We're told we've got a brand of pride that nothing can take away Engraved in minds from young to old the letters U.S.A Controlling your emotions and convincing
we're gonna fight it till the end and we won't be beat down again your culture's fed into our veins, your preaching tyranny and hate to follow in your
a stupid game, sit back and wait for the day they decide to... BLOW YOU AWAY now you're no more hang by, they won't feel us die hold a shovel for the
feed you what you think, you need to grow in the meantime, washington's concerned with overseas establishing (through corporate interest) foreigh policies get off the bus, walk through the door, a
So you'll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines If all you want is just your own set of rules Never nurse a guilty conscience for a
the juke box to complain about the songs you used to be supportive now you're telling us we're wrong but nothing's really changed, we're still a bunch
decided what i'm going to be i'll pull together and slip through the cracks 'cause we all know grads are the last to get sacked so i bought a pill that
texas, fucking bastards dragged a black man with a truck as his body smashed and splattered they didn't give a fuck i wouldn't give a fuck if a bullet
Hey fuckhead weekend party jock You're just a piece of shit that talks Hey rich sorority goldie locks Out getting raped or suckin cock Hey high school
at the park boom-box blast and shattered glass sound out in the dark then someone's gotta start punching out and closing up we'll hang out just for a
To a crowd WITHOUT ANY BALLS! Here we are, too hard, too fast! And we don't need a fashion injection Or a sales slip to tell us we're right You look like a
follow a religion, others question what it's worth frustrated by the outcome, but never say a word talk about the causes, but never say a word we all
before for those corrupt In the red Just look at your alternatives We're not some fucking group for hire And we wouldn't sing flat if we were really a
im supposed to prove myself you've been here and there and i don't care but with any response i draw a stare not gonna feel like your lab rat in a rut
you broke your back if you can't walk away wish you could live it up born spoon in mouth but i guess you're stuck it's a great time to be buried alive
company shirt rotting in a cubical thats 5x4 i can't stand this fucking job anymore a mindless puppet staring at the screen so all this is the american dream a
tell me. what the fuck will change? when all your threats are idle all your dreams are shit fighting for your rights until you have the chance to do it a
society and plague it with their lies conmen in disguise don't care about conditions, there's a slum here for a price sign on the line right here because
