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But lift your face, the western way, baby Build your muscles as your body decays
Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alien nation.
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all That you can't trust freedom When it's not in your hands When everybody's fightin' For their promised land
Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That there is not much left of me
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear
Ninety-nine dreams I have had Every one a red balloon Now it's all over and I'm standin' pretty In this dust that was a city
Countdown, to the very end, Equality, an invitation that we wont extend
Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born.
And I can see those fighter planes, across the mud huts where the children sleep, through the alleys of a quite city street
Bang bang goes the broken glass and Kill all the fags that don't agree Trials by fire, setting fire Is not a way that's meant for me
Of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug If you never know truth then you never know love
And we're all to blame, We've gone too far, From pride to shame, We're trying so hard, We're dying in vain, We're hopelessly blissful and blind To all we are, We want it all with n
Waiting, for your modern messiah To take away all the hatred That darkens the light in your eye Still awaiting, I Liberate your mind You ****, you're so narrow-minded So na
Heirs of a cold war That's what we've become Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb Crazy, I just can not bare I'm living with something that just isn't fair
LyricsArtistSong Title
the pigs have won tonight now they can all sleep soundly and everything is all right
There is a blue one who can't accept the green one For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one And different strokes for different folks
In your head, in your head they are fighting, With their tanks and their bombs, And their bombs and their guns. In your head, in your head, they are crying...
I say **** authority Silent majority Raised by the system Now it's time to rise against them We're sick of your treason Sick of your lies **** no, we won't listen We're gonna open
Redemption songs Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy
God save the queen We mean it man And there is no future In England's dreaming
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they and i **** on your face ya, now you're under control And now you do what they taught ya, now you
We're gonna drop from the sky like a killer tornado Here we are again my friends We're back in Vietnam Back in Vietnam
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
We can change the world Re-arrange the world It's dying ... if you believe in justice It's dying ... and if you believe in freedom It's dying ... let a man live his own life It's d
There's battle lines being drawn Nobody's right if everybody's wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind
Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby? Can you tell me where he's gone? I thought I saw him walkin' up over the hill With Abraham, Martin, and John
Here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of t
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be
As the madmen play on words And make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions To make a better kind of gun

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