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The People Or The Gun

by Anti-Flag

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winopunk This is a criminally underrated Anti-Flag release.
Favorite track: The Economy is Suffering…Let It Die.
Vince Himself
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Vince Himself This and "For Blood and Empire" are tied for my #1 favorite Anti-Flag record. Favorite track: This Is The First Night.
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1.
Nailed to the cross, dead for collective sin. We decide where, why, who, and when. Build our bibles to ONLY include the things that we believe to be divine and true. This is our right. This is our life. Everyone homogenized. Sodom, Gomorrah, Washington D.C. Smited into oblivion with blood, wrath, and disease. Sheep in shepherd’s clothing. Yahweh, Jesus and Muhammad. Their words have way more in common than the Midwest or the Middle East like to preach. It’s a tragedy. It’s a strategy. To prey on contrast to not indulge fact. Divide, conquer and subcontract. Sodom, Gomorrah, Washington D.C. Smited into oblivion with blood, wrath, and disease. Sheep in shepherd’s clothing. Sheep in shepherd’s clothing. The scriptures blind followers read are not as cryptic as they seem. The pages serve the sick and poor, not to serve the capitalists of endless war. Sodom, Gomorrah, Washington D.C. Smited into oblivion with blood, wrath, and disease. Sheep in shepherd’s clothing. Sheep in shepherd’s clothing. Sheep in shepherd’s clothing. Religion is the opiate of the meek.
2.
I’ve seen a lot of rip-offs in my life. Seen a lot of scams. A lot of crooks and crooked schemes, crooked sharks. Part one of the story reads… The liquor store thief. The stick up man. Thrown into the clink, never coming back, yeah, until the day he’s grey and old. I seen a lot of rip-offs in my life. The rip-offs of the old and of the young, the weak, the sick, the never known. Stabbed repeatedly in the back by the Wall Street suit. The Washington hack. Lining up their pockets with the people’s cash and Laughing all the way to the bank. Do you want to live your life a slave? In chains from the cradle to the grave. The economy is suffering, let it die Do you want to live your life a slave? In chains from the cradle to the grave. The economy is suffering, let it die Yeah! I've seen a lot of bailouts in my life. But why is it I never see a bailout for the homeless and the poor? And while we’re on the subject I could use a few bucks for a guitar amp. A new six string, and a tank of gas, yeah. Everything that I want, that I want! We’re so fucked and we don’t give a fuck, no. We’re so fucked, but no we just don’t care. Cause we’re so, so fucked. This world is shit out of luck and we don’t give a fuck. Do you want to live your life a slave? In chains from the cradle to the grave. The economy is suffering, let it die Do you want to live your life a slave? In chains from the cradle to the grave. The economy is suffering, suffering, let it die When the cities burn down we’ll all be warm. When the cities burn down we’ll all keep warm. When the cities burn down we’ll all be warm. When the cities burn down we’ll all be warm. When the cities burn down we’ll all keep warm. When the cities burn down we’ll all be warm. When the cities burn down we’ll all be warm. When the cities burn down we’ll all keep warm. When the cities burn down we’ll all be warm, oh. We're so fucked, we're so fucked.
3.
Close your eyes and shield your ears. Shut your mouth and conceal all of your fears. Greed it's not going anywhere. They should put that on a billboard in Times Square It could say "The great depression is over my friends." What we want and what we need they've engineered. I can smell the bullshit from right here. Because greed is not going anywhere. They should put that on a billboard in Times Square It could say "The great depression is over my friends." Blinding your eyes and burning your ears. T.V. images are selling Through the static on the radio you can't hear. One pill if you're too big One pill if you're too small On one your life is a mess. On one you're nothing at all. I hate a song that makes you think you are no good. "Great depression is over my friends." I hate a song that makes you think you are just born to lose. "Great depression is over my friends." Bound to lose, no good to nobody. "The great depression is over my friends." Too young and too fat, too this or too that. "The great depression is over my friends." "Great depression is over my friends." "The great depression is over my friends."
4.
It's time to make a move, (woah-oh) Change the times or they’ll change you. (woah-oh) False promises of more. (of more) Check that shit at the door. (the door) We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the one United under none. We are the one The one to carry on. Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh, woah-oh. Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh. Warfare is everywhere. (woah-oh) Poisoned land, water, air. (woah-oh) This routine is long old. (long old) It’s time to break that mold. (that mold) We’ll break it up, then we’ll break out. We are the one United under none We are the one The one to carry on Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh, woah-oh. Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh. Withstand and change. Tear it down, rebuild again. Evolve with vision. Yeah, this year’s eve, we will breathe fury. I will scale the city walls. Scale! We are the one United under none We are the one The one to carry on Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh, woah-oh. Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh (woah-oh) Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh. Oh yeah!
5.
You’re fired (you're fired!) You stupid fucking piece of shit. You’re fired (you're fired!) You’re nothing but a hypocrite. You’re fired (you're fired!) Conformist fucking chickenshit. Douse the dream in kerosene. You’re fired. (you're fired!) You only sing so phones can ring. You’re fired. (you're fired!) Here’s something your phone can sing. You’re fired. (you're fired!) Fuck this, fuck that, fuck compromising. Douse the dream in kerosene. Watch it all fall apart. Murder the beast and feast on the heart. Watch the industry just fall apart. Off with the head and the body discard. You’re fired (you're fired!) You stupid fucking piece of shit. You’re fired (you're fired!) You’re nothing but a hypocrite. You’re fired (you're fired!) Conformist fucking chickenshit. Douse the dream in kerosene.
6.
This is the first night of the rest of our lives. I can't help wonder, "How is it we're still alive?" Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives. Oh yeah, and I said, Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives. We stayed up all night long, laughing, singing in the streets. Oh yeah, ya know, The Clash, Ramones, The Pogues, our voices hoarse, our bodies weak And ready for sleep. Lean against me, wipe your bloodshot eyes As I wipe mine. And from these rooftops, we'll watch the sun rise. Ain't this the life? Yeah it's the first night of the rest of our lives. I can't help wonder, "How is it we're still alive?" Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives. With just a half tank of gas, 150 miles to go, No cash, no food. We turned the engine off every time we went down hill And it's on with the show. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, Oh no, I don't. All I know is that I am alive, I'm really alive. And it's the first night of the rest of our lives. I can't help wonder, "How is it we're still alive?" Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives. Oh yeah, and I said, Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives. We heard "You there!" and jumped from the train, ran up the tracks, All the while you screaming back, "Kiss my ass!" We're living our lives, I'm livin' and yeah and I'm doin' fine Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm doing fine! And it's the first night of the rest of our lives. I can't help wonder, "How is it we're still alive?" Oh, welcome to the first night of the rest... Let's hope this night of nights won't be our last Yeah, welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives Oh, oh, goodbye.
7.
I point the finger at you. Scream until my face is blue. But you still hate everything. I point the finger at you. Beau monde through and through. But you still hate everything. Turn the lights on. Watch them scatter. Exterminate the idle chatter. I point the finger at you. Until you're cold, dead and blue. But you still hate everything. If you're right, it feels good to be wrong. Raised fist and a fuck you song. If you're right, it feels good to be wrong. Slaughtering the pigs. How do you sleep? Yeah, how do you sleep? How do you sleep? Yeah, how do you sleep? I point the finger at you. You don't have a fucking clue. And you still hate everything. I point the finger at you. Doesn't matter what I do. 'Cause you still hate everything. I turn the lights on. I watch them scatter. Exterminate the idle chatter. I point the finger at you. Lie and lie until it's truth. But you still hate everything. If you're right, it feels good to be wrong. Raised fist and a fuck you song. If you're right, it feels good to be wrong. Slaughtering the pigs. How do you sleep? No change. No shift. No rest. There is no war without warriors. No change. No shift. No rest. There is no war without warriors. [talking] If you're right, it feels good to be wrong. Raised fist and a fuck you song. If you're right, it feels good to be wrong. Slaughtering the pigs. How do you sleep? Yeah, how do you sleep? Yeah, how do you sleep? How do you sleep? How do you sleep? Yeah, how do you sleep? How do you sleep? How do you plead? Motherfucker!
8.
One billion workers stand up from their chairs. Their faces no longer struck with their fears. Attack, attack. Stabbed in the back. Disgraced, disgraced. Traitors trade face to face. Revolution: the engine of history. When all the lights go out. When all the world is in doubt. When all the goods cease to move. I won’t be alone. When all the swords become plows. When all the fields are afoul. When all the cogs cease to turn. I won’t be alone. Punching the clock, stabbing the boss. We don’t need the CEO’s, they need us. Attack, attack. Outsourced for a hack. Disgraced, disgraced. Displace and replace. Proletarians of the world unite; you have nothing to lose but your chains. When all the lights go out. When all the world is in doubt. When all the goods cease to move. I won’t be alone. When all the swords become plows. When all the fields are afoul. When all the cogs cease to turn. I won't be alone We are not numbers. We are names. We won’t be alone. We are not crime reports. We are history. We won’t be alone. No, we are not folklore. We are culture. We won’t be alone. We are not human resources. We are human beings. We won't be a, I won’t be a, we won’t be alone. When all the lights go out... When all the lights go out... Yeah! When all the lights go out. When all the world is in doubt. When all the goods cease to move. I won’t be alone. When all the swords become plows. When all the fields are afoul. When all the cogs cease to turn I won't be a, I won't be a, we won't be alone
9.
Oh! I saw right through your eyes (woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I saw right through your guise (woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) Every word that left your lips was (woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) just a covert disguise to hide your absent mind (woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) You live and breathe Sleep and drink Beg and plead Blind, diseased No water can wash the blood off your hands. On Independence Day! On Independence Day! Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Traded the Nobel Peace Prize (woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) Exchanged for Vietnamese lives (woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) Bombs filled the Cambodian skies (woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) In East Timor you stood up for the wrong side, wrong side, wrong side (woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) You live and breathe Sleep and drink Beg and plead Blind, diseased No water can wash the blood off your hands On Independence Day! On Independence Day! On Independence Day (woah-oh, woah-oh) On Independence Day No water can wash the blood off your hands No it can't, no it can't No water can wash the blood off your hands No it can't, no it can't No water can wash the blood off your hands No it can't, no it can't No water can wash the blood off your hands No it can't, no it can't
10.
The time has come to say goodnight (Say goodnight) The time has come to say goodbye (Goodbye!) To the old guard! Goodnight, goodbye To the old guard! Goodnight, goodbye Yeah! Witness the setting sun. The tables have been turned We will not suffer their reprise (suffer reprise!) A brave new voice rings out Intense, fearless, devout A listless body now revived Old stories fit with retreads Half-truths with truth left unsaid Each time their lips moved we heard lies So now it’s time to say goodbye To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye, yeah To the old guard, tonight we sing To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye, yeah Witness the setting sun (the sun!) This century’s crash and burn (and burn!) Autocracy dethroned by ire commissar doused in fire Make note a million times Their class war, deceit, lies Their compassion laced with despise, yeah All of the hatred they bred All the division they spread We always knew they lived on lies So now it’s time to say goodbye To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye To the old guard, tonight we sing To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye Bear witness to this setting sun (Bear witness to this setting sun) The dawning of a new age has begun (The new age now has just begun) From east to west we watch this setting sun The dawning of a new age has begun And it’s time, it's time to say goodbye To the old guard, tonight we sing To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye, yeah To the old guard, tonight we sing To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye Goodnight, goodbye! Goodnight, goodbye! Goodnight, goodbye! Goodnight, goodbye! Goodnight, goodbye!
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released June 9, 2009

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