Propagandhi lyrics
Propagandhi lyrics
"The State-Lottery lyrics"
Burned Up lyrics
Burned up, my throat is ripped open, I can't sing, I can not scream, havin' hard times, fall asleep Remind me, I keep my spirits high, it always could be worse, right destiny, my own life Save me the
Now the real prospects for authentic democracy depend on something else.Burned up, my throat is ripped open, I can't sing, I can not scream, havin' hard times, fall asleep Remind me, I keep my spirits high, it always could be worse, right destiny, my own life Save me the
They depend on how the people in the rich and priveliged societies learn some other lessons.
For example the lessons that are being taught right now like the Mayans in Chiapas, Mexico.
They are among the most impoverished and oppressed sectors in the continent.
But unlike us they retain a vibrant tradition of liberty and democracy.
A tradition that we've allowed to slip
The Circus lyrics
Call it new technology and they use it to burn And they show no concern. Work for their prosperity while the big wheels turn Now it's too late to learn. Don't vpset the teacher though we know he lie
out of our hands or has been stolen from us.Call it new technology and they use it to burn And they show no concern. Work for their prosperity while the big wheels turn Now it's too late to learn. Don't vpset the teacher though we know he lie
And unless people here in the rich and privileged society,
unless they can recapture and revitalize that tradition,
the prospects for democracy are indeed dim.
Does it seem strange to you?
The confetti. The balloons.
The mile-wide grins and the victory dance to welcome
in the heir to a state of (utter and complete) disrepair?
Because it sure seems strange to me: they're acting like they
Sinister Exaggerator lyrics
Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You cause the kids of Elmer Fudd To feed the farmer whose Cadaver's filled with onion rin
on the fucking lottery!Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You cause the kids of Elmer Fudd To feed the farmer whose Cadaver's filled with onion rin
I mean, shouldn't they feel terror at the task that lies ahead:
to feed and house the people that this system's left for dead.
And could I have hit the nail much harder on the head?
It's profits before lives.
They are motivated by greed.
First they taught us to depend on their nation-states to mend our tired minds,
our broken bones, our bleeding limbs.
But now they've sold off all the splints and contracted
Afraid Of Being Wrong lyrics
Don't speak unless spoken toand then you don't say muchyou think you're so self-righteousbut your mind is out of touchYou're afraid you're afraid of being wrongalways be the passive one and go alongyo
out the tourniquetsDon't speak unless spoken toand then you don't say muchyou think you're so self-righteousbut your mind is out of touchYou're afraid you're afraid of being wrongalways be the passive one and go alongyo
and if we jump through hoops then we might just survive.
Is this what we deserve?
To scrub the palace floors?
To fight amongst ourselves?
As we scramble for the crumbs they spit out,
frothing at the mouth about the scapegoats that they've chosen for us.
With every racist pointed finger I can hear the goose-steps getting closer.
They no longer represent us so is it not our obligation to confront this tyranny?