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Sixty Pounds
04:16
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No, wait, you’re not going anywhere
You could, grow up and ruin our plan
We do, everything just for your good
Look at the mirror, you’re so fat, that’s what they say
Still a little one when they put you in the front of this fashion train of death
They were watching every gram of weight you’ve ever gained
Forbade you to eat and go outside, not to choose the path you’d like
Even though she was rising up in fame, the rules were insane.
REF:
Everybody knows, she is falling down
Everybody knows, but no one helps her out
Everybody knows, but no one even tries
Everybody knows, everybody!
No, wait, you’re not going anywhere
You could grow up and ruin our plan
We do, everything just for your good
Look at the mirror, you’re so fat, that’s what they say
Revealed to the bone you’re marching in the front, of those icons of pretense
Walking here and there with great applause, but you can barely stand
Sixty pounds of weight, they clap their hands, cause they paid the entrance
Yeah, when greed outgrows the brain, ain’t no way back
REF:
In front of their eyes…
Your life belongs to you, so keep it fucking close
Cause It`ll be too late once they‘ve stolen it to use
Your life is only yours, so never lose control
Your decisions, Your future
Your choice, Your privilege
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Fuck your god, only I decide, who goes in and out, of my fucking body
Not the government, full of hypocrites, fully patronized, by the Christian lobby
It’s not the church, it’s not the state, I own myself, and my wisdom
So, fuck your pride, It’s not a crime, our dignity means our freedom
REF:
Rise up, don`t be afraid, fight for your faith
Rise up, and shout that anger out
Rise up, don`t be afraid, and fight the hate
Rise up, shout your stand out loud
Fuck your god, only I decide, my identity, and who I'm dating
No traditions, macho principles, nor inquisition like the middle ages
You’re way too far, to think we will, lower our heads and tolerate it
Covered mouth, can’t stop our rights, you crossed the line so we’re ready
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No matter what you’re thinking
Your reign’s not gonna last
We’ll forge a new reality
You’re a relic of the past
Revolution polka
On your dead body
You say that I’m no-one
But together we’re somebody
We’ve got a lot of lamp posts
A lot of ropes
For the barons and the popes
Spirits freed from fiscal cages
When you swing we dance my friend
Your gasoline burns and so will you
The secret cipher spells your doom
Long we lived under the brutes
Rip the weeds with their roots
Arise O man the kingdom’s yours
The king’s drowning in wine
And from his dead bones, we just might
Make us a new shrine
We’ll bury the rich and piss on their graves
We’ll sign satan saves
Who’s gonna miss them
Maybe their kids
But they’re spoiled cunts anyway
Anyway
Terry R. Wrist
Kill the rich
Terry R. Wrist
Kill the rich
We’ll take down your walls
And burn your house down
And from the ashes of your corpses
Build us a new world
We’ll take over your fortress
Built from our sweat and tears
The never-ending struggle
It ends right here
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Hypnotized me
And used me
And drained me
Sacrificed me - I was a corporate offering
Liberated - I’m not a fucking victim
So you’re on the dole
They gave you the boot
Murder is wrong
Unless they’re wearing a suit
Corporate lifestyle’s not for you
That meager wage just won’t do
I am the superior I own this place
Draining the peasant - I have the say
I’m the laborer and I got the fucking bomb
And explosions are my favorite song
15 years been building this shit for you
The sadness, the debt, the hunger
We raised your thrones
We gave our lives to you
The hunger, the rent, the hate
Let us eat bills, rubbish, and dirt
Trickle down’s another scam
Somewhere there’s utopia waiting
Or I’ll be damned
Falling asleep with implanted dreams
I’m myself, you don’t own me
Liberated - I don’t listen no more
To my master's voice
Under the spell of profit seduction
We gave up our means of production
Cubicle slave for the company
Or a sweating drone in a factory
One sewered link tears the whole chain down
The unshackled rowers make the captain drown
Do not submit to your captor's demands
They’re making money off of your hands
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You're so cool, you're so pretty
The day I brought you home from the city
I knew I wasn't wasting my time
Skankin our way from the dumpster to the grave
I was a teenage anarchist cresting a new wave
Listening to the Victim and hating yer state
You made me rest, you made me strong
And I can't stop playing you all night long
You're the one who brings me the light
Thank you for the reggae sound
Call it Madness but I'm found
With the Maytals on my mind
The Pressure drops
The Pressure drops
Give me that drum
Give me that bass
Give me the music
Take me out of this place
Give me that righteous rebel message
Sing about my dreams
Shout about my pain
You are the one still keeping me sane
Bring me back hope and give me courage
No Sir, I won't, I listen to the Crass
Were Brewing some Mischief
And dancing to The Clash
Defiance in Ohio
We share what we got
You took me up, you brought me back
And I cant wait to hear another track
With this baby, ain't no reason to die
Then Roky came from outer space
And Im no longer INDK
With Jaya to soothe my heart
I'm fucking in love
Endless track This is my family
This Loop-troop rocked my destiny
Comeback kid brought the energy
To Rise Against all authorities
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Jet8 Prague, Czech Republic
Punk/HC/Skacore from Prague since 2005
jet8@centrum.cz
www.facebook.com/jet8cz/
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