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Utwór: Firecracker

  • wykonawca: Strung Out
  • album: Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues
  • wyświetleń: 963

The other day I swear to God
  I got a letter in the mail that
  Said register with us or you're
  Gonna go to jail
  You'll be put inside a cage, then
  Forced to enlist
  Well I laughed out loud, said I
  Won't comply
  To be labeled as one of those
  Who qualify to be shipped off to
  Fight some fucking war
  'Cause war's not about policy-religion,
  It's about economy and I'm not dying
  to set your country free
  I'll never bow to your expectations
  I never have I never will
  I'm not a puppet, pawn, or
  Figure head I'm a man of my
  Own free will
  Our freedoms are slowly surrendered
  As they take more than their fill
  How much power is ever enough for
  The men, the men on Capitol Hill.
  They're cuttin's back on welfare
  IL legalizing harmlessness, am I the
  Only one to see there's something
  Wrong with this
  I don't have the answers won't
  Pretend to say I will but to put
  My trust in government,
  I think I'd rather kill
  Off mighty word democracy
  Spells freedom for you and me
  The books have all been written
  And the prophets denied
  Little by little watch this state
  Begin to fall as we awaken from
  This dream and find ourselves
  Nailed to the wall
  Oh firecracker patriotic lire, you were
  Burnin' bright the day the country
  Died, in all your glory in all your
  Pride.
  Light the way torch of Liberty
  Light the sky for the whole world
  To see, in all your glory in all
  Your pride.

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