me, millions died for a color'd cloth on a pole knee deep Children fight so buerocrats can have a seat Inflations up the dollars down war means economy He's
and Malcomb gets arrrested for publicity So let it Rock and Let it sex the fetish in the Punk rock is left fo dead At each others throat they couldn'
a drink Always a better man that I Thats why the saints were always marchin in EvenWhen their was no luck in sight so who's to know? when's our time
left alone I cannot redeem it all m its still some other day Planet life is far to short to let you bother me It's in the drink it's in the shame I won
Crash, Rats in a Trap Hyper Me back, Won't let me crash Clean off yer T.V. screens Wipe the film nobody see's eyeball that phoney smirk cuz we've got
Quiet Knocks on the front door delivery eat the liver Pizzas for the stocking killer Feed it to the head in the freezer Ravaging inside the trash they
they've got no pulse , we dance at the speed of sound Get off your asses get off the mattress now Go on back to the rubber room proud ya gotta get back
must repeat repeat after me we're in a tank going know where This is a stage poke me with a stick kick me til i'm dead at least verbally yer the enemy
road there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties The contracts runnin out tonight back to the laundromats
America the beautiful amber waves of race Constitues equality don't dub us left or right Tora! Tora! Tora! [4x] Freedoms just another verb that they
Theres a brand new gig and its called the wig its not for your head its not the jig Lossen up your pants and freak to the beat take a slug of you beer
the Country, it ain't no tis of thee In the Country, I'm proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear'd up For riots against police In the country it's ripping at
