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Wargasm-missiles soaring overhead, three second warning and kids are dead. Government too proud to let it go, another massacre in Kosovo. Wargasm, American Spirit, Wargasm, Blind Nationalism. Wargasm, For capitalism. Consulting with the ghosts of Hitler and Stalin, this war machine knows no stalling, another airstike against Iraq, America claps itself on the back, ch. So dress in black you supporters of peace, this corporate shit will never cease. Just a blackened bloody trend, this wargasm will never cease.
Dead And Dying Masses-the dead and dying masses cry out, we ignore their cries for help we insist on our stupid ways, as another innocent fucking pays. Another gun, another war, another act of stupidity, bomb goes off, no one cares, is what it seems to me. Still we just sit in our homes, content with apathy, no one fucking sees, all we need is unity. Ch. Another plane, another bomb, another fucking kamikaze. School shootings, no one cares, it seems to me. Media blaming it on the Goths, on Marilyn Manson and TV, no one fucking sees, all we need is unity. Ch. Personal anarchy is the way I live, I won’t drown in apathy, I won’t live by your rules or ways, I believe in unity. It makes me sad to see all this kids in apathy, why can’t they fucking see all we need is unity?
I Hate Cops- Here little piggy, I got a present for you, I’m sure you’ll fucking like it to, it’s a .44, what a surprise, I’ll shoot you in the head and then you’ll die, cuz I hate cops (x4) buy a gun, go to the station, gonna build an anarchist nation, shoot every cop in the head, shoot every cop till their dead cuz, I hate cops (x4) Piggy, piggy gonna fry! Piggy, piggy gonna die!
Firing Squad-I won’t follow the killing machine known simply as Christianity killing nonbelievers in the name of god, can you tell their beliefs are fraud…if you do not believe in our god, we’ll put you under the firing squad…was religion supposed to be this way, people dying each and every day, burning books, killing “witches”, stupid goddamn fanatic bitches…ch… maybe I’d like them if they let it go, the way their acting I don’t know, using the Bible as a weapon against me, what’s it gonna take to make them see?
School Prayer-Still trying to remember the lyrics to this one.
Death Machine-Green tanks on blvd. Oh no, it’s the National Guard, another protester falls down dead, she was just shot in the head. No sense of humanity, only a sense for brutality we need to fight back, we need to strike back…you can’t make me join the death machine…baby lying dead in the gutter, tank rolled over it’s mother. Infantile expression of tyrannical might attack the villages at fucking night. Another fight in the Gaza strip, age-old skirmish based on bullshit. We need to strike back we need to fight back…chorus…They fall to worship their god which is the National Guard, another soldier falls down dead, he was just shot in the head.
Four More Years- Another election we line up at the polls, American democracy is just a fucking joke, Bush and Gore, what’s the fucking difference? A fucking zombie and a republican on coke…Four More Years, democracy pulled over our eyes, four more years, politicians and their lies…another four years of neglect for the poor, the idea of democracy fucked up the ass. Another fucking nazi in fucking sheep’s clothes, let’s get the anti-gay bill passed…chorus…four more years of fucking betrayal, four more years of political sin. Four more years of being lied to, all I hope is that it fucking ends….Chours… ………….this song was written during the “election” of 2000. Lyrics by Jayme and James, with help from Lindsay.
US Terrorist-I’ll post these lyrics as soon as I fucking find them.
Reject- Walk down the street and get beat down the only punk in this fucking town a town of rednecks and hicks, a town of mother fucking pricks….call me a punk cuz of my hair, call me a hippie cuz I care, state of the world, state of the self, whole fucking world need mental help…Being a punk in Maine is hard, get spit on by passing cars, making fun of us for what we wear, patches, boots, and spiky hair…chorus…Oi!
(Corporate) Slave- you thought you stopped us from being ourselves, creating the hell-hole in which we dwell, never rise from the ashes to be yourself, never pierce through your own self-doubt, you sent us to school to train for upper-class, we don’t wanna kiss your ass, you wanted us to be your slaves, to be your slaves till the grave… Never rise from the ashes to claim your place, we fucking smash you in the face, we won’t live by your rules or ways, we don’t want to waste our days…Individuality you sought to ignore, running around being a corporate whore, never rise from the ashes to claim your place, we fucking slam you in the face, keeping the cities in poverty, you want us all to agree, you wanted us to be your slaves, to be your slaves till the grave…chorus…
Fuck the Pigs-Sit back and enjoy the ride, sooner or later you’re gonna die, a gun pressed up to your head, one wrong move and your dead…fuck, fuck, fuck the pigs, fuck, fuck, fuck you…they’re comin after you with billy-clubs, gonna steal your fucking drugs, a crack cop using on his beat, as a girl is raped up the street…chorus…
Adventures in Chernobyl, USA (Meltdown)-I’ll post these lyrics when I fucking find them.
