You don't know what we go through
To cut all these steaks
You don't know what we go through
To put 'em on your plate
You don't know what its like
To spend your day
Slicing necks for meager pay
The crying of the cows
The screaming of the pigs
The horses and the cutting rigs
The bloody boots
The bloody gloves
The bloody walls
And the bloody tubs
While my kids get thinner and thinner
I slice hog for America's dinner
So much ham, so many mouths to feed
And a bad case of conventional greed
The goddamn AFL-CIO
Functions only for the status quo
Our long term goals can only be met
Through a worker's syndicate
Battlecry
We've been standing around for far to long
Living our image, singing our songs
Twenty years strong, but what's really changed?
We've repeated our message but the system remains
The land of the free? The home of the brave?
The black still a target, the worker still a slave
They still have the taxman, they still have the cop
We're still at the bottom, they're still on the top
We gotta fight!
We're asking "Who?" Instead of "Why?"
How can we fight them if we're part of their lie?
Don't let their lies get the better of you because fighting
each other is what they want us to do
The time will come, we'll have our turn. But until that
day we've got a lot to learn. You don't ask for liberty, you
gotta demand! Hope in our hearts, bricks in our hands...
For the Warriors
Weigh the options one by one
Who are we taking orders from?
What is standing in our way?
Where are the warriors today?
If we're to be the proud and strong
It's our job to carry on
Hang in there 'till the job is done
We have only just begun
We'll work together
We will never turn our back
We're going down with the ship
A new future is staring you in the face
How could you refuse it?
Never overlook your friends
We are with you 'till the end
Don't let it all get to you
We've so much to look forward to
There's still tables to be turned
There's still a message to be learned
There's still a cause for you to fight
There's still a reason to unite
I've had it up to here
Our differences won't disappear
Anyone can go and fight
But it takes real courage to unite
WHERE ARE THE WARRIORS TODAY?
One Day
The worlds in their hands, they've had their chance
One day well make the bastards pay!
American society, privilege and poverty
One day well make the bastards pay!
Your so-called order amounts to inequality
One day we'll make the bastards pay!
You fall for their tricks - the carrot on the stick
One day well make the bastards pay!
They do as they please while keeping us on our knees
One day well make the bastards pay!
We Build Our Own Prisons
Discontent now includes all class
Recognize that you help divide the mass
The place that you're in is the place that you'll stay
You're a brick in the wall of the rich's estate
We build our own prisons
We make our own chains
We tie our own nooses
And it's all in vain
If you're angry today, you're on our side
You can still throw a brick in a suit and tie
I won't pretend we can all get along
Rich vs. Poor? I see nothing wrong
Last night a decaying man said "I don't know what to do"
Today a working woman said "I have barely enough for food"
Suit and tie walks up to me and says "Theres no differance between us
I'm making money for the company, and they leave me in the dust...
" Fuck the leaders! We don't need `em!
Pestilance of all our work!
Power locusts feeding time
We'll bust through our prisons
And break all our chains
We'll cut all our nooses
And end all our pain
The battle lines are drawn, who's side are YOU on? Russia
Yes your people have strength and perseverance
But behind every bread line lies a struggle to exist
You've stood proud but another eighty years won't change
A state is a state no matter how its rearranged
Dictatorship
Of the proletariat
Why hasn't the lesson been learned?
Where is the justice in that?
When the land remains
When the people are innocent
Your pride is a glimmer of hope
In a world of discontent
Russia!
The Deal Honey, tell the boys I'm coming home
I just can't face this alone
Tell the boys their daddy's coming home
How did it ever come to this?
Honey how did it ever come to this?
How'd I get involved in bad business?
How did I get in such a mess?
Honey, tell the boys I'm on my way
Been on the road for nearly seven days
And I just wanna see your pretty face
Been an honest man all of my life
Been an honest worker all of my life
I've been true until that awful night
When I met some trouble out on 105
Honey I've gone and killed a man
Things didn't go as they were planned
'Cause someone put that gun in my hand
Murder wasn't part of the deal
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I pulled the trigger
or my own life was through
The Social Monster
If crime is a natural human tendency
then why are most crimes commited
by people of the lower class? Crime is
natural only as a reaction to social injustice
and inequality; the more they force us down,
the more defiant we become. This means that
all the laws and all the policemen and all the
prisons aren't going to change a fucking thing,
they can only grow in numbers, waste more
of our labor and take more of our lives!
No need for police anymore!
An even greater threat than communism
to the American elite, Blacks, Hispanics,
and Native Americans are forced, not by
physical means but by social means, into
ghettos and slums, poor districts and
reservations, where they are left to endure
their own anger. These are the most
opressed people in this country and this
is precisely why crime rates in their
communities are so high.
No need for police anymore!
Remove the whip from the backs of
the workers and we'll do better work
Remove the gun from teh backs of the people
and we'll have a better society based on
cooperation rather than competition. They
need us to remain in power but we don't need
them. We can take whats rightfully ours, and
we don't need to do what they say. You know why?
BECAUSE WE ARE THEIR POWER!
No need for police anymore!
Armies exist because money exist!
Cruelty Free
Correct me if I'm wrong
but doesn't your label read
A statement of hypocrisy,
of capitalistic greed?
Isn't a lie to say your
products cruelty free
With all the wage slaves
suffering from your cupidity?
I'm glad to see your abandoning your
animal testing past. But what about
your exploitation of the working class?
What about the toilers from which you
get ingredients? What about the
families that depend on their pittance?
What about the labor force you utilize
overseas? What about the prisoners in
foreign factories? What about the
teamsters that distribute for you?
What about the cruelty
that they are subject to?
This pretense is the fault of every
citizen. That believes in the system
that you've invested in. We realize
you will never surrender tyranny
But your money won't do any good
against solidarity.
Break apart your fetters, workers of
the lands. The means of productions
belong in your hands, not in the claws
of a rich minority. That secures its
dominance through state and industry.
The labor union has allowed a step in
gaining control. Why not use this
strength towards the long term goal?
We must dispose of social corpulence
and usurpation. We must look to
strength through our organization.
The Struggle Continues
Thousands of miles away and I cannot get a job
Well I'd rather be fighting in Lima cause my
backs against the wall. Theres a broken old
mill town here, and a ratty village there that
seized the lion's den while they were eating
the lion's share
Support Peruvian rebels
The political prisoner must be let go. Cause
as they wine and dine their way they steal
the food right from your throat. Have they ever
been hungry? Have they ever been cold? Heads
of the state held hostage in their won home
You can claim you're Red or Black now.
But they both get scarred by the whip they crack out
Some are age 14 with a mind and a gun yeah
The most beautiful thing under the sun yeah
And the message won't be lost. For the mighty
hours that you fought out there. We'll pass and kick
the word along now. With the roots and
folklore of this song now
We'll take your message to our streets...
Support Peruvian Rebels.
Propaganda By The Deed
Through the ruin, through the squalor
Through the hate
Through the iron bars of the factory gate
Through the pestilence, the famine
And the death
Capital will draw its final breath!
War!
The goad of humanity is at your back
What are you gonna do when we're ready to attack?
Will your minions really stand by your side?
Face to face with our rising ride
War!
One shot could trigger your demise
And I can see the whites of your eyes
The force of many and the strength of steel
Relent or be trodden under heel
I WILL DIE FOR WHAT I BELIEVE
I'm taking you down with me
I WILL DIE FOR WHAT I BELIEVE
Propaganda by the deed...
The Coldest War
People say it's peace time
We're looking towards the sun
We're destroying tanks and bombs
no more threatening Red scum
The Arabs? They've been silenced and the oils running free
So don't worry about your future they've made it safe for you and me
But can you fill up your car and turn up your heat
knowing the tank is filled with the blood of a terror democracy?
How about the puppets we put in power in South America?
To make sure we'd have no problems
threatening neighbors are such a bother
International corporations can not come and reap the harvest
If the people are in power they'll realize just why they're starving
There's a war going on in your town
It's right outside your door
It's a war against the black man
And a war against the poor
Welfare? HA! What a fucking laugh
It's government candy it's poverty's crack
For some there's no such thing as peace
Economic wars have gone on for centuries
The police are an army
An army built for you
And the CIA and FBI
Don't have to follow rules
Filter drugs down from the heavens and guns ablaze tonight
You only feed into their hands when you kill of your own kind
Well there's a weapon they have that's more cruel than the bomb
Becuase you die off very slowly thinking you create the harm
It's a weapon called welfare and it's something many want
And they're willing to give it our because it keeps you in the dark
Why kill you? You're a bother but no one will stand for that
When they can put you in a ghetto style concentration camp
What better way to keep a list of everyone that's poor
Than to set up a program that keeps you coming back for more
Oh to live inside of your world must be such a fucking dream
not to worry day to day about your fellow human beings
IF YOU NEED A CANE TO WALK YOU'D GET NOWHERE WITHOUT IT
IF YOU NEED A GOVERNMENT TO LIVE THEY'VE GOT YOU WHERE THEY WANT YOU
In the Town Where I Was Born
Dad still lives in the town where he was born
Says hes got nowhere else to go
He's been working the same job since 1962
Knows everything he'll ever need to know
Every day at five he'd come home from the plant
He'd pull up and honk his horn
He'd go into the kitchen and come out with a beer
Then unbutton his uniform And I never understood the expression on his face
But finally its making sense to me
Cause when grandpa passed away I inherited his clothes
And a job down at the factory Living second rate, working second shift
And somehow twenty years went by
I ended up like dad, in the town where I was born
And I'll never question why
