"no, there aren't enough love songs in the sky." You counted down the days till you could say "Bye-bye, city, bye-bye" You're walking down on Union You
pillows I ever felt Is it fulfilling? Collectivism, discipling, unionism Trading souls to never fill your void Labor $10 minimum She's still dying and
restructuring towards a slave labor economy The chance of survival on death row disappears,theirright to appeal is deprived Worker strength and solidarity depletes with union
proudly Crawling in Unions Of mass hatred Voiced as unity Adaptive complaints manifest Learn to blame others for mistakes that don't exist Breeding Dying
into the womb Back to where the spirits move like vapor from the tomb The center of the cyclone, blowing out the sun Break the shackles of your union
the way my toes feel in the cyberfoam soles when I'm doin shows Who knows, I'm prepared to go to and fro All I do is tell you dudes where the Western Union
Burn for a thousand eons Shot from exploding fire Ride through a lifeless vacuum Born at the dawn of time Union with nature Follow random paths Rising
I dreamed I was the president of these United States I dreamed I replaced ignorance, stupidity and hate I dreamed the perfect union and a perfect law,
the fuck I did! Aight! Arf, Arf. What! [DMX] The industry; man its not the same The industry; its not a fucking game The industry; real niggaz is dying
of only whenever you get lonely I got more than years to give away I've been dying to start living, you're just living to be dying We can't seem to
I have just arrived from Lawrence, Massachusetts where, eight weeks ago, the workers there went on strike. They are starving, their children are dying
now wonder And now you say you wanna be set free? And wanna set me free? Well, I'm told that can only come from A union with the One who never dies
You People Lead vocals - Jimmy/Patricia Where there is hatred, they sow love Where there is injury, they sow pardon Where there is friction, they sow union
puzzle the apostles till the end. Enter into the silence, into the dying life of America, The brave, the slave, the grave. The shattered pigs dying as
the pit of hell Down you go and paid you well You dirty blackleg miner So join the union while you may Don't wait till your dying day For that may not
and me Scores of suits in control of the diplomatic-ness While the nations of the world look on and can't care less The Soviet Union won't agree to
more, to find nothingness, the true existence of All. Alike my Goddess, one with pain and sorrow, one with joy and ardour, hands joined in a union of
ruins I've lived among the ruins, walked among the dead Loved among the wreckage beneath a flag of red Communion of blood so bitter the cup, a union