Born and raised from immigrant blood, Made a hardworking man out of me
The Code I live by is the Honor and honesty What I learned was passed down, from the ghosts of my family
Lessons learned long before, They came from across the sea
(Chorus) {Friendship in struggle, courage in battle, wisdom in rage
Ardor in labor, Piety in love, Knowledge is sage (x2)}
Sacrifice don't always have a reward, Courage is something you can't afford
Pittsburgh steel in my fathers eye, Gave me the will to win and the guts to try
He showed no weakness not even a trace, 'til he broke his fist on my face
He went from US Steel to MIT, I cherish what my parents taught to me:
(chorus)
When I'm older I'll raise a family, I'll give them the substance that tempered me
They taught me the meaning of being the best I can, They raised me to be a true American
(chorus)
In every city in every backstreet, There's a brand of people who dance to the beat
Swilling beer at hockey games, The fans of Oi! Oi! music and that's the name
The evening has only just begun, as they crack open the 12th one
(chorus) {CARTE BLANCH FOR CHAOS, CARTE BLANCHE FOR FUN
WHEN THEY'RE COMING YOU BETTER RUN}
Down at Gelato's on a Saturday night, drinking PBR and watching Eugene fight
Spied a man in a Port-a-Potty, Len and Gary decided to be naughty
Flipped it over on its back, the man jumped out covered in crap
Pam decided to throw a birthday party, Said bring your friends around 8:30
20 of them and one punched Jen, used a stereo to bash his head in
TV through the window, Long hair through the wall
For all the wealth and all the waste, Of our rich Americans and their good taste
Who elected Reagan and they were so pleased, When he mortgaged our country to the Japanese
Our taxes are money that was so long ago spent, the deficit has put our government up for rent
There's millions out of work and that's nothing new, No one will take notice, not people like you
(chorus) {Heroes & zeros which one are you gonna be
America is sinking, and you're asleep in front of your TV}
It's not a matter of diction, being politically correct is a contradiction
Truman, JFK, Great leaders of old, Bush and Clinton, crucified on a cross of gold
The American people are so tied down and bloated, Complain and complain and they never even voted
When the ship is sinking, The rats wonder why, We got the best leaders money can buy
(chorus)
And that's the meaning of the new world order
Once there were acres of factories, now its rusted metal and dirt
Once there worked proud families, now they nurture only hurt
You could climb the ladder make your dreams come true
When the bottom rungs are gone there's no future left for you
No ones got a plan and no one gives a damn, For the working man, The American (chorus)
(Here is another song about the problems in America. I like the line about political correctness, too.)
Fuck Hollywood, fuck 'em today, Fuck the million dollar movies with nothing to say
Fuck the Sixties, fuck Oliver Stone, Fuck Rambo and Sylvester Stallone
Fuck Jane Fonda and Shirley MacLaine, Wishd they were fucking John Wayne
Fuck Capt. Stubing and fuck tattoo, And if you don't like this song then....Fuck You!
(chorus) {Fuck, Fuck Hollywood(3x)}
Fuck Sonny Bono and buttfuck Cher, Someone hit Geraldo with another chair
Fuck Michael Jackson and child molesters, fuck Rock Hudson and Schwartzenegger
Fuck the actors at the presidential ball, Fuck Oprah and Arsenio Hall
Fuck the Beach Boys those stupid pricks, Singing about women when they're sucking dick
(chorus)
Fuck Hollywood, warped sense of reality, Where the truth is always the first casualty
Fuck the causes and the coalitions, The exercise they get is jumping to conclusions
Fuck the sex and fuck the smut, fuck the guys who take it up the butt
Fuck Hollywood 'cause they make me sick, it's like sticking my head in a bucket of shit!
(This is another one of my favorite Anti-Heros songs. I hate TV, but I guess that would be obvious. The line "truth is always the first casualty" describes the media in all forms perfectly. There is so much opportunity for TV to be so much more than it is, to really inform people & all that shit & look what we have instead.)
Like most kids from my generation, she was born and raised in out broken home nation
Autumns brilliant hue of orange and gold, her embrace cut us from the same fold
From the granite face of a red Georgia mountain, To the sun grazed grace of a springtime fountain
Came the warm radiance of her lover's smile, Gave me the emotion of a man and the love of a child
I saw the moonlight caress the cleft of her chin, I felt her eyelashes brush against my skin
(chorus) {Stood by me and I stood by her, Jennifer, Jennifer
Actions speak louder than words, Jennifer, Jennifer}
In a jaded age of indulgence and sin, Lives stand still and the earth still spins
Possession burns from the same token, My love stands rooted in nature's emotion
When jet airplane destroys the pristine night sky, The eagle turns his head and spits out a sigh
He longs for her and will accept no other way, He would wait forever and then a day
With vision to span his lows and high, He knows true love will never die
Up in the morning splash water on my face, I'm not a winner I'm a disgrace
The mirror shows no image of perfection, I see myself and it's a negative reflection
I'm not another kid filled with empty dreams, Who's got it all and don't know what it means
I'm the reason and that makes me a threat, I remember what you forget
(chorus) {I won't spend my life on the edge of reality, I'm not gonna die in a rock & roll fantasy}
Straight off the streets on to your stereo, Is how true rock is supposed to flow
We got the me generation's decades of decadence, Heavy metal rocking to comic book cadence
Disco, high fashion, venereal disease, Abba, U2, and Shawn Cassidy
The cash registers are open, they're never shut, They're selling Madonna, the 20th century slut
(chorus)
Pretty boy music on your MTV, Bullshit rap music running off with your money
Today's youth follow the prophets of wealth, They'd rather worship an idol than think for themselves
You got to be labeled and have a gimmick to make it, When you're worthless you have to fake it
The drugged out crowd just follows the herd, They're singing along and they don't know the words
(This a great song that mainly talks about the problems of today's music industry.)
10 years after, his guts still churned, He packed his bag and he returned
To people like horses they were well bred, Beauty in the flesh but empty in the head
They talked of money and trains so fast, Manicured smiles for the lower class
From a city on a hill where greed is sacred, They sneered at the world their parents created
(chorus) {All their cocaine and credit cards, Didn't get them very far
All of their money and fancy cars, didn't drive them far from Manzanar}
Black and white like a photograph, All that was good was in the past
The ground was amber waves of green, The future looked so serene
The people were cold, their edges sharp, Plastic mouths open out came the bark
You're the under class, not like the rest, all your life you'll be second best
(chorus)
A jury of peers or was it fate? That turned all his love into hate
A snarling dog spitting out broken teeth, He fought every inch but the grade was steep
Backed in a corner, they beat him down, a wreath of thorns for his boyhood crown
Not gonna live an eternity of shame, he killed himself and stole my name
(Once again, contrary to what the Anti-Anti-Heros Page claims, this song certainly doesn't show any desire to have rich Japanese people to return to Manzanar. It's complicated & about a number of things: a young man, some condemnable aspects of upper-class life, and so on, but certainly not anything racist.)
Bubba dodged the draft in Vietnam, If Hitler was alive today he'd say, "Peace Man"
But the 60's came and the 60's went, and now Bubba is part of the Establishment
Got elected by 42%, He became the quota president
Packed the car and went to Washington D.C., He brought Al & Tipper & Hillary
(chorus) {He's a taxraiser, promise breaker, adulterer, He's a draft dodger, Liberal dictator, potsmoker}
Made a lot of promises for which he is famous, Wants a gay man up the army's anus
Knows you've got money and he want's it, If air wasn't free he'd put a tax on it
Says the countries problems are ones you made, I never burned a cross or owned a slave
He's even got a man for a spouse, People are crashing planes into his house
(chorus)
He's got a dirty sock for a knob, Jennifer Flowers did the cleaning job
Tried to bag Ms. Paula Jones, Should have let Ted Kennedy drive her home
Other women just come naturally, Bubbas got 'em and so does Hillary
He thinks he's every woman's best, Better get that guy a Kevlar vest (chorus)
(An obvious ridicule of Bill Clinton. The line about "a gay man up the army's anus" is a way of blatantly showing Clinton's persistence in the controversial matter of homosexuals in the military, not a "high school anal-sex joke," as the Anti-Anti-Heros Page insinuates.)
He's the old hippie that made us sick, He wrote muzak for drug addicts
He's the fat geezer who talked too much, He used drugs as a crutch
He ate granola and he hugged trees, Looked like a dog bit by fleas
Had a beer belly and a tye-dyed shirt, Said he'd live forever but now he sleeps in dirt
(chorus) {Jerry was a piece of shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
I'm Grateful that he's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead}
Like Jim Bakker he went far, Turned stadiums into singles bars
Did all of the drugs in San Francisco, Wrote 20 albums of long-haired disco
Then he sang I will survive, look who is no longer alive
So all you fuckers in your VW vans, Preppy dink hackysack clan
Wallstreet twats with ponytail hair, Your BMW's with dancing bears
He was an icon, he was a god, He racked in your cash in wads
You were conned by a useless slob, The tours are over so get a job
(What? You liked Jerry Garcia? What the fuck are you doing here reading Anti-Heros lyrics?)
Here's the story of three punks with a burning desire, To be gangsters to be guns for hire
Moreland Ave. on a hot summer night, Pete wanted to kill someone and do it tonight
He's the boy that did the ultimate sin, Got the blood of christ dripping from his skin
With his silver spoon and his beady eyes, He decided who should live and who should die
Murderer, Pete is a Murderer
Dressed in suits, dressed for the kill, Walking to the bridge at the bottom of the hill
Looked for a passed out bum and they found one, Pete slit his throat just for fun
The bum went running through the bushes and weeds, They held his arms and made him bleed
Headlights flashing and the world spun around, The man was screaming when he hit the ground
Murderer, Paul is a Murderer
I wept and wondered what should I say, About the children who threw a man's life away
Were you men or were you gods, Or suburban brats whose lives were a fraud
Scum like you don't deserve to live free, I think you'd look good hanging from a tree
No remorse when you dealt all of the spades, I hope you get raped in jail and die of aids
Murderer, Francois is a Murder
Who should live and who should die (3x)
(That Anti-Anti-Heros Page took the last couple of lines of this very good song [from "scum like you. .. ." to ".. .die of aids"], and used this as their main way of showing that the Anti-Heros are racist. First of all, if you're going to use an excerpt like that, you should at least tell what the rest of the fucking song is about. Second, it should be obvious to anyone who does know what the rest of the song is about to see that the "hanging from a tree" bit has nothing to do with racism; it has to do with punishing sadistic little brats. Also, it should be obvious that "spades" is simply meant in the context of the figure of speech "dealt all of the spades," not as a derogatory reference to black people. This song has a great point, and it pisses me off that it was used in this way.)
Baby was a black sheep Baby was a whore
Baby got big and he's gonna get bigger
Baby's got a gun, got his finger on the trigger
Baby, Baby, Baby I'm a rock n Roll nigger
Do you like the world around you? Are you ready to behave
Do you like the world around you? Are you ready to be a slave?
(chorus) {Outside of society, That's where I'm gonna be}
(Even this famous song has been stated as evidence of racism. Christ, are there people who don't realize that this song has nothing to do with race? Patti Smith's song could just have easily have been called "Rock & Roll Cliché" and had the same meaning, if that says anything. Whoever used this as evidence also obviously never heard the cd, since at the end of this song, every member of the Anti-Heros is said to be a nigger. That sounds like a pro-white power statement, alright.)
