Good Riddance Lyrics
Good Riddance Lyrics
"Decoy Lyrics"
Rapper's Ball Lyrics
Where them naked hoes at? E-Feezey! Too Scheezy! We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby! Off the heezy I thought you theezy!! Niggaz ain't havin n
Where them naked hoes at? E-Feezey! Too Scheezy! We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby! Off the heezy I thought you theezy!! Niggaz ain't havin n
well i thought we'd arrived at a tract in our history
where we'd fought every endeavor we could fight
yet i shuddered with grim preconception
as the cannonade erupted into light
and my ocular gaze lay dehiscent
it seemed that i could not look away
and every god fearing son was a patriot
and victory remained
Shame Lyrics
No blacks, no whites, no Ku Klux Klan Orientals, Mexicans No guns, no bombs, national front No greed, no hate, no government No smog, no filth, no factor
elusive No blacks, no whites, no Ku Klux Klan Orientals, Mexicans No guns, no bombs, national front No greed, no hate, no government No smog, no filth, no factor
just one bomb away
oh yeah one bomb away
and they say that customs will reconcile people
to any atrocity - (George Bernard Shaw)
from dachau to belfast to baghdad
from sea to shining sea
and they say that when fascism crosses our borders
it'll be wrapped up in a shroud
glowing red, w
Reconditioned Lyrics
Situated between a process Of our worlds expression Development Existence like a black hole Birth from another Dependent on each other
hite, and blue Situated between a process Of our worlds expression Development Existence like a black hole Birth from another Dependent on each other
and our rectors they say will explain it away
as the ravings of a passionate few
well i happened to visit a slaughterhouse
where cessation's redolence rose to the sky
and propitious creatures await a most virulent fate
which their pacific demeanor belies
it was a place i don't care to return
Rotting With Your Christ Lyrics
[Lyrics by: John McEntee Music by: John McEntee & Kyle Severn] Rotting with your christ I can see The impending suffering Your words vanishingto
whose chambers compassion would not recognize
where slaughter is sanctification
and humanity covers it's eyes
covers it's eyes
my country 'tis of thee
sweet land of liberty
of thee i sing of thee i sing
i don't want to be a patriot
if being a patriot means being like you
[Lyrics by: John McEntee Music by: John McEntee & Kyle Severn] Rotting with your christ I can see The impending suffering Your words vanishing
whose chambers compassion would not recognize
where slaughter is sanctification
and humanity covers it's eyes
covers it's eyes
my country 'tis of thee
sweet land of liberty
of thee i sing of thee i sing
i don't want to be a patriot
if being a patriot means being like you