with your own conscience, your own morality, your own decision, your own self. You alone can do it. There is no authority but yourself. * One squaddy
banality Doing your job, doing your duty Uniformed thugs with power, obsessed try to pass the buck for your excess acted under orders, under duress
, "Now hey what be your fate?" Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle wound Midnight gloom right under
there are men who do nothing all day but good deeds. They are called phil....er.....phil...er...er....good-deed-doers and their hearts are no bigger than yours
We're under attack A knife in the back form you The sirens wail and I'm on my way Gotta list of your needs and wants Tied to the world with these four
Under a blanket of night Now on your own blood you'll choke Your wound pours out in a flood Feel my blade at your throat I slip and slide on your blood
any negotiating He's got nothing to lose He's been beaten and he's been bruised He's had enough of their institutions He ain't taking anymore of your abuse And all
fas' ) You were put here to protect us But who protects us from you? Every time you say 'That's illegal' Doesn't mean that that's true (Uh-huh) Your authority
bracelet under lights in a window In some shopping mall where I never go You play coy and count tiles, drag your toes through the water Raise your eyes, bite your
? Yeah? I know a song all about up and Down Anarchism means living in a society where all men and all women are free Where we all equally enjoy the benefits
like the crack game Cause we could all end up dead or in jail They got us under surveillance... And to all my niggas behind the g-wall (My Soldiers) Inhale, exhale... Shake your
harmonious rhythm 'Cuz the lyrics we give em they miss em Who am I? The MC! Again The MC! Her infinite power helps, oppressed people sent me to tell you If you truly study lyrical flows and stay on your
Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw. Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind, and guarantee they will change with time. Your
liberetto was written by Mr. Scantisek Storm. Music by Master's Hammer, a promenade although also a chamber orchestra. The event took place under the
If you're under 18 you don't have any rights They force you to conform, plan your whole damn life By the time your 21 the brainwashing is done You're
get strangled by your lines Whether your anger lingers sayin' ryhmes in due time Send your dues back to shoe shines and clip them coupons You a ?? lie to you open your
bracelet under lights in a window in some shopping mall where i never go you play coy and count tiles drag your toes through the water raise your eyes, bite your