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Last night I woke up just to rest my weary mind
I can't seem to make up what life I want to find
This irony it burns my heart so cold
Yet as lonely as I am I want to be left alone
I wanna walk to the farthest place that's close
Just to find a crowd in which I am alone
All those mirrored glances passin' through my head
Oh, as living as I am, I'm not seen as I were dead
I'm seen as I were dead
Just another face in the faceless mob of ghosts
Pulled as circlin' planets into a blackhole
How we squeal in cellphones as pigs inside our pens
Oh, as filthy as it is, how we litter our own den
Parked in roads we hurry to a place but miles away
Horns that sound as mooing cows against the hay
Placcid faces staring at endless red lamps
As evolved as we may say still around the lights we camp
Still around the lights we camp
Educated people, we learn stupidity
In the name of progress we're debased so willingly
Voting in our prophet, our hopes caried away
As defunct as it may be, in this rut we fight to stay
Honest people lyin' to show how right they are
How we all are like them, see how the truth we scar
Freedom is just a word we throw around
And just like our feeble words, so our wills will be thrown down
So our wills will be thrown down
So our wills will be thrown down
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Mr, Obama promised us change
But this change looks more like a police state
Now, Romney says he'll deregulate
But not at the 47 percentage rate
And they both claim that they're patriots
But so did Bush, that idiot!
*chorus*
And now the NSA and the FBI
Are linin' up the reasons why
All of us with questions now
Have to go to the gallows
*chorus*
Eleven years ago, they used our fears
To strip away our freedoms dear
But the media won't reflect, they swore
That this is in no way like the cold-war
And they'd like you to think you have a choice
Red versus Blue, rhetoric stole your voice
*repeat chorus*
Well, either of them in the whitehouse
Is about as good as Mickey Mouse
Not as big as he'd like to be
So, we'll compensate with monopoly
And we'd all have jobs, yes, you know we would
We'll call it America, most fake in the world
*repeat chorus*
Oh, we all like cattle are fed upon
You can't see me!
With words and money they strung us up
Strigoi, strigoi, тирания живет
они не остановится пока вся наша кровь сухая
פֿאָלק וועל גלעב'ן אַבי וואָס איןעם האָפ'ן אויף אַ זילבער לעפל
(Folk vel gleb'n abi vos inem hof'n aoyf a zilber lefl)
*repeat chorus*
I say, the NSA and the FBI
Are linin' up the reasons why
All of us with questions now
Have to go to the gallows
We have to go to the gallows
They'll be sendin' us to the gallows
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Prodigal Son
03:35
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Well, I woke up hung today
Cause I could not hold my demons at bay
So, I drunk up my joe and lit up smoke
Cause the world is not goin' away
Then I proceeded to watch my TV
Yes, the whole world on my movie screen
And I know in the end, I'll reach more 'round that bend
Cause at least then I'm able to scream
Well you may call me a prodigal son
But know this, I'm not the only one
That sees through your lies, those one-liner cries
To enslave your daughters and son
Well, you call this the land of the free
Maybe free to cut down every tree
But, hey, we got Mars and we'll reach for the stars
To kill everything that doesn't agree
Yeah, we're cuttin' down forrests for malls
For track homes and more city halls
Yeah, we're cuttin' down trees for mere papers of green
But this greed has got us by the balls
So, go and say that I'm Satan's spawn
I am right but say I'm doin' wrong
And I'll be vilified but you'll be left unsatisfied
Cause someone else will pick up and go on
Hope we'll learn from this recession
But we all know its called depression
And as history shows, we'll keep loopin' to sow
The seeds of mindless oppression
So, go and say that I'm antichrist
So the people will forget your lies
Trade forests for malls and let earth take the fall
After all what gives you the right?
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Behold, The New McCarthy
02:53
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First they came for Islamist and then for the anarchist
But when they come for me there'll be none to set me free
Cause I won't have any of this facade of the patriot
And for that they'll know down my door and call a grand jury
Yeah, behold the new McCarthy
So brave he'll beat your children in the street
So, gather round the book burning to celebrate the right taking
And don't you say a word or they'll call you a commie
Black clothes and a computer make me the next hijacker
So, lock up all your children or I'll rape them mentally
Yeah, I'm the new criminal, my crime not eating animals
And for that they'll knock down my door and slap the death penalty
Yeah, behold the new McCarthy
So brave he finds red doors on every street
So, turn in all your parents for not being so heaven sent
Cause we all know that having thought means you host a hanging
Oh, shit, they found my literature, some Marx for my ligature
In school, I read the Crucible, next they'll burn me at the stake
Well, I once read, "We, the people," but I'm not under their steeple
And for they'll knock down my door for the black list they will make
Yeah, behold the new McCarthy
So brave he'll watch you when you sleep
So, give up all you freedoms so the enemy has no kingdom
Cause we know toppling tyrannies means your rights we must take
So, give up all you freedoms so the enemy has no kingdom
Cause we know toppling tyrannies means your rights we must take
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'Merica
03:07
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If loose lips go on sinkin' ships then how long do I got
Till I must dive astern?
Yes, how long can I disagree with the government's philosophy
That witch-hunt's their lanterns burn?
Cause just the other day I found a story left to the underground
And these words did shock me so
They read, "US citizen shot on sight, no chance at trial nor words to fight"
Oh, who's the next to go?
Is it me, America, whom you will blast away?
Or in chambers will ya gas
The 99 percent of whom you treat as brought forth from the womb
The species from the past?
If we're the land of civility, then why the police brutality
to quell the sides we choose?
Yes, why the need to do them in for no more reason than their skin?
Do you have so much to lose?
For, though, we're stock from immigrants you deem that brown man insolent
For claiming what's his right
We sing the words that Guthrie wrote yet deny the red-labeled message spoke
and view things black and white
Is it me, America, whom you'll incarcerate?
Or to work camps will ya show
The throngs of leary citizen no longer counted denizens
Of the new breed which you'll grow?
If I'm not of the one percent, then why are my words called dissent?
Am I not worthy to be heard?
Everyone's yellin', left to right, and we're all wrong yet still we fight
Its a contest of the absurd
For, though, we want our voices heard, these goals will cease all spoken word
By a government endorsing thought
I say, fuck your goddamn censorship and get off of my pirate ship!
This mind shall not be washed!
Will it be, America, my voice you'll seek to shut?
Or my house you'll missle-lock?
For, though, I am your native son, I'll answer not to anyone
Least of all, you, Mr. Barack
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Mx. Liam Ontario
Mx. Liam is a singer/songwriter from Ontario, California. They are an anarcho-socialist and non-binary individual with a love for all music, but American folk music is their primary focus musically. They have spent extensive energy educating themselves on music, ethnomusicology, audio-engineering, politics, and the languages of their ancestry as well as those not related to them personally. ... more
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