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Survival
03:37
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Strong like a mountain, bending like a reed
Got a loathsome burden and a vicious mouth to feed
They can take what they want and when they want they can take a lot
While we hold on for our fucking lives
We kick hard and we cut like knives. Gotta tear it down, turn it all around!
It’s called survival. It’s called survival, baby
Ain’t no denying we’re just surviving, baby
Gotta get us hope, keep us off our knees
Got no fuel to burn, got no air to breathe
Never asked for a decadent life and it ain’t about the means
‘bout the only thing we know is the only thing they fear
We got a terror inside that you know burns up the atmosphere
Gotta tear it down, turn it all around!
It’s called survival. It’s called survival, baby
Ain’t no denying we’re just surviving, baby
Gotta get us hope, keep us off our knees
We’ve got the will, they got the means!
This world will sunder somewhere between!
Masters of plight, ready to fight!
Vendors of greed, time to take heed!
We are the weed you planted as a seed!
We still laugh, we still cheer, we are victorious, we’re still here:
It’s called survival. It’s called survival, baby
Ain’t no denying we’re just surviving, baby
Gotta get us hope, keep us off our knees
Wanna be thriving, not just just surviving...
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2. |
Jailbreak
02:24
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I heard 'bout this kid in Watts who ain't hurt no one
Got beat down by the cops then they planted him with a gun
Then the judge say "boy, there's a consequence for what you done"
And since his skin ain't white he ain't never gon' see the sun
They burned down his American dream, and left it smokin' on the interstate
Man wants a better life, moves to Detroit from Kabul
Drivin' hack to feed his family and put his kids through school
Until one day he's arrested with no right to trial
Because Homeland Security put a terror threat on his file
They burned down his American dream, and left it smokin' on the interstate
Chain gang
Think you'll find freedom and justice the American way? Just ask Huey or Mumia or the cats at Guantanamo bay
They make money for every person they put away
So if you ain't rich, you're guilty and they'll throw you in anyway, yeah
So tear down their American dream and leave it smokin' on the inter...
Break outta their American dream and leave it smokin' on the inter...
Burn, burn down their American dream and leave it smokin' on the interstate
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Lions
04:08
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Lions! Got to feed 'em like lions.
Like lions! Got a hunger like lions!
Can you hear them coming, marching hard against the plain?
Dust clouds welling up like it's 'bout to rain.
Banners flying, filling the whole damn sky with dread
Soon the rivers here'll be running red!
Lions! Got to feed 'em like lions.
Like lions! Got a hunger like lions!
No Mercy for the meek, no pity for the poor,
Just a hearty appetite, always hungrier than before!
Slaves to their drives with an instinct for insanity.
A cruel inheritance for a hopeless humanity.
Lions! Got to feed 'em like lions.
Like lions! Got a hunger like lions!
And when their bellies
Can't hold no more
And the master's dying
On his killing floor
Will we all turn 'round
And walk away
Or will another
Rise again that day
'Cause we're too blind to find another way?
We just can't seem to get away…
From lions! Got to feed 'em like lions!
Like lions! Got a hunger like lions!
Lions! Got to feed 'em like lions.
Like lions! Got a hunger like lions!
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Kamikaze
02:27
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I am the glory
I am God's wrath
I am the soldier walking down the chosen path
My name is vengeance
Courage is my creed
My immolation is the highest of all deeds
I am divine wind:
I am Kamikaze! Kamikaze
You shake in terror
And spit my name
Without your weapons maybe you would be the same
My heart is Christian
Hindu, Muslim, Jew
I am from Jaffna, Berlin, Gaza, or Beirut
I am the shahid:
I am Kamikaze! Kamikaze!
Loyalty and honour into death!
Loyalty and honour on through death!
Kamikaze!
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The Deserter
03:50
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Looking through the cracks at the whitened, bloody corpses
Of the children who came to hide from our superior morality
With my stomach turning like the blade of a blender
I force it back inside me
I beamed my pride vociferously, but I still eat their agony - oh!
We keep on telling ourselves that we're so fucking civilized
And that every action we take is somehow something we can justify
But I know why those rockets fire, ‘cause I've seen life inside the wall
And you know it don't leave any of us with much of an alibi at all
I've got to get right out of here
Just pack my shit and disappear
Gotta get right out of this place
Find my self in another space
And for a holy land a true saint is so hard to find
We’ve got the bloody truth dripping down our fingers and it don't feel right
You can dedicate this hate to whatever you need to make you feel OK
But I've got no more inside of me and I've just got to get away
I've got to get right out of here
Just pack my shit and disappear
Gotta get right out of this place
Find my self in another space
I've got to get right out of here
Just pack my shit and disappear
Gotta get right out of this place
Find my self in another space
I've got to get right out of here
Just pack my shit and disappear
Gotta get right out of this place
Disappear without a trace!
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6. |
Bait and Switch
03:32
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No one noticed when the discourse started to spin
The story that matters getting buried alive beneath the mass of ad hominem
True reality TV, a confectionary for your eyes
A good ol’ fashioned spectacle is always better than lies
Manufactured celebrities, cult of personalities
Government win public fail
Tiger chases its own tail
Corporate culture sprouting seeds
Obsessed with triviality
Ambassadorial duplicity, loathing of democracy
Dictator regimes, splitting wide at the seams beneath the weight of their hypocrisy
Oh, but the gossip burns the ears and titillates all of the senses
Like ‘dozers rolling over the story, left whitewashed and defenseless
Abandon all causality, escalating casualties
Government win public fail
Tiger chases its own tail
Corporate culture sprouting seeds
Obsessed with triviality
Hold fast! Don’t buy the trick! Don’t!
Don’t fall for the bait and switch.
We gotta see past, see through all the shit.
We gotta move on, move on, move on...
Fight forward! Open your mouth! Shout!
‘til counter-bullshit discourse resounds.
Up! Up now! Get up with your voice!
We gotta move on, move on, up and out!
Public win government fail
Tiger biting its own tail
Social culture sprouting seeds
Sturdy, vibrant polity!
Up now! Get up with with your voice! Up! Up! Up!
Fight forward! Open your mouth! Shout! Shout! Shout!
Up now! Get up with with your voice! Up! Up! Up!
Fight forward! Open your mouth! Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout!
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7. |
Axe to Grind
03:10
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The same old tricks have worked for years
Built upon our deepest, darkest fears
With the public trust misplaced
Democracy's been erased, our country laid to waste
And I will not digress
From this illicit mess
Party lines have not been kind and I have got an axe to grind
Let loose your axe and swing away
The same old tricks have worked for years
Dividing ridings with unequal peers
From poll to poll they deck the halls
Heretics and robocalls
We stand on guard for nothing at all
And I will not digress
From this illicit mess
Party lines have not been kind and I have got an axe to grind
Off with his head, make sure he's dead
We can't just sit around
Stand up and make a sound
And I will not digress
From this illicit mess
Party lines have not been kind and I have got an axe to grind
Let loose your axe and swing away
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“Farewell, Mohammed, for we will avenge you.
We will mourn your life today, but tomorrow we will run them through"
The autocrat he rises so high up in his throne
For his ignorance and his decadence his terror he will be shown
You didn’t know that it would cause a chain reaction
How could you have foreseen that you would light the fuse
The little grocer man from Sidi Bouzid up in a smoky haze
His broken heart, a little spark to shake the world and stoke our rage
Farewell to the systems of corruption and tyranny
Donning shackles of our own fear through a filter of the enemy
But now you cannot tell me. No, now I won’t be told
Who I should hate to uphold the state ‘cause now I have grown so bold
You didn’t know that it would cause a chain reaction
How could you have foreseen that you would light the fuse
The little grocer man from Sidi Bouzid gone in a smoky haze
His broken heart, a little spark that could ignite our rage
You didn’t know that it would cause a chain reaction
How could you have foreseen that you would light the fuse
The little grocer man from Sidi Bouzid up in a smoky haze
His broken heart, a little spark that could then ignite our rage
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9. |
Lively Dead
03:54
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The morning washes away the lies as promise opens her eyes
With guilty ghosts up in the air she falls back in the nightmare
She’s trying so hard to wake up...
And what her blood requires makes her palms perspire.
Addiction takes away from her ability to conquer
She sold her luck to the living
She sold her luck to the lively dead
And she just can’t stop giving
Into the voices in her head.
And she wants so badly to be dry...
And when it rains, it really pours into her wounds and in her sores.
And all the guilty ghosts above become the people she loved
She sold her luck to the living
She sold her luck to the lively dead.
And she just can’t stop giving into the voices in her head.
She sold her luck to the living
She sold her luck to the lively dead
And she just can’t stop giving
Into the voices in her head
She sold her luck to the living
She sold her luck to the lively dead
She just can’t stop feeding
The monster that needs to be fed
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