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lock your doors, lock it tight it's the new immoral right they wanna cleanse the home of the brave for the master race of the usa it's so beautiful on the street you won't know them like a pack of wolves in sheeps' clothing spreading wide, spreading far not just another false alarm it's so beautiful america -- i got my bible america -- i got my handgun america -- now i'm ready america -- home of the brave america - and the home of the slaves america -- now i'm ready but are you?
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all the prison walls we won't let them stand i got to burn them down. up against the wall - there's no way they won't make me go there's no way no one judges me there's no way nobody wants them all the prison walls - burn it down. we won't let them stand - burn it down i got to burn them down - burn it down
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the cops are kickin' in the door at 5. everyone was wasted out of their minds. wake up boy, let's see some i.d. guess it's deportation time for me. another murder in hollywood. why won't you tell use what the hassle's about. i'm half asleep, an' now i'm freakin' out. what's that you say, there's a murder down below. it happens every day in the land of snow. another murder in hollywood. in hollywood, there's murders everyday, macho men killing all the gays. street gangs fight until the end. ripoff dealers kill their friends. crazy cops, kill for kicks. psycho city has them in grips. life is cheap
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I'm sitting here with a sharpened blade. sitting here with a loaded guns. with my back to the sun just waiting for you. waiting for you. just waiting for you. waiting for you. i'm still waiting for you
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you call us weirdos, you call us crazy. you say we're evil, you say we're lazy. you say we're just the violent type. kinda dumb not too bright. [Chorus:] we don't care what you say - fuck you! we don't care what you say - fuck you! you tell your friends that we're really sick. short hair fags on a commie trip. you should know cause your so cool. number one, nobody's fool [Chorus] so come on man, ya better jump right in. this is one game that everybody's in. don't care where ya been, don't care how ya look. it's hell fire man, ya really gotta cook. [Chorus] fuck you!
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i don't really care, what they say i don't really care, what they do i just know i'm sick of this crowd and of you the cops they took me and beat me blue it wasn't what i was or what i do it was just being alive i took a chance on the other side got off this downhill slide stopped wasting my time had a dream saw a scheme saw a man hang on a beam next thing was, i woke up screaming it wasn't what i was, or what i do it wasn't anything to do with you it was just, not dreaming
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you lie, you love to lie. bull and brag, screw around chorus: liar for hire-do anything. liar for hire-use anything. liar for hire-do anything. liar for hire. get out, get out, gotta get you out. get you out of here, get rid of you. nobody wants you, nobody needs you, nobody's gonna die for you. nobody wants you, nobody needs you, nobody's gonna die or you (chorus) backwards: jerry falwell eats shit at the foot of the devil and loves it! you just cut, cut yourself off, you don't count, count anymore. you were a friend, i trusted you, i trusted you, trust no more (chorus)
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You just can't mold me
I'll be what I wanna be And I'll see what I wanna see Even if two plus two you means three you can't hold me You know my name You got my number I'm just a somethin' You wanna put under When I'm a walkin' Down the empty street You put up a barrier That I have to meet You send me a message You want me to stop The things I'm takin' From what you got Your talk-talk-a-talkin' Bout what I do But ya better stop pushin' Or it'll be all over for you |
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apartment walls, halls are small government building site much too small, these tiny boxes won't let me out these tiny boxes are remote it's a screaming mess television city dream robot's eyes gleam in your future dream it's not fate or change it's the money in the bank burn their timber and gather their bricks drive'em into the fire, the bloody dicks it's a screaming mess and i am the prisoner, prisoner, prisoner it's not fate or chance kick some body in the face burn their timber and gather their bricks drive'em into the fire, the bloody dicks
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shut it down! we're tired, yeah, tired of workin'. yeah, workin' for nothin'. we all want, what we got comin'. all we need is a break, come on take a break. everything is not all right and there's no end in sight. you can call it, whatcha like. come on, stand up for your rights. stand up, stand and unite. it's time for a general strike. we been out, breakin' our backs. been out workin' gettin' no slack. all week long, payin' those bills. that's just the people, that still got a job. what about the rest of us, on the soupline. stand up, stand, stand and unite. it's time for a general strike. stand up, stand and unite. it's time!!!
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race riot, don't buy it, kkk don't even try it. race riot, don't buy it we don't want that crap. no-no-no. pigs an' sticks on the street, they won't listen so they gotta go.
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