Favourite Song Lyrics with a Political Comment

[Cobber]

I thought this might be an interesting thread (which I hope han't been done before). But what are your favourite song lyrics that display either a subtle or blatant political comment.

"I am a wild colonial boy
My name you'll never see
My land is ruled by Anglophiles
And forces foreign to me
I do not curse your referees
In boardrooms far away
Yeah who am I to question these
Who plan their final day

I've never known the jealousies
The overcrowded pain
I live and breathe the silences
The dust where no man reigns

I'm in love,
I got blazing light
Ten thousand miles of ocean
I'm alone
And there's more like me
Ignoring the end of their show

And when they shaft my brother dear
And pay him off with lies
I fill my hand with the Union card
And aim between their eyes

And if I smile,
When they crawl around
Too condescending to blame me
I am young,
Baby they're so old
Gothic, religious and tame

I am just a wild colonial boy
My name you'll never see
I breathe the silence that destroys
All their desperate harmony"

Don Walker (Cold Chisel), 1982.

[bleed3r]

Write these words back down inside
We have burned their villages and all the people in them died
And we adopt their customs and everything they say we steal
All the dreams they had we kill
Still we all sleep sound tonight
Is this what you wanted to hear?
We erased all their images and dance
And replaced them with borders and flags

At the top of this timeline you'll remember
This is the lipstick on the collar and in my own life
I've seen it in the mirror sometimes at the cost of others hopes

So. Write these words back down inside
That's where yo need it the most and without conviction of heart you will fell it all
Yeah - We all dance to the same beat when we we're marching
Yeah- The TV tells us everythign we need to know
And this scene is painting in all the fashions of the moment and history is all the same

Everything you say you stole
Every dream you dream you bought
But I'm still here and we are all guilty


Thursday - "Autobiography Of A Nation"

[Jeremy]

The version i heard was by Pearl Jam


Patriot [Steve Van Zandt]

And the rivers shall open for the righteous...
And the rivers shall open for the righteous...
And the rivers shall open for the righteous someday...

I was walking with my brother,
And he wondered, oh how I am.
Said what I believe in my soul
Ain't what I see with my eyes,
And there's no turning back this time.

I am a patriot, and I love my country,
Because my country is all I know.
Wanna be with my family,
People who understand me.
I got no place else to go.

I was walking with my girlfriend.
She looked so fine, I said
"Baby, what's on your mind?"
Said I want to run like the lions
Released from their cages...
Released from the rages
Burning in my soul tonight.

I am a patriot, and I love my country,
Because my country is all I know.

And I ain't no communist,
And I ain't no socialist,
And I ain't no capitalist,
And I ain't no imperialist,
And I ain't no democrat,
Sure ain't no republican either,
I only know one party,
And that is freedom.
I am...I am...I am...

I am a patriot, and I love my country,
Because my country is all I know.

And the rivers shall open for the righteous,
And the rivers shall open for the righteous,
And the rivers shall open for the righteous someday...
Someday...someday...

[elizquierdista]

It's pretty long but it's a really good song.

C.I.A. (Criminals in Action)
Zach De La Rocha, KRS one, Last Emperor

This voice shatters the calm of the day like an alarm,
So wake up bright anew and take up arms,
'Cause more is necessary than vocabulary war,
'Cause the toxic rock import's hitting on your door.
CIA, I'll see you later 'cause your time is coming soon.
I flip this shit like Pacino and it's your dog day afternoon.
Attica, Attica, drug agents you bring your static-a.
My alphabet will slash and then can flip you automatic-a,
Dramatic like Ali-Shaheed Mohammed brought the vibes.
I bring the sun at red dawn upon the thoughts of Franz Fanon.
So stand at attention devil dercth,
You'll never survive choosing sides against the Wretched of the Earth.
The infiltrator,
child intoxicator,
People incarcerator,
Liberation movement annihilator.
We got you clocked pushing rocks and it fell.
We got brothers trooping subways like the Ho Chi Minh trail.
We got the truth addict, Last Emperor, KRS and history manifested.
Tomorrow tha next lesson.

You claim I'm selling' crack but you be doing' that.
You know the cops, they got a network for the toxic rock.
You claim I'm selling' crack but you be doing' that .
So get that flashlight outta my face.
You claim I'm selling' crack but you be doing' that.
The Last Emperor, KRS-One & Big Zack.

As free-market capitalism and technology expands,
The third world's fertile soil becomes a desert wasteland.
So it takes bands to demand the government provide answers,
When Lady Liberty has me bewitched like Samantha,
And poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer.
To all my black magik romancers and acid rain dancers,
Develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza.
We fear no man and throw jams that attack counter-intelligence programs.
Exciting like the epic adventures of Conan,
I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians.
Now what hell is the problem with this system and what it sells us?
I bring ancient relics like Wyclef did to zealots.
I saw an iron curtain called hip-hop and got it open like Boris Yeltsen.
Whirlwind tornadoes in the rain forest if you say so.
KRS and the Last Emperor war like the Green Hornet and Kato.
Zack de la Rocha brings the enraged flow.
But all three drop science and become the most powerful alliance since NATO.

Need I say the CIA be criminals in action,
Cocaine crack-unpacking, high surveillance-tracking.
Prominent blacks and whites giving orders for mass slaughters.
I want all my daughters to be like Maxine Waters.
When they flooded the streets with crack cocaine I was like Noah,
Now they lower 'cause the whole Cold War is over.
Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbing.
All the assault and battering in the name of intelligence-gathering
Now it's karma you're battling--a losing fight.
I choose the mic to recite, ignite light in the night, aight.
We should beat em, President Clinton should delete 'em.
It's not hard, the CIA simply has no more job.
Oh my goddess, mother, you can fix this.
We rock over mixes, not 666s.
Yo, this is the message to all that can hear it.
If you got secret information now's the time to share it.
Call your congresswoman, your senator, your Mayor.
It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the playas.
Rearrange and see, times is definitely changing, G.
They used to tap the phone now they tapping while you paging me
It's crazy B. yet it's plain to see who's the enemy. Who's left?
The NRA, the ATF, the AMA? OK, OK, it's all irrelevant
'Cause in the new millennium there'll be no central intelligence.

[I Will Deny You]

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" by Bob Dylan

[El Commandante]

Sorry it's in caps, it's the only format I could get it in:

IFAMERICATOLDTHETRUTHFORONEDAYIT'SWORLDWOULDFALLAP ART


IMAGES OF PERFECTION, SUNTAN AND NAPALM. GRENADA - HAITI - POLAND - NICARAGUA. WHO SHALL WE CHOOSE FOR OUR MORALITY. I'M THINKING RIGHT NOW OF HOLLYWOOD TRAGEDY. BIG MAC SMACK: PHOENIX R: PLEASE SMILE Y'ALL. CUBA, MEXICO CAN'T CAUTERISE OUR DISCIPLINE. YOUR IDOLS SPEAK SO MUCH OF THE ABYSS. YET YOUR MORALS ONLY RUN AS DEEP AS THE SURFACE.

COOL - GROOVY - MORNING - FINE. TIPPER GORE WAS FRIEND OF MINE. I LOVE A FREE COUNTRY. THE STARS AND STRIPES AND AN APPLE FOR MOMMY.

CONSERVATIVES SAY THERE AIN'T NO BLACK IN THE UNION JACK. DEMOCRAT SAY THERE AIN'T ENOUGH WHITE IN THE STARS AND STRIPES.

COMPTON - HARLEM - A PIMP FUCKED A PRIEST. THE WHITE MAN HAS JUST FOUND A NEW MORAL SAVIOUR. VITAL STATS - HOW WHITE WAS THEIR SKIN. UNIMPORTANT - JUST ANOTHER INNER-CITY DRIVE BY THING. MORNING - FINE - SERVE YOUR FIRST COFFEE OF THE DAY. REAL PRIVILEGE, IT WILL TAKE YOUR PROBLEMS AWAY. NUMBER ONE - THE BEST - NO EXCUSE FROM ME. I AM HERE TO SERVE THE MORAL MAJORITY.

COOL - GROOVY - MORNING - FINE. TIPPER GORE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE. I LOVE A FREE COUNTRY. THE STARS AND STRIPES AND AN APPLE FOR MOMMY.

ZAPRUDER THE FIRST TO MASTURBATE. THE WORLD'S FIRST TASTE OF CRUCIFIED GRACE.

FUCK THE BRADY BILL. FUCK THE BRADY BILL. IF GOD MADE MAN THEY SAY. SAM COLT MADE HIM EQUAL.


By the Manic Street Preachers.

P.S. Richey where are you, seven years is long enough!

[Reuben]

Some more bob dylan lyrics. Hurricane written about ruben carter, a black middlewieght who was framed for a mureder by a racist police force.


Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Am F
enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
Am F
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Am F
Cries out "My God they killed them all!"
C F
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
C F
The man the authorities came to blame
Dm C
for something that he never done
Dm C
Put in a prison cell but one time
Em Am F C G Am F Am F
he could have been the champion of the world

Three bodied lying there does Patty see
and another man named Bello moving mysteriously
"I didn't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin," he says and he stops
One of us had better call the cops
so Patty calls the cops
and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin
in the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
number one contender for the middleweight crown
had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down
when a cop pulled him over on the side of the road
just like the time before and the time before that
in Paterson that just the ways things go
If you black you might as well not show up on the streets
Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin around
He said "I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out of state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead"
so they took him to the infirmary
and although this man could hardly see
they told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs
the wounded man looks up though his one dying eye
says "why'd you bring him here for? he ain't the guy!"
Yes, here the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
for something that he never done
put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
the champion of the world

Four months later the ghetto's in flame
Rubin's in South America fightin for his name
while Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
and the cops are puttin the screw to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white"

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A poor boy like you could really use a break
We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello
Now you don't want to ave to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That son of a ***** is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in the stir
We want to pin this trip murder on him
He ain't ne Gentleman Jim"

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work he'd say, I do it for pay
and when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
up to some paradise
where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
and ride a horse along a trail
but then they took him to the jail house
where they try to make a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's card were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
the judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
to the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
but to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
no one doubted that he pulled the trigger
and though they could not produce the gun
the D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
the crime was murder "one", guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied
and the newspapers all went along for the ride
how can the life of such a man
be in the palm of some fool's hand?
to see him obviously framed
couldn't help but be ashamed to live in a land
where justice is a game

Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties
are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
while Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
and innocent man in a living hell
that's the story of the Hurricane
but it won't be over till they clear him name
and give him back the time he's done
put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
the champion of the world

[FSLNguerrillero]

The Decline

Where are all the stupid people from?
And how'd they get to be so dumb?
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings

Blame it on
Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)
Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)
Fear of God
The fear of change
The fear of truth

Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs
There's no answers
Memorize and sing star spangled songs
When the questions
Aren't ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past?
We're living in united stagnation

Father what have I done?
I took that 22
A gift to me from you
To bed with me each night
Kept it clean
Polished it well
Cherished every cartridge, every shell

Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt
There's a carcass of my second kill
Down, by the park, under stone, under pine
There's a carcass of my brother William
Brother where, have you gone to?
I swear, I never thought I could
I see so many times
They told me to shoot straight
Don't pull the trigger, squeeze
That will insure a kill
A kill is what you want
A kill is why we breed

The Christians love their guns
The church and NRA
Pray for their salvations
Prey on the lower faiths

The story book's been read
And every line believed
Curriculum's been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched and seized

Jerry spent some time in Michigan
A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime
A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit
A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine

Jerry only stayed a couple months
It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass
Asphyxiation is simple and fast
It beats seventeen fun years of being someones *****

Don't think (Stay)
Drink your wine (Home)
Watch the fire burn (Be)
His problems not mine (Safe)
Just be that model citizen

I wish I had a schilling
(For each senseless killing)
For every senseless killing
I'd buy a government
America's for sale
And you can get a good deal on it
(A good deal on it)
And make a healthy profit
Or maybe, tear it apart
Start with assumption
That a million people are smart
Smarter than one

Serotonin's gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear

Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head
Now with Serotonin gone

The man who used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Don't feel bad
They found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
It's not that they don't care, yeah

The television's put a thought inside your head
Llike a Barry Manilow, jingle
I'd like, to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare, yeah
It doesn't make you care (make you care)
Not designed to make you care (make you care)
They're betting you won't care (you won't...)

Place a wager on your greed
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when, a million others tried?

We are the whore
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised

One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
Living through conformity

One more prayer to keep me safe
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
There's gonna be a better place

Lost the battle, lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain

Na na na na na
La na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na

The going get tough, the tough get debt
Don't pay attention, pay the rent
Next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe

Save us
The human, existence
Is failing, resistance
Essential, the future
Written off, the odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle
Against the super ego
When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth, but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat, live in decline
Be the victim of our own design
The status quo, built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their neck?

Fellow members
Club "We've Got Ours"
I'd like to introduce you to our host
He's got his, and I've got mine
Meet the decline

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war
We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
We're soilent green

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war

-NoFX, the Decline

[bleed3r]

wow... didnt even think of nofx... the decline is a great song.

[elizquierdista]

What we've got here is failure to
communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men.

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before


Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before


My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars


D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said Peace could last forever
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land


And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war


Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more


My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars


WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM
THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM
AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES
PEACE IS CLOSER


I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war


I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway

[elizquierdista]

Sorry, I forgot to mention that "Civil War" was done by Guns n' Roses. Also, if any of you understand Spanish or Italian, i'll put up some songs in those languages.

[bleed3r]

i know we have some spanish people here, not sure about italian though..

[psycho chicken]

Prison Song - System of a Down

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,

Following the rights movements
You clamped on with your iron fists,
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids,
Following the rights movements
You clamped on with your iron fists,
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids,

I buy my crack, my smack, my *****,
Right here in Hollywood,

Nearly 2 million Americans are incarcerated
In the prison system, prison system,
Prison system of the U.S.

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system. (for you and me to live in)

Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
You don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars
Against the new non-rich,
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
You don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars
Against the new non-rich,

I buy my crack, I smack my *****,
Right here in Hollywood,

The percentage of Americans in the prison system
Prison system, has doubled since 1985,

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system. (for you and me to live in)
For you and I, for you and I , for you and I.

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
For you and me,
Oh baby, you and me.

All research and successful drug policy show
That treatment should be increased,
And law enforcement decreased,
While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences,
All research and successful drug policy show
That treatment should be increased,
And law enforcement decreased,
While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences.

Utilizing drugs to pay for secret wars around the world,
Drugs are now your global policy,
Now you police the globe,

I buy my crack, I smack my *****,
Right here in Hollywood,

Drug money is used to rig elections,
And train brutal corporate sponsored
Dictators around the world.

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system. (for you and me to live in)
For you and I, for you and I , for you and I.
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
For you and me,
Oh baby, you and me.

[elizquierdista]

"Sobreviviendo"
Mercedes Sosa

Me preguntaron como vivía, me preguntaron
"sobreviviendo" dije, "sobreviviendo"
Tengo un poema escrito mas de mil veces,
en el repito siempre que mientras álguien
proponga muerte, sobre esta tierra
y se fabriquen armas para la guerra
yo pisaré estos campos sobreviviendo
tristes y herrantes hombres, sobreviviendo

<coro>
Sobreviviendo, sobreviviendo (bis)

Hace tiempo no río como hace tiempo
y eso que yo reía como un jilguero
tengo cierta memoria que me lastima
y no puedo olvidarme lo de Hiroshima
cuánta tragedia sobre esta tierra
hoy que quiero reírme apenas si puedo
ya no tengo la risa como un jilguero
ni la paz de los pinos del mes de enero
ando por este mundo sobreviviendo

<coro>
Sobreviviendo, sobreviviendo (bis)

Ya no quiero ser solo un sobreviviente.
Quiero elegir un día para mi muerte.
Tengo las manos nuevas, roja la sangre
la dentadura buena y un sueño urgente.
Quiero la vida de mi sirviente.
No quiero ver un dia manifestando
por la paz en el mundo a los animales.
Cómo me reiría ese loco día.
Ellos manifestandose por la vida
y nosotros apenas sobreviviendo.

<coro>
Sobreviviendo, sobreviviendo (bis)

[elizquierdista]

Here's one of my favorites.

Between Angels and Insects
Papa Roach

There's no money, there's no possessions,
only obsession, i don't need that shit.
Take my money, take my obsession,

I just want to be heard. Loud and clear are my words,
comin' from within man, tell 'em what you heard
it's about a revolution in your heart and in your mind
till you find a conclusion. Lost out in obsession,
diamond rings get you nothing but a life-long lesson
and your pocketbooks stressing, you're a slave to the system, working jobs that you hate, for that shit you don't need.
It's too bad the world is based on greed,
step back and see.
Stop thinking about yourself, start thinking about

there's no money there's no possession only
obsession i don't need that shit
take my money take my possession take my obsession
i don't need that

Because everything is nothing
and emptiness is in everything.
This reality is really just a fucked up dream
with the flesh and the blood that you call your soul,
flip it inside out, it's a big black hole.
Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid,
possession though you're never gonna feel the void.
Take it away and learn your best lesson
the heart, the soul, the life, the passion.

There's no money, there's no possession,
only obsession, I don't need that shit.
Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit.

money, possession, obsession
Present yourself, press your clothes, comb your hair,
and clock in.
You just can't win, just can't win
and now the things you own own you.
Nooooooooooooo

Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit.
Fuck your money, fuck your possession, fuck your
obsession, I don't need that shit.
Money, possession, obsession, I don't need that shit

[Rob]

This is "hands of the few" by defiance. although they're anti-socialist (at least in one song), they're anti-racist, anti-sexist, anti-homophobic, and anti-capitalist

THE POWER IS IN THE HANDS OF THE FEW

THERE ARE TOO MANY HOMELESS TOO MANY STARVING

THEY DON'T CARE THEY DON'T LISTEN

THEIR PROFIT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR PAIN

THAN OUR OPPRESSION THAN OUR HUMAN RIGHTS

SURE TAKE FROM THE RICH AND GIVE TO THE POOR

BUT WHEN WILL THE GREED STOP WHEN WILL THE HUMAN RIGHTS

BE OF SOME IMPORTANCE

THEY CAN HAVE THEIR MONEY AND THEIR SYSTEM

WE CAN'T HAVE FREEDOM WITH RESTRICTIONS

WE CAN'T HAVE FREEDOM AND EQUITY WITH AN ENTIRE

SYSTEM BASED ON COMPETITION

[Fires of History]

Guess there's no point in me putting down some lyrics-all the songs I can think of a basically here!

Rage Against the Machine and Bob Dylan! The best!

Power to the people,
Trance

[Rob]

another one, "goodbye america" by the unseen


yeah everything bothers me
just about everything that i see
no need for a flag or a country
raise your finger if you agree

the problems won't go away
if we keep our rage at bay
the filth and slime will always stay
if we choose to ignore and play

goodbye america! fuck you america! goodbye america! fuck you!

the stars and strips are prison bars
they won't let you get too far
the rule over many by the few
you cant police my mind because i won't let you

Goodbye america, fuck you america
goodbye america, fuck you!

pledge allegence to your self
not greed, power, war, and wealth
remember you were born a human being
not a part of their machine

Good bye america, fuck you america
Goodbye america, fuck you!

NO MORE SOCIAL ORDER!

[disincarnate]

Although it wasn't written by rage against the machine they did record this and it is one of my favourites.

It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers

The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots

It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth

It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting

It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms

It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors

It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas

It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine

It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines

It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America

It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies

It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger than war

It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat

It had to be in Kissinger's brain
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime

One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

Hitmen
Murderers everywhere

The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich

On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities

Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment

It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo

They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI

Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes

It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man

The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans

Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes

Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans

A warning to Mediterranean governments

The secret police have been embraced for decades

The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind

Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia

And they had to murder in America

[peaccenicked]

Sacco's Message to his son
(Pete Seeger)

If nothing happens
They will electrocute us right after midnight
Therefore here I am, right with you
With love and with open heart
As I was yesterday

Don't cry Dante
For many many tears have been wasted
As your mother's tears have been already wasted
For seven years
And never did any good

So son, instead of crying
Be strong, be brave
So as to be able to comfort your mother

And when you want
To distract her from the discouraging soleness
You take her for a long walk
In the quiet countryside
Gathering flowers here and there

And resting under the shade of trees
Beside the music of the waters
The peacefulness of nature
She will enjoy it very much
And you will surely too

But son you must remember
Don't use all yourself
But down yourself just one step
To help the weak ones at your side

The weaker ones that cry for help
The persecuted and the victims
They are your friends - friends of yours and mine
They are the comrades that fight
Yes and sometimes fall

Just as your father
Your father and Bartolo have fallen
Have fought and fell
Yesterday, for the conquest of joy
Of freedom for all

In the struggle of life you'll find
You'll find more love
And in the struggle you will be loved also


[1993:] This song was written at the request of Moses Asch, head of Folkways Records. In 1950 he had paid Woody Guthrie a small stipend to go up to Massachusetts, do some investigating, and write songs about the famous Sacco-Vanzetti case. Two Italian anarchists were charged with murder, framed and executed in 1927. After Woody returned to New York Moe asked me, "Do you think you could put a tune to this? It's a letter from Nicola Sacco to his 12-year-old son." By omitting a word here and there, or adding one, I found I could make it scan, if not rhyme. I recorded it for Moe, and he added the song to the record of Woody's about the Sacco-Vanzetti case. Almost 30 years later a couple in Maryland, Terry Leonino and Greg Artzner, who sing as a duo called "Magpie", started singing it. I heard them rehearsing it at the People's Music Weekend one January. To my surprise and delight I realized what an Italian-type melody I'd put together; they sang it in two-part harmony [...]. (Seeger, Flowers 92f)

[Anne]

Walls of Blood, Walls of Steel; The Matyr Index

"Cowards! They hide behind the barricaides!
Outside! A war is waged on the streets!
People! Demand freedom from servitude!
Justice! A taste of all they produce . . .

The World is run behind a wall of steel.
Your hands, my hands, still turn the wheels.
Wheels that become profit from our sweat!
Never ceasing as they devour our world!

We’re the salt of the Earth
We know what life is worth
Their world is dying fast
Our future will defeat the past

Blood-stained windows scream out so silently.
Where the police lashed out so mercilessly.
Armies of the élites patrol the streets!
Violence inherent in a profit motive.

We’re the salt of the Earth
We know what life is worth
Their world is dying fast
Our future will defeat the past

Bullets rip through tissue and open up
A hole in our Fleeting Façade.
No more pretend - this time people die!
Their talk of so-called Democracy is a lie!

We’re the salt of the Earth
We know what life is worth
Their world is dying fast
Our future will defeat the past"

[guerrillaradio]

It's pretty obvious, but hey:

Rage Against the Machine - Wake Up

Although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like taking photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
The several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end

Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

What was the price on his head?

I think I heard a shot

Black nationalism
He may be a real contender for this position should he abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine of non-violence and embrace black nationalism.
Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers and neutralise them

Wake up!

How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow

[guerrillaradio]

Not sure how political this is but hey...

Refused - New Noise

Can I scream ?

It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
If we can afford the luxury of turning our heads
If we can adjust that $1000 smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won't cover ugly actions and good frames won't save bad paintings

We lack the motion to move to the new beat

When the day is over the doors are locked on us
Cause money buys the access and we can't pay the cost
And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice ?
We need noise, new art for the real people

We lack the motion to move to the new beat

We dance to all the wrong songs and we enjoy all the wrong moves
We are not leading

The new beat

[libereco]

these are just what i've been listening to mostly lately, not necessarily my favourites.



Refuse / Resist Sepultura
Chaos A.D.
Tanks On The Streets
Confronting Police
Bleeding The Plebs
Raging Crowd
Burning Cars
Bloodshed Starts
Who'll Be Alive?!

Chaos A.D.
Army In Siege
Total Alarm
I'm Sick Of This
Inside The State
War Is Created
No Man's Land
What Is This Shit?!

Refuse/resist
Refuse

Chaos A.D.
Disorder Unleashed
Starting To Burn
Starting To Lynch
Silence Means Death
Stand On Your Feet
Inner Fear
Your Worst Enemy

Refuse/resist


now some Propagandhi stuff....

Head? Chest? or Foot?
Three choices. One bullet. One trigger. Guess who gets to pull it.
One leader. A thousand slaves.
For every throne there's a thousand graves.
You're all the same. Just part of their machine.
Perpetuate their dream.
They subsidize your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls.
They herd and brand the masses within painted prison walls.
'Til your freedom of assembly becomes the missiles they create.
Or just mass delusion dancing to this music that you fucking hate.
But I'm not the same. I'm not part of your fucking machine.
I'll jeopardize their dream.
I'd rather be imprisoned in a George Orwell-ian world
Than your pacified society of happy boys and girls.
I'd rather know my enemies and let you know the same.
Whose windows to smash and whose tires to slash
And where to point the fucking blame.
One future. Two choices. Oppose them or let them destroy us.


...And We Thought That Nation-States Were a Bad Idea
"Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable!" That's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). We focus a moment, nod in approval and bury our head back in the bar-codes of these neo-colonials while our former nemesis (ah, the romance!): the nation-state, now plays fund-raiser for a new brand of power-concentrate. Try again, but now we're confused- what is "class-war"? Is this class war? Yes, this is class war. And I'm just a kid- I can't believe that I gotta worry about this kind of shit! What a stupid world! Yeah, this is just beautiful... absolutely no regard for principle. What a stupid world. (We're): 1) born 2) hired 3) disposed! Where that job lands, everybody knows and you can tell by the smile on the CEO's that the environmental restraints are about to go. You can bet that laws will be set to ensure the benefit of unrestricted labor-laws (all kept in place by displaced government death squads). They own us. They produce us. They consume us. Can you fucking believe this? What a stupid world. Fuck this bullshit display of class-loyalties. The media and "our" leaders wrap it all up in a flag- their fucking shit-rag. hooray!

Resisting Tyrannical Government
Why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next G-7 picnic? It seems easier with every clock tick. But whose will would that represent? Mine? Yours? The rank-and-file's? Or better yet: the Government's? But I don't want to catalyze or synthesize the second Final Solution. I don't want to be the Steve Smith of the Revolution. Do you see the analogy? We're the Oilers. The World Bank- the Flames! And just 2 minutes remain in the 7th game of the best of 7 series! Yeah, Jesus saves! Gretzky scores! The workers slave. The rich get more. One wrong move and we risk the cup. So play The Man, not the puck. Why don't we plant a mechanic virus and erase the memory of the machines that maintain this capitalist dynasty? And yes, I recognize the irony that the very system I oppose affords me the luxury of biting the hand that feeds. But that's exactly why priviledged fucks like me should feel obliged to whine and kick and scream- until everyone has everything they need.


A People's History of the World
At some turning point in history, some fuckface recognized that knowledge tends to democratize cultures and societies so the only thing to do was monopolize and confine it to priests, clerics and elites (the rest resigned to serve), cuz if the rabble heard the truth they'd organize against the power, privilege and wealth hoarded by the few- for no one else. And did it occur to you that it's almost exactly the same today? And so if our schools won't teach us, we'll have to teach ourselves to analyze and understand the systems of thought-control. And share it with each other, never sayed by brass rings or the threat of penalty. I'll promise you- you promise me- not to sell each other out to murderers, to thieves... who've manufactured our delusion that you and me participate meaningfully in the process of running our own lives. Yeah, you can vote however the fuck you want, but power still calls all the shots. And believe it or not, even if (real) democracy broke loose, power could/would just "make the economy scream" until we vote responsibly.

The State-Lottery
Now the real prospects for authentic democracy depend on something else. They depend on how the people in the rich and priveliged societies learn some other lessons. For example the lessons that are being taught right now like the Mayans in Chiapas, Mexico. They are among the most impoverished and oppressed sectors in the continent. But unlike us they retain a vibrant tradition of liberty and democracy. A tradition that we've allowed to slip out of our hands or has been stolen from us. And unless people here in the rich and privileged society, unless they can recapture and revitalize that tradition, the prospects for democracy are indeed dim.
Does it seem strange to you? The confetti. The balloons. The mile-wide grins and the victory dance to welcome in the heir to a state of (utter and complete) disrepair? Because it sure seems strange to me: they're acting like they won the fucking lottery! I mean, shouldn't they feel terror at the task that lies ahead: to feed and house the people that this system's left for dead. And could I have hit the nail much harder on the head? It's profits before lives. They are motivated by greed. First they taught us to depend on their nation-states to mend our tired minds, our broken bones, our bleeding limbs. But now they've sold off all the splints and contracted out the tourniquets and if we jump through hoops then we might just survive. Is this what we deserve? To scrub the palace floors? To fight amongst ourselves? As we scramble for the crumbs they spit out, frothing at the mouth about the scapegoats that they've chosen for us. With every racist pointed finger I can hear the goose-steps getting closer. They no longer represent us so is it not our obligation to confront this tyranny?



(Edited by libereco at 5:59 pm on Feb. 24, 2002)

[CheGuevara]

This song is a talking about the aftermath of the Guatemalan civil war. More about its aftermath, but "damned inquisition" refers to the government response, and obviously isn't positive. Good band, but this is one of their few political songs. Whether you know Spanish or not, this is a great song to go cruising through town with it blaring, as the music is awesome.


Aqui te voy

Cuantos años han pasado
Soterrados en dolor
Ella busca un detergente
Que le lave el corazón,
Con razón
Y aquí estoy,

Que limpie el fin de siglo
Y su maldita inquisición
Que laven la banderas
Que regalan represión
Y aquí voy
Aquí estoy
Y aquí te voy...

Cuanto estiércol se ha tragado
Por buscar su libertad
Ella llora y el la ignora
Y ella vuelve a suplicar
Sin razón
Y aquí estoy

Buscando la sonrisa
Que una patria me quito
Rascando las heridas
Que un pasado me dejo
Y aquí voy
Aquí estoy
Aquí te voy…

[anarchoveganLAM]

Dead Prez- We Want Freedom.. sorry if its kinda long, but I think the lyrics are great

Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt
All this shit we go through every day
Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do
But see I got my niggas
And we gon organize a people army
And we gon get control over our own lives
And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit
I Ching

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Imagine havin no runnin water to drink
Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink
Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors
And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law
Would you be ready for civil war
Could you take the life of somebody you know,
or have feelings for if necessary?
I got cousins in the military
But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered

[Verse 2]
Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors
Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold
Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie
Tell me what you gon do to get free, we need more than MC's
We need Hueys, and revolutionaries
The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary
The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries
In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringin out the boy in us
But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do
Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu
Yes the peoples army stick togehther like glue
We represent the I-Ching, and to this we stand true
Military formation, anyone participation is welcome
Each one teach one, son help son
Just one gun is all it take to get it started
Livin in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted

HOOK 2X:
If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclsym, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star
I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm for peace
But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece
See we all want peace, but the problem is
Crackers want a bigger piece
Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
That's why police get stabbed and shot
Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot
Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here
I think about the things I fear in the comin years
Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
And that's my fuckin word
One day the whole world will smoke herb
And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb

HOOK 2X

(next part of hook)

HOOK

[Valkyrie]

I'M NOT THE MAN - 10,000 Maniacs

It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls
until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away,
escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind.
He knows that night like his hand. He knows every move he
made. Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade.
10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about
the time he was accused of being there.

But I'm not the man. He goes free as I wait on the row for the
man to test the rope he'll slip around my throat...and silence
me.

On the day he was tried no witnesses testified. Nothing but
evidence, not hard to falsify. His own confession was a
prosecutor's prize, made up of fear, of rage and of outright
lies.

But I'm not the man. He goes free as the candle vigil glows,
as they burn my clothes. As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!" and
I feel my blood go cold, he goes free.
Call out the KKK, they're wild after me. And with that
frenzied look of half-demented zeal, they'd love to serve me up
my final meal.
Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal? Who struck
this devil's deal?

----
Abolish Capital Punishment!

[Guest]

Quote: from elizquierdista on 4:31 am on Feb. 5, 2002
"Sobreviviendo"
Mercedes Sosa

Me preguntaron como vivía, me preguntaron
"sobreviviendo" dije, "sobreviviendo"
Tengo un poema escrito mas de mil veces,
en el repito siempre que mientras álguien
proponga muerte, sobre esta tierra
y se fabriquen armas para la guerra
yo pisaré estos campos sobreviviendo
tristes y herrantes hombres, sobreviviendo

<coro>
Sobreviviendo, sobreviviendo (bis)

Hace tiempo no río como hace tiempo
y eso que yo reía como un jilguero
tengo cierta memoria que me lastima
y no puedo olvidarme lo de Hiroshima
cuánta tragedia sobre esta tierra
hoy que quiero reírme apenas si puedo
ya no tengo la risa como un jilguero
ni la paz de los pinos del mes de enero
ando por este mundo sobreviviendo

<coro>
Sobreviviendo, sobreviviendo (bis)

Ya no quiero ser solo un sobreviviente.
Quiero elegir un día para mi muerte.
Tengo las manos nuevas, roja la sangre
la dentadura buena y un sueño urgente.
Quiero la vida de mi sirviente.
No quiero ver un dia manifestando
por la paz en el mundo a los animales.
Cómo me reiría ese loco día.
Ellos manifestandose por la vida
y nosotros apenas sobreviviendo.

<coro>
Sobreviviendo, sobreviviendo (bis)

[kingbee]

fuck that- im not reading all of that- 2 brief songs

1- elizabeth my dear- stone roses

tear me apart and boil my bones
ill not rest till shes lost her throne
my aim is true
my message is clear
its curtains for you
elizabeth my dear

2-primal scream- exterminator (just one line)
insecticide shots for criminal cops
all jails are concentration camps all judges are bought

[Malvinas Argentinas]

"Yo quiero que tu empresa se vaya de mi pais,
Y asi sera de igual a igual"-Leon Gieco, Argentina

[chupacabra]

Malvinas, I heard yesterday that the workers were protesting because of cuts in their paychecks to try and paythe IMF debt, how is everything there?

[BOZG]

Anything by The Coup

I can't be bothered going to find the full lyrics so I'll give you a few lines of Not Yet Free.

Capitalism is like a spider
The web is getting tighter
I'm strugglin like a fighter
It's like a noose, asphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm free the spider steps in
This web is made of money, made of greed
Made of me and what I have become in a parasite economy

[Hayduke]

Township Rebellion Rebel, rebel and yell 'Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell Yes, the structure's a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait? Come on, seein' what's at stake Action for reaction If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state Get a check up This is a stick up Our freedom or your life Lord, I wish I could be peacful But there can be no sequel Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em To kick in the township rebellion Yeah, what about that sucker? Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines That fill your mind Thoughts, battles fought And lessons taught Yes I'll display the fitness And flip like a gymnast Raise my fist and resist Asleep, though we stand in the midst Of the war Gotta get mine Gotta get more Keepin' the mic warm against the norm 'Cause what does it offer me? I think often it's nothin' but a coffin Gotta get wreck 'Till our necks never swing on a rope From here to the cape of no hope Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em To kick in the township rebellion Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 times) (Guitar solo) Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 times) What's it gonna take? Euuurrrggghhhhh! Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackle their minds when they're left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when we're left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost, lost! Shackle your minds and you're left on the cross! When ignorance reigns, life is lost! Just shackle your minds when you're bent on the cross! When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost! Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 times)