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Propagandhi How To Clean Everything

dance and laugh and play. ignore the message we convey. it seems we're only here to entertain. a rebellion cut-to-fit. i refuse to be the soundtrack

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

I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm begging you to beg me. And I want you now. Yeah, I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm

A sylvan way of life for those who seek none beyond a parkland mall. This land scape oasis now feigns city hall. And they call this peace. Not how it

ska sucks. ska revival isn't cool you stupid fuck. the bands are only in it for the bucks. and if you don't believe me you're a schmuck. but the trend

like no one really cares. Peripherally blind. Intellectually numb. Ignorance by choice? Or just plain fucking dumb? You're threatened by my mind. You want everything

Dance and laugh and play Ignore the message we convey It seems we're only Here to entertain A rebellion cut-to-fit I refuse to be the soundtrack to it

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

You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief in a God that's left you behind. You simply fill the gap between the upper and lower class