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Controlled Opposition
00:21
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No justice in a legal system run by criminals,
If you don’t like the court ruling then you shouldn’t be poor.
Now, go die...
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2. |
The Neoliberal Anthem
03:17
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Destruction do it again.
Destruction do it again.
Strap in and watch the world decay,
The latest disaster today.
This ain't no fad, this ain't no fashion,
This is the world wide anthem.
Disaster do it again.
Disaster do it again.
Disaster keep it strong.
Disaster do it again.
Strap in and watch the world decay,
The latest disaster today.
This ain't no fad, this ain't no fashion.
This is the world wide anthem.
This is the The Neoliberal Anthem of the world.
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3. |
1915
02:51
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In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician,
Scrawled in spite across the envelope
With all of our conviction.
In only took a few hours for his peers
To find him guilty in a trail too fair,
A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living.
“My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce.”
Murdered by the capitalist,
November 1915 be careful of what you wish.
Who is wrong and who is righteous?
What was stolen from us we will replace,
Off with the head on the body we feast,
Who is wrong and who is righteous,
Will never be our own decision.
He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating.
Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing:
“My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce,
And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow.
Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again”.
If the workers take a notion,
They can stop all speeding trains,
Every ship upon the ocean.
They can tie with mighty chains
Every wheel in the creation,
Every mine and every mill.
Fleets and armies of all nations
Will at our command stand still.
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4. |
This Is The New Sound
02:45
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That alarm clock ringin’ in your ear,
Radio playing sports report cheer,
But you got nothing to cheer or shout about,
Just a nine to five in a lousy town.
Your morning begins,
With you thinkin’ of the cold of the street blown’ in your face.
Your morning begins with you thinkin’:
“One more day in this job and I’m gonna scream!”
So stand up
And step out,
Step out to the new sound.
“Hello!” to the manager, “Hello!” to the boss.
As they sell you short and they drink your blood
You give ‘em your heart and your very soul
Only to realize that they don’t give a fuck about you!
Your morning begins,
With you thinkin’ of the cold of the street blowing in your face.
Your morning begins with you thinkin’:
“One more day in this life and I’m gonna scream!”
So stand up,
Step out,
Step out to the new sound.
And when they try to put you down put you on your back,
But you don’t take that you knock ‘em out!
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5. |
Bullshit Opportunist
02:35
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Deceitful lie,
Alibi’s,
Bullshit opportunist,
With a disregard for fall guys.
No collar crime,
Stolen design,
Spineless snitch,
You can’t see beyond your own eyes.
Conceited time,
Hoarding flies,
You’re so vain,
The shit on your nose worn with pride.
Absent mind,
Covert disguise,
Shit shining timeserver,
You’d fuck your own mother just to get a bit ahead of the calm.
This separation,
This disconnect,
This is more than ignorance,
This is more than disrespect.
“If not for me who would it be?”
And still we close our eyes and drown ourselves in apathy.
And still we cover our ears and pray to god to cure disease.
This separation,
This disconnect,
This is more than ignorance,
This is more than disrespect.
“If not for me who would it be?”
Redefining what wealth is,
Redesigning what success is.
Who gives a fuck who you are?
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Times up!
You’re outta luck and your back’s up against the wall.
From Tunisia to Washington the people are calling: “No!”
Your gas n guns, your clubs n thugs, your lies on the TV,
None of that can save you now as your reign is swept away.
Get up! Get up!
Your voices are needed.
Become, become the pulse of the revolution,
In the ranks of the masses risin’.
Another shakedown and a slap in the face,
and he know he’d had had enough.
He doused himself in gasoline, took a breath, and lit a match.
She said: “I will go down to Tehrir Square and I will stand alone,
And if you have any dignity, I won’t be on my own.”
Get up! Get up!
Your voices are needed.
Become, become the pulse of the revolution,
In the ranks of the masses risin’.
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7. |
Turn A Blind Eye
01:19
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See our sense of shame and throw it overboard,
See our moral compass set to so past bored,
I guess conscience really does just make cowards of us all.
See us turn a blind eye till it’s criminal,
See us walk away until we can’t walk anymore,
I guess conscience really does just make us look like fools.
You’ve been washing out the faces of your friends again.
See us right the ship, take back control,
See us fight like hell for the way it was before.
I guess judgement really should just come from our enemies.
You’ve been washing out the faces of your friends.
You’ve been wishing that they’d give you another chance again.
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8. |
Broken Bones
03:01
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Broken bones and broken glass ,
Broken hearts and broken heads.
Livin’ the life.
Close my eyes try to make it last.
Outrun the wretched memories of my past.
It moves too fast.
I got no chance
A freight train racing set to crash.
Broken bones and broken glass ,
Broken hearts and broken heads.
Livin’ the life.
Wake up wondering: “How’ did I get here?”
Then cross my heart and say a fuckin’ prayer.
Ecstasy, tears, bravery, fears,
This boat may float, but it don’t steer.
Broken bones and broken glass ,
Broken hearts and broken heads.
Livin’ the life.
Life’s long and winding roads leading us
To a never ending trail to keep our youth.
It flashes by in lessons painfully attained.
Blood and sweat, black and blue,
Some surrender I got nothing’ to surrender to.
Broken bones and broken glass ,
Broken hearts and broken heads.
Livin’ the life.
So now you’re livin’.
So now you’re livin’.
Broken bones and broken glass ,
Broken hearts and broken heads.
Livin’ the life.
Close my eyes try to make it last,
Outrun the wretched memories of my past.
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9. |
I Don't Wanna
02:27
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I don’t wanna wait for celebrities son.
I don’t wanna wait for 911.
I don’t wanna wait for the magistrate.
I don’t wanna wait just to masturbate.
What is it that defines you?
I don’t wanna wait for a microwaved dinner .
I don’t wanna wait until I feel thinner.
I don’t wanna wait for a PS4.
I don’t wanna wait for their next war.
I don’t wanna wait for Guantanamo’s close.
I don’t wanna wait for the next episode.
I don’t wanna wait for the FBI.
I don’t wanna wait for Fred Phelps to die.
What is it that defines you?
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They’re sleeping between satin sheets
While huddled masses sleep in streets,
Tucked in at night they lay and dream
Of corporate state theocracy.
Two steps ahead, three goose steps back,
While the sheep sleep the wolf attacks.
Nothing recedes.
Nothing recedes like progress.
Evil doesn’t stop to breath, bleed till nothing’s left to bleed.
You’re contemplating middle ground
While empire heads release the hounds,
You’re dealing with a sick machine,
Where there’s no heart, there’s no heart beat.
Two steps ahead, three goose steps back,
The masses sleep while their spines cracks.
Nothing recedes.
Nothing recedes like progress.
Evil doesn’t stop to breath, bleed till nothing’s left to bleed.
This is class war.
What are you waiting for?
For them to buy and sell your soul?
They already did.
No rest for the wicked, for the wicked never sleep.
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11. |
Resist
01:02
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Faceless, mindless storm troopers.
No heart, no soul, no care.
The fist of corprotocracy, they serve their master’s will.
Resist. We won’t back down, we’ll never die.
I got something to say and I’ll say it again.
I got something to sing and I’ll sing it again.
I got something to scream and I’ll scream it again.
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12. |
The Ghosts of Alexandria
02:57
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He was the poster child of miserable.
He was in love with colored boy.
No chance for hope in a land of servitude.
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak,
To remind us that we’re only 13 knots away
From repeating our mistakes.
No one can see on the inside,
No one can hear on the outside,
No one will speak the name to blame.
The dead sing: "It's not over."
She was poster child of ritual.
She was in love with the U.S.A.
She was from some place but she could not tell us where.
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Labor the field like amber waves of grain,
To remind us that we are only a minimum wage away
A bowl of rice a day
From repeating our mistakes.
It's not over.
No one can see on the inside.
No one can hear on the outside.
No one will speak the name to blame.
The dead sing.
And we watched the summer turn to the autumn of glory.
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