for u to pay for what you've made we realized we are more powerful than all of you with our voices we will destroy your golden thrones we are the angry army
time for u to pay for what you've made we realized we are more powerful than all of you with our voices we will destroy your golden thrones we are the angry army
Who killed Bambi? Who killed Bambi? Who killed Bambi? Who killed Bambi? Who killed Bambi? Who killed Bambi? He killed Bambi, he killed Bambi Murder, murder Someone should be angry
The fittest are surviving much less often Now everything seems to be reversing, and it's worsening Someone flopped a steamer in the gene pool Now angry
, Henny has made me in waitin' they gon' lock me up under the basement I'm a one man army, marine and navy you done made me angry I'm crazy, insane, and
you for your blood For they are strong and angry jealous ones Or lay upon my altar now your love I fear my time is short There are armies moving close
offendin me Fuckin' with Lil' Italy, who I consider my family I might get up set, and y'all won't like me when I'm angry All the Air Force, Army, Navy
Shifting light outlines my battered form. Stranger to the world, alone in my abandonment. A gaining army of white horses, stark warning before the icy
days In a new place Welcome to Europe come on in One ignorant inquisition The Spanish killed those who weren't Christian The pogroms were an imposition Forced out by the angry
Where they ran from an angry god Then settled into Triple Stacked apartment row Yes the husband came next Then young children test No doubt she cared so well Fed an army
a piece of paper And I was no different than anybody else That's what you do when you do what I do And my father served in the army in the 50's He lost
em live phony If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie Whats mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie
em live phony If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie Whats mine is their I gotta give homie and yeah We still a army in this bitch homie
let em live phony If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie Whats mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie
Life or trifle, Henny has made me in waitin' they gon' lock me up under the basement I'm a one man army, marine and navy you done made me angry I
this town we all go to terminal pubs It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life From this town the English army grind their teeth into glass You
every colour of confusion You are all the silence I've become Love me for Stupid reasons I like those most Wide-eyed but Worth believing God knows Damn the angry