Spend a lifetime working for these people To make what they earn in one day There are options to choose, I call it social progress Progress to not be
A N A R C H Y Go He says that for the punk rock scene he'd give his fucking life But he only ever paid to see a show once, maybe twice Instead he stands
Whoa oh, whoa oh Whoa oh, whoa oh I woke up sweat soaked in the morning I was mourning freedom buried deep, mourning freedom buried deep In tickers and
Recruited by the NSA, my orders to talk smooth and straight If heads of state try to say 'No', I lovingly told them 'Fuck you' The jackals lose when
We have no rights and i am pissed the bill of rights does not exist this whole system is a lie This system we should defy Class Plague [x4] Society
she's always askin' him what he wants to do how many times does he have = to say, he's fucking confused? he'd run away but they're nowhere else to = run
The hearse marches into work, in black and white uniform Dressed for that funeral, not a fly viewing his burial Yeah see those reclaiming, through revolving
our thoughts and our lives controlled by pocket books of rich politicians, like a rich daddy warbux they pay for the deaths of those who speak of revolution
Get ready to, make a stand Get ready to, make a stand 'Cause if, we don't, fuckin', do it Then no one's goin' to, no Have you seen the scene on the street
Our thoughts and our lives Controlled by pocket books Of those politicians Like a rich Daddy Warbux They pay for the deaths of those Who speak of a revolution
The herd marches in to work In black and white uniform Dressed for their funeral Nine to five viewing and burial The CEO's wrangle 'em in Through revolving
You think your dad was fuckin' great You always told me, "He's fuckin' great" I am gonna buy you this And I am gonna buy you that Your daddy was a fuckin
he thinks because he's got spikes on his leather, that he's the punkest,he thinks he's better! he walks around with his nose in the air, the only
16 year old girl, in a hollow cooped up place Just looking for some prettiness But the cuts in her arm don't pay for her, very pretty view In her mind
When all you need was a little motivation They pointed fingers and yelled dead generation When all you need was a little care You get nothing but an old
Depleted uranium is used on the ends of bullets And on the ends of shells because it is so hard Almost any armament is vulnerable To something that is
gulp, gulp, gulp i want to drink more beer until i puke drink drank punk = i'm so cool i can drink so much i can drink more than you drink drank = punk