The New and Improved what song are you listening to now thread!
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JBeukema
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[ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfIQNM2MAFk[/ame]
Useless faith and numbered days
The end is near, we´re all insane
The end is near, the drug is fear
Obey these words and believe me
Puppets play your game
Useless faith or poisoned veins
Follow me blindly into oblivion
Useless faith and numbered days
The end is near, we´re all insane
The doomsayers, the clock-watchers
Control your fate for their needs
When the bullets are a legal drug
Murder is the ultimate rush
Society will punish you, is it wrong to execute
When will the powerful learn to understand
When we split our wrists the same blood
Falls into the sand
Useless faith and numbered days
The end is near, we´re all insane
Useless faith and numbered days
The end is near, we´re all insane
The end is near, the drug is fear
Obey these words and believe me
Puppets play your game
Useless faith or poisoned veins
Follow me blindly into oblivion
Useless faith and numbered days
The end is near, we´re all insane
The doomsayers, the clock-watchers
Control your fate for their needs
When the bullets are a legal drug
Murder is the ultimate rush
Society will punish you, is it wrong to execute
When will the powerful learn to understand
When we split our wrists the same blood
Falls into the sand
Useless faith and numbered days
The end is near, we´re all insane
JBeukema
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Jimmy joined the army ‘cause he had no place to go
There ain’t nobody hirin’
‘round here since all the jobs went
down to Mexico
Reckoned that he’d learn himself a trade maybe see the world
Move to the city someday and marry a black haired girl
Somebody somewhere had another plan
Now he’s got a rifle in his hand
Rollin’ into Baghdad wonderin’ how he got this far
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm
Red white and blue to the bone when he landed in Kandahar
Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
Been a year now and he’s still there
Chasin’ ghosts in the thin dry air
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
When will we ever learn
When will we ever see
We stand up and take our turn
And keep tellin’ ourselves we’re free
Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and rocks when the tanks would come
Ain’t nothin’ else to do around here just a game children play
Somethin’ ‘bout livin’ in fear all your life makes you hard that way
He answered when he got the call
Wrapped himself in death and praised Allah
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
Jimmy joined the army ‘cause he had no place to go
There ain’t nobody hirin’
‘round here since all the jobs went
down to Mexico
Reckoned that he’d learn himself a trade maybe see the world
Move to the city someday and marry a black haired girl
Somebody somewhere had another plan
Now he’s got a rifle in his hand
Rollin’ into Baghdad wonderin’ how he got this far
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm
Red white and blue to the bone when he landed in Kandahar
Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
Been a year now and he’s still there
Chasin’ ghosts in the thin dry air
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
When will we ever learn
When will we ever see
We stand up and take our turn
And keep tellin’ ourselves we’re free
Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and rocks when the tanks would come
Ain’t nothin’ else to do around here just a game children play
Somethin’ ‘bout livin’ in fear all your life makes you hard that way
He answered when he got the call
Wrapped himself in death and praised Allah
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
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Oh, I live in California. I can look out at the ocean
On the silver blue Pacific. It is always there to see,
But I'm so busy working that I don't have time to see it,
But it's the knowing that it's there that means lot to me.
And it makes it hard, when I close my eyes,
When I can see the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children with the flies in their eyes.
And those with all the money, they are having nervous breakdowns,
And they're always taking pills to make them feel the otherwise.
Well, how could I ever stumble or complain that things aren't going right?
How could I ever fail to see rainbows in the skies?
And it makes it hard, when I close my eyes,
Because I can see the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children with the flies in their eyes.
Oh, faith it is a fire, and it's fanned by the winds of thanks.
I am worried of our numbers, and I'm worried of our ranks,
As we fire up the Porsches, fighting to survive,
And we look for valet parking out on Rodeo Drive.
And it makes it hard. I wonder if God cries
When he sees the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children with the flies in their eyes.
And I'm not my brother's keeper, for I do not have the power,
As if part of some great game that they play on the other side;
Because it's all I can do to just keep myself together.
Still, I see the faces in the blue Pacific tide.
And it makes it hard, when I close my eyes,
And I can see the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children with the flies in their eyes.
Is it not for us to wonder? Is it not for us to question?
Is it not for us to cry out? This cannot be denied;
For we are but a family without walls, but we have waters,
And every face you see, it is you and it is I.
And it makes it hard, when you close your eyes,
And you can see the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children, yeah, the pictures of the children
With the flies in their eyes.
Oh, I live in California. I can look out at the ocean
On the silver blue Pacific. It is always there to see,
But I'm so busy working that I don't have time to see it,
But it's the knowing that it's there that means lot to me.
And it makes it hard, when I close my eyes,
When I can see the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children with the flies in their eyes.
And those with all the money, they are having nervous breakdowns,
And they're always taking pills to make them feel the otherwise.
Well, how could I ever stumble or complain that things aren't going right?
How could I ever fail to see rainbows in the skies?
And it makes it hard, when I close my eyes,
Because I can see the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children with the flies in their eyes.
Oh, faith it is a fire, and it's fanned by the winds of thanks.
I am worried of our numbers, and I'm worried of our ranks,
As we fire up the Porsches, fighting to survive,
And we look for valet parking out on Rodeo Drive.
And it makes it hard. I wonder if God cries
When he sees the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children with the flies in their eyes.
And I'm not my brother's keeper, for I do not have the power,
As if part of some great game that they play on the other side;
Because it's all I can do to just keep myself together.
Still, I see the faces in the blue Pacific tide.
And it makes it hard, when I close my eyes,
And I can see the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children with the flies in their eyes.
Is it not for us to wonder? Is it not for us to question?
Is it not for us to cry out? This cannot be denied;
For we are but a family without walls, but we have waters,
And every face you see, it is you and it is I.
And it makes it hard, when you close your eyes,
And you can see the pictures taken at Botswanna—
The pictures of the children, yeah, the pictures of the children
With the flies in their eyes.
JBeukema
Rookie
- Banned
- #23,820
[ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSGmsjUs3Gw[/ame]
Don't be silent, fight
Violence, mêlées and disturbances of peace
Here's your introduction to destruction and the hate sustaining me
Are we safer or in danger drowning in atrocities?
Riot gear the slaves are here piling corpses high
It's the rich man's war but it's the poor that fight
More capitalist crimes, more enemies than allies
No WMD's, who gives a **** if they die?
Just kill 'em all, watch 'em fall, skin the world with their lies
It's the rich man's war but it's the poor that fight
Stand up, speak out, strike back
Stand up, speak out, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
My religion of resistance challenging everything
Radicals and dissidents of creativity
We are the children of the siege, you hide
In this rich man's war where the poor just die
More deception and greed, more wars and disease
More lies from the high, mind that seek to deceive
A weak nation of need like silent thieves in the night
It's a rich man's war but it's the poor that die
Stand up, speak out, strike back
Stand up, speak out, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
Stand, fight, speak, fight, strike back
Stand, fight, speak, fight, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
This is my battle cry
Defy the lies of the tyrant race
With a fist in the air
And a finger in their face
Defy the tyrants, don't be silent [x4]
Stand up, speak out, strike back
Stand up, speak out, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
Stand, fight, speak, fight, strike back
Stand, fight, speak, fight, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
Well, there's no way they can stop us now
There's no way they can stop us now
There's no way they can stop us
So let them try, we fight or we die
Don't be silent, fight
Violence, mêlées and disturbances of peace
Here's your introduction to destruction and the hate sustaining me
Are we safer or in danger drowning in atrocities?
Riot gear the slaves are here piling corpses high
It's the rich man's war but it's the poor that fight
More capitalist crimes, more enemies than allies
No WMD's, who gives a **** if they die?
Just kill 'em all, watch 'em fall, skin the world with their lies
It's the rich man's war but it's the poor that fight
Stand up, speak out, strike back
Stand up, speak out, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
My religion of resistance challenging everything
Radicals and dissidents of creativity
We are the children of the siege, you hide
In this rich man's war where the poor just die
More deception and greed, more wars and disease
More lies from the high, mind that seek to deceive
A weak nation of need like silent thieves in the night
It's a rich man's war but it's the poor that die
Stand up, speak out, strike back
Stand up, speak out, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
Stand, fight, speak, fight, strike back
Stand, fight, speak, fight, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
This is my battle cry
Defy the lies of the tyrant race
With a fist in the air
And a finger in their face
Defy the tyrants, don't be silent [x4]
Stand up, speak out, strike back
Stand up, speak out, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
Stand, fight, speak, fight, strike back
Stand, fight, speak, fight, strike back
They don't know what they started
Confrontation
Well, there's no way they can stop us now
There's no way they can stop us now
There's no way they can stop us
So let them try, we fight or we die
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