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A bunch of punks hangin' out on the streets before a show
Patty wagon pulls up -instinct- "Run Man, let's just go!"
Cop chases them through the streets and then they go inside
They run into a show where maybe they can hide

FUCK POLICE FUCK POLICE FUCK POLICE BRUTALITY! (x4)

He hides just standing in the crowd there's nowhere he can run
The cop comes up behind him and cracks him with a gun
Drags his bloody ass outside and throws him to the ground
"There's nowhere left to take you boy you're already downtown"

FUCK POLICE FUCK POLICE FUCK POLICE BRUTALITY! (x4)

But the cops can do no wrong
They can kill, they can rape, they can do what they want,
But the cops can do no wrong
We've got to fight, take back the right,
The cops are just like Hitler's Third Reich, do what they want
Who do we fear? Who do we trust? How do we know?
Who do we fear? Who do we trust? How do we know?

FUCK POLICE FUCK POLICE FUCK POLICE BRUTALITY! (x8)

You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit! (x2)

There's a gulf war vet, dying a slow cold death
And the government says, "We don't know the source of his sickness."
But don't believe what they say, because your government is lying
They've done it before and don't you know they'll do it again
A secret test, government built virus
"Subject Test Group: Gulf Battle Field Troups"

You gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit! (x2)

First World War Veterans slaughtered by General Eisnehower
You give them your life, they give you a stab in the back
Radiation, agent orange, tested on U.S. souls
Guinea pigs for Western corporations
I never have, I never will
Pledge allegiance to their flag
You're getting used, you'll end up dead

You gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit! (x2)

I don't need you to tell me what to do
And I don't need you to tell me what to be...FUCK YOU!!!!
I don't need you to tell me what to say
And I don't need you to tell me what to think! What to think!
What to think, what to think, what to think, think, think, think!

You gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit! (x9)

I'm in conniptions for the final act you came here for
The one derivative you manage is the one I abhor
I need a minute to elaborate for everyone the
Everyday bullshit things that you have done

Your impossible ego fuck is like a
Megalomaniacal tab on my tongue
You fuckin' touch me I will rip you apart
I'll reach in and take a bite out of that
Shit you call a heart...

I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed
Made to feel miniscule
If you consider the source, it's kinda pitiful
The only thing you really know about me is...
...that's all you'll ever know

I know why you blame me (yourself)
I know why you plague me (yourself)

I'm turning it around like a knife in the shell
I wanna understand why, but I'm hurting myself
I haven't seen a lotta reasons to stop it
I can't just drop it
I'm just a bastard, but at least I admit it
At least I admit it

I know why you blame me (yourself)
I know why you plague me (yourself)

Kill you - fuck you - i will never be you
Kill you - fuck you - i will never be you
I can't fuckin' take it anymore
A snap of the synapse
And now it's fuckin' war
Kill you - fuck you - i will never be you

Here we go again, motherfucker
Come on down, and see the idiot right here
Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care
What's the matter with calamity anyway?
Right? Get the fuck outta my face
Understand that i can't feel anything
It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay
I feel like a wound, like I got a fuckin'
Gun against my head, you live when I'm dead

One more time, mother fucker

Everybody hates me now, so fuck it
Blood's on my face and my hands, and I
Don't know why, I'm not afraid to cry
But that's none of your business
Whose life is it? Get it? See it? Feel it? Eat it?
Spin it around so i can spit in its face
I wanna leave without a trace
Cuz I don't wanna die in this place

People = Shit
People = Shit (Whatcha gonna do?)
People = Shit (Cuz I am not afraid of you)
People = Shit (I'm everything you'll never be)
People = Shit

It never stops - you can't be everything to everyone
Contagion - I'm sittin' at the side of Satan
What do you want from me?
They never told me the failure I was meant to be
Overdo it - don't tell me you blew it
Stop your bitchin' and fight your way through it
I'M - NOT - LIKE - YOU - I - JUST - FUCK - UP

C'mon mother fucker, everybody has to die

People = Shit
People = Shit (Whatcha gonna do?)
People = Shit (Cuz I am not afraid of you)
People = Shit (I'm everything you'll never be)
People = Shit

have you been to the desert?
have you walked with the dead?
there's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
and the figures don't lie they speak of human disease
but we do what we want and we think what we please

have you lived the experience?
have you witnessed the plague?
people making babies sometimes just to escape
in this land of competition the compassion is gone
yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
we keep pushing on

this is just a punk rock song
written for the people who can see something's wrong
like ants in a colony we do our share
but there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
and this is just a punk rock song
(like workers in a company we do our share
but there's so many other fuckin' robots out there)

have you visited the quagmire?
have you swam in the shit?
the party conventions and the real politik
the faces always different, the rhetoric the same
but we swallow it, and we see nothing change
nothing has changed...

10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain
big strong people unwilling to give
small in vision and perspective
one in five kids below the poverty line
one population runnin' out of time