to be stopped right away they have no respect for the and their will to live is too strong fuck you you bastards they don't want a revolution but a change
buzzing blaring through my skull the sun is up but i can't tell sneak the covers down my nose eyes are sore gotta keep 'em closed call in, no i've gotta
voice of televangelist to moms and dads at home who will your kids listen to and who will they ignore? tell them lies and feed them shit, don't those
we don't care about your politics and we don't care about your laws we don't care about your heroes we know they've got no cause this town is bringing
forced to work in [Chorus:] You bleed and sweat every week but what you earn's not yours to keep Land of the free? What a lie You bleed and sweat every
What makes a killer? Now that's a bore What makes you scream? You're being ignored If your hand are bloody Then so are mine We all want freedom When
you will work your life away for them but still don't understand the system you slave, you sell, repeat, they're rich the money's spent in corporate america
proles, we're everywhere we're the proles, now we don't care fuck you jobs, and fuck your pay they're not worth it anyway everyday you look down on us treat us like a
have had a negative outlook on it from the start How can you ignore when somethings comming from the heart If nothing can unite us and nothing's worth a
commercials and it's just a couple years work or war twenty thousand dollars towards a college and career work or war they're in the mail, they're on the phone, it's just a
for a cheap imitation See us we must abide by our labeled limitations They missed the X'd fists, jump kicks in nike There ain't even a pig pile pic or
there's a veteran who's rotting on the side of the street he came home from war and couldn't make ends meet crashing down your life's wasted away as you
on when i'm gone say you want a little fun a ghastly blast on the kid with the gun this crazy thing, well its no act "oh what a night" reads his epitaph
priests are full of shit some are alcoholics, some molest kids take cash donations in the name of god what a fucking brilliant fraud a pregnant nun
to the system you'll turn into a clone if you can stand on your beliefs then you can stand alone people say they want a change and talk up to no end and
loud with no crowd to mind Four walls are all in which confide Peoples pressure, a mental tether A police lock pole on the wrong side of your door It's a
We don't need anything from you And we've got nothing left to prove AGT Crew, AGT we see through We want our part in something new Something pure, something
In a faulty forum where spineless minds corrupt A smile, a product sold with no rewind It's the perfect kid for the braindead shits You're missed, what a shock A