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PROFIT OVER
PEOPLE
NAFTA and GATT they didn’t ask me.
We don’t need your “trade liberation.” I just want to live with dignity.
I’m not a part of your corporate nation!
PROFIT OVER PEOPLE—PROFIT OVER ME
Billion people live everyday, crushed by debt that they can’t pay.
IMF, World Bank policies, not just banking, it’s atrocities.
PROFIT OVER PEOPLE—PROFIT OVER ME
Toxic hazards in my blood, I don’t want a mutant baby. DOW, Monsanto,
DuPont too, they don’t care about the chemical brew.
PROFIT OVER PEOPLE—PROFIT OVER ME
SECRET CITIES,
SECRET ARMIES
Don’t mind the black outs, don’t mind the lights, don’t mind the fallout,
don’t mind your rights. Don’t mind the bombs, don’t mind the planes,
don’t mind the gases that’ll drive you insane.
ALL THOSE SECRET CITIES, THE ONES THAT DON’T EXIST—THAT’S RIGHT.
Peace and Justice, SOA, Black Ops Rangers, C.I.A. Contrabands, K.G.B.,
the A.Y.F. inside of me.
ALL THOSE SECRET ARMIES, THE ONES THAT DON’T
EXIST—THAT’S RIGHT.
It’s in the papers, it’s in the news, it’s on the TV, it’s in your
food. It’s on the phone, it’s in your clothes, it’s in the street
and everybody knows. IT’S ON THE TOP AGENDA, THE ONE THAT DOESN’T
EXIST—THAT’S RIGHT.
TELEVISION
Bask my face in the TV glow, I ignore my reality.
TELEVISION EVERYWHERE, TELEVISION WHAT A SCARE, TELEVISION I HATE
YOU! YOU ANNOY ME, YOU DESTURB ME AND I HATE YOU! Plastic people and
plastic lives, it’s just another catalog. TV news and TV shows, it’s
mindless titilation.
CRAZY
Don’t wanna go to sleep, wake up and go to work. Living like a product,
another fucking jerk. THE LUNATICS WILL WORK IT OUT, THEY’RE FREAKIN’
OUT WITHOUT A DOUBT, THEY’RE CRAZY, THEY’RE CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY.
Don’t wanna be produced, don’t take my chromosomes, don’t wanna be
a socialite, don’t wanna be a clone. Don’t wanna be consumed, don’t
wanna play the game. Don’t wanna be a part of it, don’t wanna go insane.
ANOTHER DAY
Walking ‘round the town today, seein’ what there’s left to see, everything
is going down, it’s just another beat up town. HA HA HA HA HA, IT’S
JUST ANOTHER DAY TODAY! See the TV, see the news, do you think they
have a clue what is really going on? It’s just another siren song.
Police cars in the ghetto, limos on the drive, everything is doing
down, it’s just another fucked up town.
FLEAS
FLEAS—YA I GOT ‘EM BAD, FLEAS—YA I’M REALLY SAD, FLEAS—YA I HAD ENOUGH,
FLEAS FLEAS FLEAS! I’ve seen ‘em on the carpet and I’ve seen them
on the floor, one hundred billion trillion zillion, maybe even more.
I’ve seen them in the bathroom and I’ve seen them in the tub, and
I know that when I sleep, they suck my fuckin’ blood! I’ve seen ‘em
in the bedroom man, they’re all over the house, one hundred million
billion trillion zillion fucking louses. Seen ‘em in the bathroom,
they’re even in the tub. I know that when I sleep they suck my fucking
blood.
VIOLENT
BLOODY WORLD
Living in this violent world, us and them in a killing world, living
in this hateful world, bloody crimson painful world. Nothing is really
what it seems. I EVEN SCREAM IN MY DREAMS. Living in this plastic
world, a packaged manufactured world. I’m a world commodidy, they’re
buying, using, selling me. Nothing is really what it seems. I DON’T
EVEN SEE ANY GREEN. Living in this oppressive state, hell-bent on
the profit take, living in a
culture of genocide, living in a culture of genocide!
NO CONFIDENCE
Seeing eyes too blind to see of a world thats never gonna be. Stuck
in your old fashioned ways, can’t you see those days have changed?
ALL THESE PRESIDENTS WANT TO BE GOVERNMENTS, ALL THESE PRESIDENTS—I
GOT NO CONFIDENCE. Stuck in soft political ways, voted the party line.
Sent the boys off to die one too many times. It’s too late to change
again.
NO WORDS
Sick of late night politics, drunkin’ armchair Anarchists. Barfly
rebel walking tall, talking loud and thinking small. NO WORDS, GOT
NO
CONVICTION, NO WORDS, NO CONTRIDICTION, DON’T SPEAK, DON’T MAKE A
SOUND, DON’T SAY A THING, GET OUTTA TOWN—SHUT UP! Opinion, theory,
party line, got no substance, waste of time, standard banter, rhetoric,
all this talk is making me sick. Shut up!
AMERICAN STANDARD
Born to riches, born to junk, wearing a suit or think your more punk.
Just a walkin’ through life with your dick in your hand, might’a learned
a lot but you just don’t understand. YOU’RE AN AMERICAN STANDARD.
Living in the middle of a middle class lie, working harder for every
dime. Wall between the rich and poor, economic boom for whom? Life’s
a bitch, so how do you feel? You stepped in line for the New World
Deal. Blow up, burn out, fade away. Just a proud born product of the
USA. Elite have really got it made, own almost everything. In this
land of “opportunity” I don’t think it means a thing.
UNIFORM
Left, right, left, right, do what you can. Just a walking and a talking
like the everyman. All dressed up, gonna conform, walking through
life in a
uniform. UNIFORM Pretty rebels dead, that’s no alarm. He was sufficated
in his uniform. Walk right, Talk right join a scene, commercialized
synthetic dreams. Walking through life as a wanna be, all dressed
up in society. Pretty rebel died, that’s no alarm, he was cruxified
to his uniform.
NO HOPE
Thine eyes were blind and now they see. I say, No, they don’t. Some
great spirit’s gonna set you free. I say, No, it won’t. So you like
to pray. I say, That’s OK. I say, That’s alright. So go to church
when the chaos hurts and it makes you feel alright. THE HOLY BOOK
IS GETTING OLD, IT’S LOST IT’S TOUCH AND IT’S ALL CORRODED. DEAD THINGS
ROT AND THE GRAVE IS COLD. YOU’VE GOT NO FUTURE AND YOU GOT NO HOPE.Good
things come to those who wait. I say, No they don’t. Might get saved
if you keep the faith. I say, no you won’t. So you like to pray and
that’s OK. I say, that’s alright. So go to church when the chaos hurts
all those wasted days and nights. No hope.
2 X LOSER
I’m sick and tired of your disease, your pain coming down on me. I’m
sick and tired of your violent ways, I’m fuckin’ leaving you. FUCKIN’
ASSHOLE, 2 X LOSER, PATHETIC HOLD-ON, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT! I’m sick
and tired of the lies you spew just to make yourself feel big, I’m
sick and tired of your empty rage, I positively don’t need you! I’m
getting my girls behind my back, and we’re coming right after you.
We’ll give you a taste of your own medicine, we’re coming right after
you. You fucking asshole, you better watch your back...
U’WA
Oil for the U’wa, they’re living in Columbia, it means oil for America.
Oil for the U’wa, oil from Columbia, robar la tierra. Oil for the
U’wa,
incorporate Columbia, oil for la sangra of the U’wa. Oil for the U’wa
traded for the mullah, money for the land of the U’wa. Oil for the
U’wa, what does that mean to ya? The land means more than oil to the
U’wa.
WAITING
WAITING FOR THAT DAY, WAITING FOR OUR TIME TO COME, I’m waiting for
my time, waiting for the end of the world! 9,8,7 and launch off, 6,5,4,
and lock in, 3,2,1 and you’re gone, dust to dust the shadow tells
Waiting for that day, waiting for that bom to drop, I’m waiting for
my time, waiting for the end of the world! War hawks in their cellars,
planning out the Cold War, using fear for power, just another decoy.
Waiting for that day, waiting for the people to rise, I’m waiting
for my time, waiting for the end of the world! People in the streets,
fighting for their rights, people are the power—this they cannot deny!
BODY BAGS
Friends are filling body bags, diseas and famine, dressed in rags.
NOT THE KIND OF LIFE I WANT TO LIVE. Bombs are dropping, fuck the
land, inhumane ain’t just a band. Bombs are dropping—blow em’ up!
Body bags—zip ‘em up! Send them home—in a truck! Don’t want that life—it’s
got to suck!
BLACK DEATH
On a lonely stretch of highway I see the towers looming far away,
tall as a mountain made of brick, black smoke belching it makes me
sick. BLACK SMOKE, BLACK DEATH Where there’s smoke, you know there’s
fire burning for the industrial machine, adding carbon to the air.
Global warming—it’s not just a “scare.” Not just fuel, we’re burning
our trash. Plastic molecules are here to last. I don’t want to breathe
dioxin, cancer causing inhalations. (remember) Bhopal, Silent Spring,
Love Canal...beware.
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