time to make a stand time to have our say don't buckle under get in the way 'cause there's many ears to listen and many hands to help time to wake them up and give the liars hell [Chorus:] when your face the storm you won't stand alone we'll all fight back with every stone not just for yourdelf we do it for all reach out for our help you won't stand alone they'll line you up to listen in front of tv and make you feel lucky 'cause you've something to eat and you'll pee in a jar just to keep your job unless you're downsized like another useless cog [Chorus:] they climb the corporate ladder they take the kickback they'd sell out their memories they can go to hell [Chorus:]
[Chorus:] it's groundhog day come out of your hole it's groundhog day stick your head up you finally come out but you see your shadow you're afraid of the crowd so you run and hide [Chorus:] you circle around you start to shiver i wonder why you came out at all [Chorus:] give it chance step out your hole your lack of spine is keeping us cool [Chorus:]
i take a look now, i take a look back at how i was shut up, yeah, i followed the pack i learned that, i wasn't up to specs i was disappointing, i was circumspect [Chorus:] mommy mommy you always thought i was useless daddy daddy i'll never be your extension mommy mommy i always got in the way daddy daddy i'll never live, live up to that i'm sorry i ain't no doctor or lawyer i'm sorry i ain't no big boss wanker i guess there was too much direction i guess there was too much correction [Chorus:] ain't it funny, i love what you hate ain't it funny, you loathe what i know is great
what is god, well i don't know it what is faith, they try hard to sow it what are lies, i think i've heard them from the preachers cross, i think he burned them what is hate, is it a holy war you can get it anytime, they've got it stored what is dogma, just step in line so it can blind you by design [Chorus:] if there's god why does he sit on his butt instead of saving the devoted he just spawns fanatical nuts torture and murder keep the world spinnin' 'round if there's god he's fallen down i look a little, god's work is disturbing i look a little more, i see his flock hurting i look a little harder, i see a child tortured by a devotee who's become a vulture i watch them bow to the devotion i watch them kill the dissention i watch them force their blindness, their blindness on you [Chorus:]
world falls apart, falls apart there's a mean streak in the air it's a hearttlessness that's being taught you read and hear about it and the safety net that's being dropped there's an old man rotting in a wheelchair there's a single mom with two starving kids there's an abused girl who ran away and they havee all hit the skids our world falls apart in vancouver ain't no compassion, just pawns in the game we all fall apart on the eastside our world falls apart, falls apart you can sleep in a dumpster and eat from a garbage can they're used to be jobs now there's a food bank man i never met anybody who wanted nothin' i never met anybody who wanted to be a victim i never met anybody who wanted to be kicked but i sure know a lot of scapegoats our world falls apart in toronto ain't no compassion, just pawns in the game we all fall apart on the eastside our world falls apart, falls apart they call it justice it's a phony war that nobody wins you can't throw a bandaid at poverty's kin it's a phony war that nobody wins there's a bureaucart who's trying to save his ass there's a politician who wants to look tough there's a tv station that helps to spin the lies and dying people who got it too rough our world falls apart in montreal ain't no compassion, just pawns in the game in montreal we all fall apart on the eastside our world falls apart, falls apart
we're gonna tell you what to do we're gonna tell you where to be we're gonna tell you who you should know we're gonna tell you where to go [Chorus:] i won't do it - yes you will you can't make me - yes we can i won't do it - yes you will it's a brainwash brainwash, brainwash it's a brainwash we will make you believe we will make you crawl inside we will make you twist and vomit we will make you wish you were dead [Chorus:] we have to run your life we have to take your soul we have to crush your spirit we have to have control i got no choice - no you don't i got no right - no you don't i got no choice - no you don't [Chorus:]
all the goodness packed in a can it's a retrial harvest with a forever lifespan a modern miracle worthy of praise you could leave it outside for a couple more days let it crust over 'til a good rubbery skin adds texture to keep the juices locked in then before long, with a bit of luck you'll be chewing on your protein hockey puck throw it up in the air place it in your underwear i'm not trying to be rude just remember - it's not really good food, it's a term they use they're trying to confuse, abuse us delude us into thinking what comes in the can is made of beef or ham packed by uncle spam for consumption for the founction of selling carp found on killing floors yeah, i'm a carnivore but waste waste lost it's meaning by concealing not revealing that it's not really good food, it's a term they use they're trying to confuse, abuse us delude us into thinking smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat smeat
saddle up for frontier justice hang'em high on the dusty plain make no mistake friend the outlaws will come back again yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!!!!!!! they killed the natives and they killed each other they shot them in the back too many to keep track the used a six-gun that's how the west was won so i went way out west to feel the legend so i pulled into a truckadero i saw garth brooks with some lonesome steer but they wouldn't let me lynch that yuppie cowboy that really left a tear in my beer i said where's ringo and jesse james where's wyatt earp and john wayne where's clint eastwood and lorne green i'd like to meet them all way down in abilene they would make a stand, like the rifleman he would shoot them down with a shotgun in his hand if they gone wacko like the ones in waco so pass me a bilbe and cross of rio grando so they threw me out of the truckadero while garth brooks rode that lonesome steer they said they loved yuppie cowboy that really left a tear in my beer home, home on the range where the deer and the antelope play where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not clously all day these plastic cowboys wouldn't stand a chance against the vigilantes from old montana they'd be swinging from an old pine tree they'd mess their pants and their boots would fill with pee they don't know the james gang or doc holiday if they met sitting bull they would run away and if they met geronimo that would be the end and little annie oakley would shoot'em in the head these phoneys never crossed the red river they never got clse to ann margaret's liver or the chisholm trial on a cattle drive a thounsand head of steer, oh my gawd
it don't matter that you'd like to see me yeah, you'd like to see me die I know that you wanna squash my spirit but i'm gonna let my spirit fly and it don't matter that's my blood my blood you'd like to spill 'cause it won't stop me from fighting i'll keep crawling up the hill [Chorus:] you can't walk over me you work me, try to make me bleed i'll stand in your way, everyday & every way 'cause you can't walk over me I only need one good reason one good reason to stick around there's no use trying to find me i've dissapeared underground 'til I sneak above the surface an' throw a wrench in the works you wanna make an example out of me it won't work, it just won't work [Chorus:] I know you got my file and you're closing in on fire but I got, I got to warn you there's a lot of us than you, you can see [Chorus:]
i got a noose around my neck it's gettin' tight as it can get the floor is dropping but i can't quit get this noose off my neck i'm not ready to die i got a noose around my neck i keep on running but i meet the dead and the dead, they are my friends get this noose off my neck it won't catch me this time yeah, i'm swinging now dangling above the ground my feet are six feet in the air and i'm losing breath swingin' 'round and 'round i know what i got to do get this noose off my neck the hangman's head is looking black my friend are dead, can't bring them back get this rope of my neck it won't catch me this time