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Henry Rollins Didn't Die For This
We all know God's not real
We all know punk's not dead
We all know Elvis lives
We all know Jimi shreds
But there’s a sickness, still,
rotting inside our bones
Though we’re trapped twelve to nine,
Saint Hanna calls us home
I never met a punk rock dog that didn’t bite
and I never met an anarchist I wanted to fight
But when I look
at the state
of the music that moves me
I'm scared to death
I’ll see a Henry Rollins movie
'Cause punk's not dead it’s just crashed on the floor
Christ said he’s build a better world but I’m not really sure
God never helped me ever
feel less insecure
But an answer to prayer
came in these four simple chords
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Would You Rather Be Dead Than Socialist? (All They Do Is Take)
We live in a country
Where we brainwash people
Karl Marx is a
bad guy and socialism's evil
The hammer and sickle is a
symbol of hate
but the rebel flag is
important to the state
We're told, "respect authorities,"
when they treat us like shit
We lay on the ground,
one more baton to the hip
They tell us don't speak up or out of turn or timing
Protesting is only liberal whining
America today can't care at all
about you or I
she'll slash welfare
while
poor people die
Homeless on the streets
begging for change
while they line their pockets on
credit exchange
So we'll burn down buildings
and scream fuck the draft
while we feel politicians
stab us in the back
we're gonna
tear through congress
and defend the oppressed
then we'll run through DC
while pigs shit in the streets
They tell us
Don't ask for help
It's for the rich
You've got enough
there's no need to bitch
It's a messed up world
we live in
so a boot on your face
is just a given
When you can't get a win,
shit'll hit the fan
they say
"Just blame immigrants!"
"Bail out the banks!" and
"Fuck the middle class!"
It's time for a proletariat
foot in the rightists' ass
So we'll burn down banks
While we scream
fuck you Chase
Something has to give
When
All you do is take
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3. |
No Rest 'Till Revolution
02:12
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No Rest ‘Till Revolution
Pull yourself up by your bootstraps
Lace 'em tight and brace for impact
It doesn’t even matter ‘bout the name of the movement
The only thing that matters is the revolution
We’ll bring down private property
We’ll end speculation
With a clenched fist we’ll
Bring about reformation
United we stand at our best
Divided we find ourselves oppressed
Doesn’t even matter ‘bout the name of the movement
The only thing that matters is that you give a shit
We’ll bring down private property
We’ll end speculation
With a clenched fist we’ll
Bring about reformation
Let's bring down private property
Let's end speculation
With a clenched fist we’ll
bring about reformation
Bring about reformation
Bring about reformation
We'll bring about reformation!
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4. |
Get Behind Me Satan
02:15
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Get Behind Me Satan
The Devils are in the details
While angels are locked inside the attic
I'd like to think that
I'm in good health
But all my progress has become static
And I guess that's just my prerogative
I always try to look at the positives
Of my excuses and my vices
But my two cents
Isn't shit for penance
I could say
Get behind me Satan
But this is a situation that I put myself in
I could say that I love you I'm sorry
But that'd just be another reason
To make it about me
Please believe me when I tell you
I didn't mean to hurt you
After lying to yourself
sometimes it's hard to find the truth
But now I know
I'm not Odysseus, I'm just PT Barnum
Circuses are cruel and
this show's not great
I could say
Get behind me Satan
I put myself in this situation
It's stupid to say
Still I love you, I'm sorry
We both know
that you're better off without me
The Devil's are in the details.
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The D.A.R.E. Song
02:01
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The D.A.R.E. Song
If weed is a gateway drug
then you walked me through it
told me drugs are bad
but taught me how do it
You're the generation of the
psychedelic hobbyist
That jailed
A generation through your
Nancy Reaganite politics
The government told you to stop
But you never paused to listen
All you did was take advice from
god damned Richard Nixon
I’m not addicted
and God knows that I’m not dead
In direct opposition
to the lies put in my head!
A briefcase full of drugs and falsehoods
wasn’t
the solution
But I’m grateful that I found my
favorite
hallucinogen
The government told you to stop
But you never paused to listen
All you did was take advice from
god damned Richard Nixon
I’m not addicted
and God knows that I’m not dead
In direct opposition
to the lies put in my head!
Arrest poor people, you even got me
What the fuck does it mean to be the land of the free?
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6. |
Fuck You Ted Cruz
01:45
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Fuck You Ted Cruz
Millennials are lazy and stupid
Yes
No
Life gets kind of hard, you’re left
Depending on guitar worrying about
Food, water, gas and shelter’s
Sleeping in a car
But being poor’s not so bad
My bowl’s a can, and I like it like that
Every doctor that I can’t see
Reminds me how much I’m free
So fuck you Ted Cruz
And fuck you Lindsey Graham
This is America
But it’s no promised land
People are sick and dying
Democrats are lying
And all I see is apathy
From sea to shining see
And
Life gets kind of hard, you’re left
Depending on guitar worrying about
Food, water, gas and shelter’s
Sleeping in a car
But being poor’s not so bad
My bowl’s a can, and I like it like that
Every doctor that I can’t see
Reminds me
How great it is to be free
How great it is to be free!
Praise Liberty,
Our bright Democracy!
Where
Pollution burns our lungs
Another fifty’s dead by guns
Go and put me on a watchlist
I think our senate should be hung
So fuck you Nancy
And yes, you too, Tim Kaine
We’re counting numbered days
While you play political games
The state of straits are dire
Elephants conspire
And all I see is apathy
From sea to shining sea!
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7. |
Wolves and Rabbits
01:29
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Wolves and Rabbits
Mr. McMurphy
is it concerning
that the madhouse is no longer
big enough for you and I?
Please, tell me Jack
is the deck stacked?
Or was identity never
a valid
Strategy?
So tell me, Nurse
are your lines rehearsed?
Stuck between
medication
and a hearse!
Is this a reformation?
Are you trying to make a prison?
Underneath loaded gun’s
not a system I wanna live in!
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