| Suffer O.k. now you’ve hit the final nerve And from this track I won’t swerve Your richy ways are near an end So take a look around my ex- friend. In the modern world we need a ditch Though if you build it you're the bitch Always trying to check the rage As they work for minimum wage. Chorus: High a top money mountain the richy kids look down, Suffer (Ye) Ditch diggers Look mommy dirty worker, must be a dirty clown. Suffer (Ye) Ditch diggers Cry and moan when the pipes don’t fit But piss on those that move the shit Who you think's so funny? Not like your daddy when he counts his money. When will the world reflect On how a pencil pusher gets respect. On how the wealth they don’t create They might as well just masturbate. Bridge: Shoveling, shoveling, dirt…….make real wealth Hammering, hammering nails…….we can..bring it down Bitter Through all the rose buds we only smell the stink. Blue skies don’t blind our basement ceiling eyes. Very few have everything we only got the sink. Never found the hidden truths just dime a dozen lies. Always uncover bones, but never the missing link. The rich scream for joy while we’re left with only sighs. Chorus: You can say we’re bitter. But we haven’t given up the fight. We may know only darkness now But soon we’ll storm the light. We may know only darkness now Soon we’ll storm the light. Some prick plays the game, we don’t even have a ball. Some one hits fifth gear, our cars only stall. Waiting for the resurrection, living in the fall. Poor richy out on valiums while we’re full blown insane. Snooze it up on first class, lucky we’re on the plane. They build themselves monuments we don’t even leave a stain. Thermidor You were the anti Christ you were anarchist. You fought the power you raised your fist. You fought oppression you socialist. Now it’s money money money and a gold watch on your wrist. Chorus: Beware, the Thermidor Every soul wants to sell itself Beware, the Thermidor We must be strong To stay the course! You played your music loud you played your music fast You knew you weren’t the first, you hoped your weren’t the last Thought the worst times were all in the past Now your just a broken bone in need of a cast Chorus: You think you lost your mind - insane. You think you lived your life - in vain. You thought that youthful struggle - was on the wane. Your going to put yourself in a world of pain. ½ Chorus Fucked in Effigy What the fucked you do - I said I love you! What the fucked you do - you said I love you too! What the fuck were you doing with him last night. What the fuck you think I do when turn out the light. Chorus: See you sittin’ all alone, With some son of bitch I don’t know You say you love only me, Why I’m I being fucked in effigy? (2x) Why do think you were the only one - from the start? Why do think you’re the only one - in my heart? Why do enjoy driving me into a fit? Why do enjoy treating me like a piece of shit? Dead Take another stab of needles pinch - Drain the vein, inject inch by inch Punk is junk another train in vain - Verse after verse of another stale refrain Rebels doped out in shopping carts - Finishing the story never knew the start Beggin' change, screaming anarchy - Is this what we thought we could be? Little fever run it's course, Nothing's punk but the corpse - Punk is dead. Just another riff chunked for green - Pocket the corporate kill paper scene Pencil in the top ten you mohawked lout - No hair, mean stare in the bank account. Just another coffin grave guitar - Bass another 7 inch towards the stars Stupid monkey puppets scream - Sing the death knell, end this dream! Playa Giron Here come the Yankees, Here come the Gusanos- All come to do as they please. Here come the Yankees, Here come the Gusanaos - All come to die on their knees, Here come the heroes, the real Cubanos - Gonna cut the throat of imperialismo. Here come the heroes, the real Cubanos - Gonna fight for socialismo. Never gonna give up, never gonna back down, can you hear the sound? Playa Giron. Never gonna give up, never gonna back down, can you hear the sound? Gonna do it again. Nest Comes a time for revolution Destiny to change the institution The July 26ths took the only solution *Comes a time to take the test The heart to take the machine gun nest Time to end the contradiction You think you have Che's conviction? * Only through the fighters blood will we break the chains - Ammo - Time to check your constitution A rebels born from evolution Of struggles fought to conclusion * Che fought til the battle won Got to drop the medicine and grab the gun * Only through the fighters blood will we break the chains Red Rock Just a little stone who's time has come Pull out the flags and strike the drum The futures ours, revolution... Proletarian Break loose those chains, time to get up Strike the chord cause soon we'll erupt The futures ours, revolution...Proletarian Got to move the books, got to spread the word Through the workers ears we must be heard Got to move the books, got to spread the word, Cause this time, for the whole world, we can't fail! Killing Drastic I break me down to Build you up to Set you free. I give it up to Gain you time so Through the shit you will see And I feel it inside everyway You dying outside in vain Laying down the gun, giving way Can't bury the spikes and Your pain and drastic drips Past me again and again... I wish I could cry out the fear Kiss out the torture and the pain you feel Clean out the damage and cut out the tear Kill off the drastic and a heart reveal If all I got Is all it takes, Piece by piece you have me whole. It's just a life A desperate chance, A willing price for the toll. Slow Burn Fuse This ain't no mass operation No military demonstration You bring the lead to incomplete Bullet holes in ghosts beneath the sheet *Sparkin' up a slow burn fuse Insta-powder, a future to lose * Ultra gallows hold your noose * You see a crowd I see ones and twos I see the fire of the infantile You burn the surface without the fees.. don't see the forest from the trees Crooked is your line of march.. we need a match and not the torch It's with the workers not miles ahead... where bullet holes will find your head. Little vicars of a thug congregation Missed conception just drippin' menstration On a severed path fist fits the temptation A mouth to criticize, eyes for solicitation C.E.I.I. Coming to you world wide, For multi-tracked slavery High speed racism inside, Super efficiency, for the next century. Chorus: Consolidated, exploitation, international, incorporated (3X) Ask your dad and mom, For what you see on t.v., Big brother on c.d. rom, Better quality, of brutality Round ‘em up, round ‘em up, every little worker wide world round Technology, technology, makes exploitation so much more easy Betrayed Dzhugashvilli’s bureaucracy, Chairman Mao’s anti-democracy, A movements failure tasted, Shameful revolution wasted. Turn your back on the workers state, Left for dead, a capitalist fate, Selling your soul to the power, From a worker’s seed a fascist flower. Chorus: Sick of being betrayed, Of the proletariat played, Of every right wrong made, How long will we be afraid? And now you want to betray me, Turn me inside out for the world to see, Leave me for dead for a game, It should be you that’s left in shame. Aren’t you tired of the world’s deceit? Of feeling in complete retreat? It’s time to resist temptation, Time to fight for a true red nation. Workers’ Power (John B.) We’re beat down, beat down every day Wasting our lives, wasting away They keep us in check, doin’ what they say Barely living on what they pay. Chorus: Now’s the time It’s the hour, Flexing our muscles It’s Workers’ Power The time is now, won’t take anymore My work makes them rich so I can stay poor The youth are starving, so its gonna be a war Cause the system is rotten, rotten to the core. We make their shit, we run their factories We pave the roads, we build the cities, We’re the backbone of the whole economy, So tell Clinton and Dole we ain’t coming for tea. Super Profit Thank you for the pay you’ve given I’ve certainly banked it well. I own your house your lives You call it rent I call it a cash cow. I am your law your government Try to vote I own your polls I am your judges both parties too I tell you exactly how to make me rich The punks, the hippies, hip hopsters too, Make me smile as I sell millions records Tickets, T-Shirts, and MTV too, Rebellion is a hell of an investment. I profit from your apathy I profit from everything you could possibly do You can’t even spot me I’m never in view. The rich are my puppets on strings you can’t see. Chorus: Grave by grave, I am going to let them starve Bullet by bullet, Shot inside the cage I built Grave by grave, I am going to let them starve Bullet by bullet, Let it all fall to pieces (3x) As long as I make Super Profit Our Time Has Come Started in the factory, 18th century, yeah you and me Driven off our land, to work our hand, to enrich the man From birth to graves, in waves and waves, we the wage slaves, Now a new maxim, to destroy the scum, our time has come Our Time Has Come Wage slave’s Freedom We’ll take the street Til our rule is complete Some say let’s go get pissed, all is bliss, slaves don’t exist. We cook the meal, produce the steel, ride on the wheel. And we pick fruit, we sew the suit, work the commute. We won’t succumb, we want freedom, our time has come. Time to join our team, don’t be a machine, victory’s foreseen, It’s a worker’s right, to fight and fight, to see the light. From sea to sea, yeah you and me, we’ll smash the bourgeoisie Up the volume , on a new anthem, our time has come Worker Against Rock (WAR) We work, all day, to earn this shit called pay. Some fuck comes up to me and sez, “Hey man, we don’t want that shit here” A tool, they rule, don’t be a fucking fool. “Hey man, we don’t want that shit here, Working class means drinking beer.” I got something to say, Our revolution is here today, Going to have our politics, have our say. Working Class - do or die! Working Class - that’s you and I, Working Class - do or die! Youth in Struggle The youth are divided, It’s time to enlighten, Like dear ole John Brown we need to get out and start fightin’ The slavery has changed We fight against the wage, From history’s heroes let’s read the next page From Lenin to Rosa, To all those who rose up, We need to fight from when we're born to when are grown up It’s just a song, We all need to sing a long There so much to change, so much shit wrong The Fight Inside I can’t do a fucking thing I can barely even sing All is hate all is sorrow I can’t even see tomorrow I didn’t want this You can have it I can’t escape this It’s entrapment I just got to, Struggle Onward Battle the inside, Ever forward... Fightin’ inside fightin’ fightin’ inside ME My head is under house arrest Thoughts infect, ideas infest End the hate, end the sorrow Fucking gonna see tomorrow Year of the Pig Pigs come to push around, they’ll beat you down. Frame us in a show, put on death row. 41 Shots in your face, 41 for your race. A plunger up your ass, for you class. We can’t take no more Serve the rich, kill the poor. One day we’ll even the score Show you what that badge is for... Shove it up your fucking ass - revolution of the working class Boys in blue down on the street, hired thugs of the rich elite, Racist soldier in a racist war try to hide who they are fighting for, All in all they are just a tool, and won’t be stopped til workers rule. Capital I was just a beaten wage worker A hollowed out commodity Now I found to organize And rip this world apart Work my fingers to the bone To line the bosses pockets full Now I found to organize And rip this world apart Chorus: We’re the ones that pay and pay So they can take it all away Capital, Capital, Capital We’re the ones that work and slave So we can watch our world decay Being different don’t mean shit When division is oppressions tool Now it’s time to unite and fight And set yourself apart. Sit around and dye your hair green, The bankers just laugh and laugh Now it’s time to unite and fight And set yourself apart. Tax Under investigation with no representation Take it all to pay the interest of the bonds of big business Put us on the streets, suck away my rent again. Rich man all the breaks, poor man all he makes. Can’t pay to eat, but god damn better pay the man. Take it all to pay the interest of the bonds of big business Fuck your audits, fuck your long form, fuck the I.R.S. Fuck your audits, fuck your short form, fuck the I.R.S. Taxing me to death, Fucking organized theft. Marx Ong (Mark) You corporate parasites who run the world The dope is good, the earth is hell My promise land is when you’re dead, My salvation, Kill em all! Kill for Chevron! Good to the last drop of blood! A living world is now your slave Those you hurt numbers on a page Make your profit my misery, My damnation, Kill em all! Kill for Shell Oil! Good to the last drop of blood! Helpless - (John V) Insurgence of indecision finds me to have no particular direction. So I give it a half ass best, laugh it all off, with a jape and jest. I don’t want to be fucking enlightened, No cause, no desire for me to inspire. My pathetic forms of gratification finds me to have no particular direction. Chorus: So you blame me And on me have pity Unreasonable response, a reasonable situation Push me along Help me to be strong Helpless, Helpless War In A All throughout our history, The bosses fight in every key. * How soon the boss will say, Why not a war in “A”. Our only fight is to be free, Gotta make everyone see So soon the boss will say, Why not a war in “A” They spill the blood for their democracy It‘s just killing you and killing me, So soon the boss will say, Why not a war in “A”. War - Send the workers to die.... War - Patriotism’s their lie... War - You ask what it’s for? War - So they can make mmooooorrreee.. War Destroying production, workers' resistance reduction Free Mumia This is the story of racist justice... brothers on death row, For letting the world know Just how fucked up is the world we live in Another reactionary frame, Another racist judge to blame, From racist pigs to bourgeois reporters The story of lies never ends, The truth capital bends and bends, Now it’s up to us to set him free, Time for us to take the streets, Tell his story to all those we meet, Brick by brick....wall by wall.. Gonna free Mumia Abu Jamal. Free Mumia Abu - Jamal Free Peltier, Gotta free them all. Free them now. Swirl Call me holy, new world prophet, call me foolishness Call me preacher, call me priest, call me foolishness Congregation, call me flock, call me ignorance. Right here, come on in, take your best shot. Call me Democrat, call me Republican, call me the same thing. Call me capitalist, call me disease, call me the same thing. Call me capitalist, call me racist, call me the same thing. Right here, come on in, take your best shot. Chorus: Never believe (3X) - we can’t change. Call me coming, call me gone, call me dialectic. Evolution, revolution, call me dialectic. Call me here, call me now, call me dialectic. Right here, come on in, take your best shot. Call me worker, call me friend, call Socialist. Call me farmer, call me friend, call Socialist. Call equal, call me free, call me Communist. Right here, come on in, take your best shot. A Few Questions Please Do you think that we really broke, By climbing the charts, joke after joke? Did the message really make it through, From watered down sounds who haven’t a clue? Was all the screaming for the bread, Or to really get the kids to use their fucking heads? Now that your in the top ten, Don’t tell me your hard, because you’ll do it again. What did you believe? - That hardcore was for sale? And when will you learn? - That commercialism is just another nail. And maybe now we can start - to show the world that money is not the end of our tale. Did you think the little liberals, Were going to save the left from the fascist generals? Did you think your little vote, Was worth a god damn in this boat that will never float? Was all the screaming for the lead, Of the guns of the right aimed at your head? And now that liberalism is deceased, Maybe now the real truth will be released. What did you believe? - That all you P.C. would hold back the right. And when will you learn? - That voting booths won’t make our might. And maybe now we can start - to show the world’s evil forces that we’ve broken into the light. Did I think that it’s the gun, That forces myself to deliberate introspection? Did I think that it’s the blade, That forces the drip of life blood on the fade? Was all the screaming already said, and there ain’t no other reason to keep this bullet from my head? And now that I blame myself, Is is it better to be dead than back up on the shelf? What did I believe? - That I could change a thing. And when will I learn? - That I got to, do more than sing. Maybe now I can start - to quit the quitter and bring the sting. Drama Bang, bang your dead White power bullets in your head. For your color or what you said. Boom, boom blown away. Kiddies limbs torn as they play. Sure seems hate is here to stay. “Swing batter swing, Make the queers feel the sting.” Of a hate mongers bat playing for the right wing. Chorus: The war is real, it’s everyday, can you see them building new Dachau. The war is real, it’s everyday, can you see them building new Auschwitz. Open up your eyes, Open your fucking eyes. The Quick and the Cracked Why do all the monkeys shit on my brain. My bread dead lead on my toast butter plain. Flutter flower splintered mentor id bit bought. Stole the finger from my teeth of Elijah’s cock caught. Chorus: I think all these things in the rain, Sitting in my shit out front of St. E’s. Is it better on the street than a cage and chain. Can’t afford the care I need just a mental health tease. My blood bends back pickled nevermore whore. Finished your red skin cake burned liver spore. Pattern on the grid slid graphed governed still. Cracking on the quick piss juice sugar pill. Driving to War Put the soldiers on alert - we’re driving towards the war. Third world wants their land? - it’s time to go to war. To slow to break the worker’s state? -that’s what our guns are for. Puppet states are in revolt? - can’t let them free their poor. Chorus: Driving to war (3x) Imperialism needs more more more more more! World bank loans are in default? -it’s time to settle score. We haven’t finished sucking you dry -there’s so much more in store. Try to resist exploitation -now our troops are at your door. Capitalism can’t expand at home -it’s time to drive to war! Red Heart, Blue Collar - John B. I never had nothing I didn’t work for. I worked since I was young, since I was poor. All the rich kids laughed at me. In their expensive cars And their daddy’s credit cards But that ain’t no life for me. Chorus: Because I’ve got a red heart, And a blue collar. Red heart Blue Collar And I’ll have more than they could ever buy. This life is all we know. We can’t go where the trust fund babies go. And I don’t won’t to be in pursuit. Of a happiness That’s not for our class. I’ll never grow up to wear a suit. |
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| by Steve unless otherwise noted |