Letras:
Propagandhi Where Quantity Is Job

weight on your shoulders is heavy, you've been suppressing these urges far to long. you're sick of acting the right way: it's wrong for you but it's right

time that you flew and bled and the shadows that you walk around will still be there when the sun goes down. venus fly trap, 20 years now. and the chance is

line. an amalgamation of jewish scripture and christian thought. what will that get you? not a fuck of a lot. take a look at your promised land. your deed is

fine day in river heights, fine day for your skateboards and bikes, fine day in your cute little world, fine day for tough boys and submissive girls,

When all your friends agree But freedom's just hip When it's of sexuality So you hate I hope I live to see the day When your sexually repressed hatred Is

you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a song i try to make her see there is no way.

i ever said: if a kevin kostner kavalry is your means to their end, then the struggle is dead. why do we pretend that our approval is upon what they

We are the tyrants, messengers of Satan We pledge you all raise your hands This is the solstice hail, legions arise We'll raise the roof, touch the skies

I can do, true And if I had the choice, I'd take the voice I got 'Cause it was hard to find, y'know, I've come too far to wind up Right back where I