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2004 Lyrics of Dissent

 
 
Helmschmied
17:56 / 05.11.04
Terror in America, by GG Allin

Put terror in America every day
Don't play by the rules of society
It's time to start a war against the nation
Sabotage and overthrow the power station

Sabotage downtown streets
Overthrow government, kill police
Burn the flag for which it stands
Terrorize american lands

I will not act civilized
Morals and values, I cast aside
It's tough for a guy, homicide
Kill with fury, kill with pride

Sabotage downtown streets
Overthrow government, kill police
Burn the flag for which it stands
Terrorize american lands

I'm not about to be another statistic
Another notch in the lawman's gun
Another convict on the police hit list
I'm gonna kill when I see them come

Sabotage downtown streets
Overthrow government, kill police
Burn the flag for which it stands
Terrorize american lands

This land is yours and mine to rape
Kill the man who stands in the way
Laws and boundaries must be crushed
Running wild in America's dust

Sabotage downtown streets
Overthrow government, kill police
Burn the flag for which it stands
Terrorize american lands



Brutality and Bloodshed for All, by GG Allin

B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
I pledge allegiance to disobedience
For which I stand
One nation swimming in blood
One nation living in sin
Death on every city street corner
No laws to keep us down
Every church a slaughterhouse
Every courtroom a vicious shoot out
A pig hanging from every flagpole
A knife shoved up the systems asshole
No future for the moralists
No future for the weak
From the shadows within my soul
I cry for brutality and bloodshed for all
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
I pledge allegiance to disobedience
For which I stand
One nation swimming in blood
One nation living in sin
Death on every city street corner
No laws to keep us down
Every church a slaughterhouse
Every courtroom a vicious shoot out
A pig hanging from every flagpole
A knife shoved up the systems asshole
No future for the moralists
No future for the weak
From the shadows within my soul
I cry for brutality and bloodshed for all
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
A pig hanging from every flagpole
A knife shoved up the systems asshole
No future for the moralists
No future for the weak
From the shadows within my soul
I cry for brutality and bloodshed for all
A pig hanging from every flagpole
A knife shoved up the systems asshole
No future for the moralists
No future for the weak
From the shadows within my soul
I cry for brutality and bloodshed for all
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
B-l-o-o-d-s-h-e-d now!
 
 
Jack Fear
18:27 / 05.11.04
If you're talking about destruction, don't you know that you can count me out?
 
 
Papess
18:29 / 05.11.04
Pirahna Pool - Blue Rodeo

Leaning over the pirahna pool
You just, wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of obilivion

So you'd rather been an opera star
At the turn of the century
You never asked for this miracle gift
A genius in the military
You're truly suprised with your success
Hangin' out with the judges and the corprote heads
You never anticipate the final toll
Still shining all your medals
For the final curtain call

You're always talking about the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you

Leaning over the pirahna pool
You just, wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of obilivion

You're always talking about the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
 
  
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