world with these four strings I play Is all I got for you Line 'em up and we'll knock 'em down 24 hour roadside resistance And they're always out of tune All
Where the fuck's my freedom? Uncle sam says not today. Thats the price you pay Living in the U.S.A.
't let it grow. He ain't allowed to call. Ripped the flyers off her wall. Of that mohawked boy. They fucking blame it all. All ages show. Forbidden city tonight. It's all
Black beans on the stove, malta in my hands Tears in Alba's eyes as she dreams of a far away land "I've been stripped of my country, I've been spit on
Couldn't get in the show We had nowhere to go Hangin' out in the street We were just out havin' fun In the Miami heat We were just kickin' the shit Four
'cause they The wealthy ruling class, they keep us occupied. They fill our heads with promises, keep changing the rulesthe side of big brother and we all
us all Put us in a position that we don't belong And the media distorts the truth We never had a choice We never had a voice All of our resources have
an armed revolution To overthrow their governmental institution In a world with a dominant minority Capitalizing off the poor The immense majority Consumed with hatred for authority
You can break our bodies, But our will, it just cannot be broken, Still you hide behind these barricades, You will never know. Just how it feels when
was crazy. No pushed to the edge. They all comfort the children the hallways are red. And the bullies know the truth but it's all left unsaid. The children
corporations won't compromise All fall down We all fall down All fall down All fall down All fall down And we all fall down We all fall down All fall
hell did it all go wrong? Where did we go wrong? Where the hell did it all go wrong? Where did we go wrong? Where the hell did it all go wrong? Where
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don't you try to obstruct us And now you're a target for us Whistleblower, you're a whistleblower I heard you commit the truth Your integrity protects us all
I'm not gonna bend to fit society I'm not gonna remove what's deep inside of me money's your god its got no hold on me a puppet on a string is all you
Every day the brainwash trend, repeating the words put into my head never thinkin about what they mean monotone, like a damn machine i stood in line,
happens much too much too often her bed he visits when he's drunk and it feels more like a coffin - and if she gouged out of his fuckin` eyes would it help him see all
Johnny's pissed of at the institute of social oppression he's had enough & he can't take no more johnny's so tired of being held down by the system the
