will be sovereign in the water In the shadow of the dead. Still no one remembers them. We will be free in the cold of the shadow of the dead. Oh, you will remember then. As i walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead, will you remember them? |
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> The water turned black
And it's just getting darker So be afraid, be afraid, Be very afraid of the coming nightmare The neo-christian theocrats pray on a Sunday afternoon Then welcome in Pinochet's men to intimidate and kill All that we know, All we know Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmare. Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmare. So filled with exhilaration and Feels like intoxication. There's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping. We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill We are the hidden fist of the free market We are the ink, we are the quill What have you learned Through the years? What have you learned From your fears? Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmare. Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmare. Water tastes like arsenic Feel it pumping coursing in your blood Your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe room spinning, kiss your ass goodbye Now you're off, you've been taken on a ride We've been sold, been sold a bill of lies Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmare. Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmare. Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid There's a storm cloud gathering overhead Ominous, black, reigning hell. when it drops jackboot down on your streets. You're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth. Built on a corporate welfare scam Rumsfield doctrine stealing wealth. Profits to saccharine sweet, The wall street bankers weep. As the storm gains strength The aging levees break The ancient ground does quake And your lungs will fill your spineless apathy |
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(Rollin?)
If you utter a sound Don't make a move We'll kill you Then they gathered around me One man took my right arm And another man took my left When the third man grabbed the front of my coat Then thrown in to an automobile we go Oh I wish I could describe The terror in that 20 mile ride Oh I wish I could describe The terror in the beautiful California moonlight In an auto with six man and chauffeur Yeah these Christian patriots They put fingers in my eyes and nose As they subjected me to torture Yeah the torture that a good fearing man Is capable of conceiving Oh I wish I could describe The terror in that 20 mile ride Oh I wish I could describe The terror in the beautiful California moonlight You won't kiss the American flag Well by god we'll make you We'll ram it down your throat Sing the Star Spangled Banner with feeling They put their autos together So the lamp set a sickly stage light Fourteen defenders of this country All commanding me to undress They poured tar over my body and hair In the absence of feathers they rubbed sagebrush instead Oh I wish I could describe The terror in that 20 mile ride Oh I wish I could describe The terror in the beautiful California moonlight My suffering was terrible But my greatest pain was over you |
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