a fucking tool Society?Stabiliser, Reality?Disguiser The lives you steal, the things you do cashing in on your lies On and on and on and on.Your
seem essential to have some form of control? Positive, political, A-plus powerful, don't mean anything unless it's thoughtful, if we don't care about what's going on
The fifties and the sixties is where it all started, rebuilding of a continent destroyed by war, unlimited opportunities for the industry. "As long
I've been thinking about what we used to say about the ignorance with which we used to preach the vegetarian way. But as years go by always looking
Gotta get away gotta get away gotta get away gotta get away
I'm gonna tell you a story about these people I know it ain't exactly happy?it just proves to you that: Progress is holy in our culture and any means
turn away strangely enough, it does not distract them God on TV only seems to attract them! I am not blind for what's on I'll be zappin' on your
It has got to stop. It's gotta stop. We've gotta stop Who cares about a bandname Who cares about a shirt Who cares about Nations on fire?when racism
no stoppin' My alliance droppin' science on the radio poppin' it One top ten again, Run's gonna win again Jay's gonna spin again, on the FM again I coulda
Out of the midst of history He'll come again Sailing on ships across the sea To a wounded nation Signs of a savior Like fire on the water It's what we
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin' Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin' For the world Left the furl in the dope man, on the set Cause
in the light Will echo in their ears tonight For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens The clan fires are burning in the highlands again
man named Kennedy Would be the leader of the nation, be the one to take command The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy lived to fight again Smoke and fire
wolves we are the keepers of the fire which will burn down the heavens the trumpets are singing and with the rhythm of the drums we are stepping down on
Keepers Of The Fire Which Will Burn Down The heavens The Trumpets Are Singing And With The Rhythm Of The Drums We Are Stepping Down On This World It
my cash quick (Come on) Log on you better grab onto somethin' Because I'm 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch (Come on) Now you hear
was murdered in the night I knew Salah al-Din and rode his swift Arabians Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen And once again against
and everyday is a new strain of slaughter supply lines are less protected evil on all sides eye can smell the death on your flesh -- creeping in
