Post by: Froderik on December 20, 2002, 09:45:00 PM
they distort what we say
try and stop what we do
when they can't do it themselves
we are tired of your abuse
try to stop us it's no use
society's arms of control
think they're smart can't think for themselves
laugh at us behind our backs
i find satisfaction in what they lack
we are tired of your abuse
try to stop us it's no use
we are born with a chance
i am gonna have my chance
we are born with a chance
i am gonna have my chance
we are tired of your abuse
try to stop us it's no use
rise above rise above
rise above we're gonna rise above
we're gonna rise above
we're gonna rise above
:flame:
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Post by: Froderik on December 23, 2002, 09:53:00 AM
yankee soldier he wanna shoot some skag he met it in cambodia but now he can't afford a bag yankee dollar talk to the dictators of the world in fact it's giving orders an' they can't afford to miss a word i'm so bored with the u...s...a... but what can i do? yankee detectives are always on the tv 'cos killers in america work seven days a week never mind the stars and stripes let's print the watergate tapes i'll salute the new age and i hope nobody escapes i'm so bored with the u...s...a... but what can i do? move up starsky for the c.i.a. suck on kojak for the usa
[ This Message was edited by: AlexL on 2002-12-27 08:59 ]
Post by: Froderik on December 23, 2002, 10:42:00 AM
land of treason-waste no reason-we are breathing fire we're packs of dogs-we're enemies of men-we are not desired our faces show-we've grown cold-but have not conspired old hearts gone-the suture's on-mother nations mired - like a receptacle for the chosen dead, we find our bodies clawed and with the scent of death we find that we are not so very awed. loyalties burned-the words are blurred-overturn your own walk the dogs and watch the doors-have your other stone stop the toys that march disordered-calculate the thrones feel the pulse descending-decaying hallowed tombs in the starving sense you worship-the nations of debris you ware a coat of sewage that you've never seen. this time is now-the vicious here-a stolen dinner code the license of savage land-that you've always sold so bite that hand that needs you and bless another coal the virus never issues-from a cotton so very old as the lights come down and the guilty blaze; another sort of road - you wash your hands and start to climb the ladder that you stole. slip the latch-and spin the sword-the money lords are poor push the tank-that rolls downhill-their sense of dream absorbed Still the cat that breaks the night- tie him to the core-chase the virtue that believes that what's right is scored - it's a senseless cash in of right for right-what's wrong is never gone and left is just a bastion for the fools golden dawn.
[ This Message was edited by: AlexL on 2002-12-23 07:58 ]
Post by: Anonymous on December 24, 2002, 12:57:00 AM
Post by: Froderik on December 24, 2002, 11:43:00 AM
THE REGULATOR
you tell me what to say and when to say it. you tell me what to do and how to do it. and if i ask you why, yoou'll arrest me. and if i call you lie, you'll detest me. you control what i'll be, you control who i see. and if i let you you'll control me. you're the man who owns all the keys to the stores. you're the man who always wants so much more. you're the regulator.
Post by: Froderik on December 28, 2002, 01:11:00 PM
Spoken:
It's not my imagination
I've got a gun on my back!
Promises you made
Never become fact
We're gonna get revenge
You won't know what hit you
We're tired of being screwed
Don't tell me about tomorrow
Don't tell me what I'll get
I can't think of progress when
Just around the corner
There's a bed of cold pavement
Waiting for me
Revenge!
I'll watch you bleed
Revenge!
That's all I'll need
I won't cry if you- die! DIE!
We're gonna get revenge
You won't know what hit you
We're tired of being screwed
Revenge!
REVENGE!!!
Post by: Froderik on March 04, 2003, 10:40:00 AM
i'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm i'm a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb i am a world's forgotten boy the one who searches and destroys honey gotta help me please somebody gotta save my soul baby detonate for me look out honey, 'cause i'm using technology ain't got time to make no apology soul radiation in the dead of night love in the middle of a fire fight honey gotta strike me blind somebody gotta save my soul baby penerate my mind and i'm the world's forgotten boy the one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy and honey i'm the world's forgotten boyt the one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy forgotten boy, forgotten boy forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy
Post by: Froderik on March 04, 2003, 10:42:00 AM
Post by: Anonymous on March 10, 2003, 12:31:00 PM
Post by: Anonymous on March 10, 2003, 04:10:00 PM
| On 2003-03-10 09:31:00, Anonymous wrote: " It's funny that you mock the very freedom that was given to you by soldiers who have died for our country." |
Well, if you don't like the lyrics take it up with the ORIGINAL author.
And by the age difference, you should be callin' Us Daddy! ::bwahaha2::
Post by: Froderik on March 10, 2003, 06:54:00 PM
Post by: Froderik on October 10, 2003, 09:35:00 AM
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president
Carter power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool neice
Come quitely to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower
Die on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will crack, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Post by: Antigen on October 10, 2003, 11:34:00 AM
Quote
On 2003-03-10 09:31:00, Anonymous wrote:
" It's funny that you mock the very freedom that was given to you by soldiers who have died for our country. I am currently 27 years old and have fought for this counrty :smile: and people like yourseleve who don't always agree with the government. You are only human and your voice is what makes you unique. Now that I have said that remember the blanket of FREEDOM for which I and other soldiers provide keeps you safe. SO with all due RESPECT YOU CAN CALL ME DADDY. "
Buddy, I respect and appreciate what you're willing to do for our country. But I think you've been given bad orders. I don't know which actions you've been involved in, but our political leaders have been sending you guys out to kill and die for frivilous causes for decades. They're not making us safer. They're making us less safe in every way.
It's coming down to the point fairly quickly, thanks to the famous Büsh family jingoism, when soldiers and civilians alike are going to have to choose between allegience to the US Empire and allegience to America. Blind allegience is not respect, brother.
"Wherever the standard of freedom and Independence has been or shall be unfurled, there will [America's] heart, her benedictions and her prayers be. But she goes not abroad, in search of monsters to destroy. She is the well-wisher to the freedom and independence of all. She is the champion and vindicator only of her own." --John Quincy Adams, Speech to the U.S. House of Representatives [July 4, 1821]
Hear me people: We now have to deal with another race - small and feeble when our fathers first met them, but now great and overbearing. Strangely enough they have a mind to till the soil and the love of possessions is a disease with them. These people have made many rules which the rich may break but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule.
Chief Sitting Bull, speaking at the Powder River Conference, 1877
Post by: Froderik on December 18, 2003, 10:02:00 AM
Differents don't exist in harmony
Survival is superiority...
We don't need no hands across the sea!
We've got...
Foreign policy [x3]
The lines are drawn!
The scum must come to order!
Suspect everyone!
Know your enemies!
We've got...
Foreign Policy [x3]
Hatred is purity!
Weakness is disease!
Well, we'll bury you,
It's manifest destiny!
We've got...
Foreign Policy [x3]
(At the end of this song, there's the sound of a nuclear explosion...)
Post by: Anonymous on February 18, 2004, 09:14:00 PM
Post by: Froderik on February 19, 2004, 11:03:00 AM
With an enemy of the state
Come with me to the building
That no-one stops to watch
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
Bleed for me
We'll strap you to a pipe
Electrodes on your balls
C'mon scream
C'mon writhe
Face down in a pool of piss
[Chorus]
In the name of world peace
In the name of world profits
America pumps up our secret police
America wants fuel
To get it, it needs puppets
So what's ten million dead?
If it's keeping out the Russians
We're well trained by the CIA
With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg
The Peace Corps builds US labor camps
When they think they're building schools
Ha Ha
When cowboy Ronnie comes to town
Forks out his tongue at human rights
Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal
Dine on some charbroiled nuns
Try a medal on
Smile at the mirror as the cameras click
and make big business happy-
Anytime
Anywhere
Maybe you'll just disappear
Post by: Froderik on February 19, 2004, 11:05:00 AM
We call ourselves the people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive
God must be dead if you're alive
You say, 'God loves you. Come and buy the Good News'
Then you buy the president and swimming pools
If Jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets
God must be dead if you're alive
Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions then they steal your money
It's the new dark ages with the fascists toting bibles
Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials
Stodgy ayatollahs in their dobble-knit ties
Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies
Masturbating with a flag and a bible
God must be dead if you're alive
Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell
Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms
Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan
What's wrong with a mind of my own?
You don't want abortions, you want battered children
You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem
Now you wanna force us to pray in school
God must be dead if you're such a fool
You're planning for a war with or without Iran
Building a police state with the Ku Klux Klan
Pissed at your neighbour? Don't bother to nag
Pick up the phone and turn in a fag
Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan
Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly
Ram it up your cunt, Anita
Cos God must be dead
If you're alive
God must be dead
If you're alive