| Lyrics | Song |
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| I don't need your world control and the opinion of the inner elite | |
| Back from the eastern wars they tell you what they've seen | |
| And your eyes too big for your belly is weak | |
| And the sun will set sad and sick, break these chains I don't want them no more | |
| Cause the bottles not empty, cause your voices are all there | |
| No one's asking for hangman's tree, they just looking for something true to believe | |
| They came in truck with their iron wrath driving this country to its dying breath | |
| Downwind they come up lonely, all hungry for the kill | |
| The journey must continue, it does not start or end here | |
| Don't underestimate the fate of preordained malice | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| They trampled the voice of the path that's ceasing us | |
| At the foot of this pile on Gideon's bed she gave me a needlepoint motorbike | |
| Chad Everett Turnpike take me past Manchester down to Mass | |
| A semi just jack knifed on the turnpike | |
| A poor man fights and dies for what a rich man only believes | |
| Anatole do you have to keep on telling me that this time will pass you | |
| Well my friends, gather round. It seems my mind's not so sound. | |
| And they come from the leaders but we say we never lead | |
| Where are the Americans now that they fractured your country? | |
| I had to come and arrest you from your sleep. You see you got too many promises to keep. | |
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