On the back of a winged horse, through the sky of pearly grey. Love is leaf-like... you and me, baby. Twinkle, twinkle, blah, blah, blah, etc...
Party with me punker Party with me punker In a condo In an air raid shelter In a photo booth The fascist pogo Party with me punker Party with me punker
You know you're frightened Because it's your time A void, a blank In your mind Reserved for 99 You knew it would be there Reserved for 99 You knew it
Well I been to the edge And there I stood and looked down You know I lost a lot of friends there I got no time to fuck around Fuck you! Hey hey hey!
Don't preach their structure, their society Perverted ideas of reality And words like freedom, they come an' call And words like hate, and war, and all
Caste off, meaning is rough. I'm one knot tangled in a heap. i know it's paradox with my dreams. i know it's paradox with my dreams. ship's creaking,
Badges We don't need no badges We don't need no stinkin' badges
Johnny got a gun Ack Ack Ack Ack Johnny got a gun Ack Ack Ack Ack Like this Ack Ack Ack Ack Like this Ack Ack Ack Ack All the papers write about Johnny
No need to be frightened at one discriminant league no more than what they use to be deep rooted in culture and belief racial clashing extreme segregating
We, the black sheep Found, forgiven Choose ourselves Make or gain Need not our conscience The strongest survive Blind lead the blind Decree not out
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I saw some military hardware today They changed the color Olive drab To yellow, brown, and grey The color of our dead The color of our glory
Where's your courage? Are you afraid to die? Are you happy that God is on your side? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's
Serious as a heart attack! Makes me feel this way... No device to measure, no word can define. I mean what I?m trying to say is how can I express ? let
The distance between black and white is much further than i would like until now i never noticed that fascism has many disguises
A word war will set off the keg. My words are war. Should a word have two meanings? What the fuck for? Should words serve the truth? I stand for language
It don't seem right Well I been strung out here all night I'm waiting for the taste you said you'd bring to me Biscayne Bay Where the Cuban children
"when those bombs start falling on the first day of world war three, I'm gonna grab me a girl and go and fuck her, yeah-yeah world war three"
