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[tomdidntwait]

We don't need your democracy.
Execute them kindly for me.
Take them by their filthy nostrils
Put them up in doggy hostels.

We don't need your hypocrisy
Execute real democracy.
Post-industrial society
The unthinking majority

Anti-depressants
Controlling tools of your system
Making life more tolerable
Making life more tolerable


I believe that you're wrong
Insinuating that they hold the bomb
Clearing the way for the oil brigade

[Mord]

We don't need your democracy.
Execute them kindly for me.
Take them by their filthy nostrils
Put them up in doggy hostels.

We don't need your hypocrisy
Execute real democracy.
Post-industrial society
The unthinking majority

Anti-depressants
Controlling tools of your system
Making life more tolerable
Making life more tolerable


I believe that you're wrong
Insinuating that they hold the bomb
Clearing the way for the oil brigade

Nice and angry...who is this?

[marsattacks666]

I think it is the singer from System of the Down

[Mord]

I think it is the singer from System of the Down

Thanks, that makes sense.

[marsattacks666]

Thanks, that makes sense.

🤘👁

[geezer butler]

Ok, I'll jump in with some of my fav politically charged lyrics too:

The Clash "Guns of Brixton"

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?

Public Enemy "Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos"

I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers

Bad Brains "FVK"

The bourgeoisie had better watch out for me
All throughout this so called nation
We don't want your filthy money
We don't need your innocent bloodshed
We just wanna end your world

[marsattacks666]

Borrowing from Geezer


The Clash-White Riot-1977

White riot, I want to riot
White riot, a riot of our own
White riot, I want to riot
White riot, a riot of our own

Black man gotta lotta problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick

And everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
And nobody wants
To go to jail

White riot, I want to riot
White riot, a riot of our own
White riot, I want to riot
White riot, a riot of our own

All the power's in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it

And everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
And nobody wants
To go to jail

White riot, I want to riot
White riot, a riot of our own
White riot, I want to riot
White riot, a riot of our own

Hey, you, standing in line
Are we gonna sign an agreement?

[Mord]

Two classics, Geezer. "Guns of Brixton" is one of the best songs on "London Calling". Though, it might have sounded better if Strummer had sang it

[Wicked Lester]

No more Mr NIce Guy. Easy one of his best top 5 songs!

[marsattacks666]

Alice Cooper-The Black Widow

These words he speaks are true, we're all humanary stew if,
We don't pledge allegiance to The Black Widow.
The horror that he brings, the horror of his sting,
The unholiest of kings, the Black Widow.
Our minds will be his toy,
And every girl and boy will learn to be employed by the Black Widow.

Love him, yes, we love him, love him, yes, we love him.

He sits upon his throne and picks at all the bones of his,
Husbands and his wives he's devoured.
He stares with a gleam, with a laugh so obscene,
At the virgins and the children he's deflowered.

Love him, yes, we love him, love him, yes, we love him.

Our thoughts are hot and crazed, our brains are webbed in haze,
Of mindless senseless daze, the Black Widow.
These words he speaks are true, we're all humanary stew,
If we don't pledge allegiance to the Black Widow.

[Mord]

   RED RIGHT HAND

Take a little walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires
Hey man, you know you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty red coat with a right red hand

He'll wrap you up in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep in the hole, heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're never coming back
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name across this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

You got no money? He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self respect, you feel like an insect
Well, don't you worry, buddy, 'cause here he comes
Through the ghetto and the barrio and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand

  You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll meet him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems
  You'll see him in your head, on the T.V.  screen
  Hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
  Designed and directed by his red right hand

[geezer butler]

EPMD: "Don't act too cool cuz you might get shot."

[geezer butler]

You wanna talk about some of the best lyrics ever . . .

He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man
The only survivor of the National People's Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom
The police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
And I found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine
And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
Having scored a trillion dollars, made a run back home
Found him slumped across the table a gun and me alone
I ran to the window looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit he'd left me an autograph
Let me collect dust I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit

[marsattacks666]

You wanna talk about some of the best lyrics ever . . .

He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man
The only survivor of the National People's Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom
The police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
And I found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine
And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
Having scored a trillion dollars, made a run back home
Found him slumped across the table a gun and me alone
I ran to the window looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit he'd left me an autograph
Let me collect dust I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit

Great song, great album( Aladdin Sane) from a great and legendary performer and talent. The Late, Great, Mr. David Bowie.

[marsattacks666]

Tool- Prison Sex

It took so long to remember just what happened
I was so young and vestal then you know it hurt me
But I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise

I've got my hands bound
And my head down,
And my eyes closed
My throat's wide open

I do unto others what has been done to me
Do unto others what has been done to you

I'm treading water
I need to sleep a while
My lamb and martyr,
You look so precious

Won't you—won't you come on a bit closer
Close enough so I can smell you

I need you to feel this
I can't stand to burn too long
Released in sodomy
For one sweet moment I am whole

I do unto you now what has been done to me
Do unto you now what has been done

You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise

Won't you—won't you come on a bit closer
Close enough so I can smell you

I need you to feel this
I need this to make me whole
Released in sodomy
Have you witnessed that blood and flesh can't be trusted
Have you witnessed that blood and flesh can't be trusted
And only this one holy medium brings me peace of mind

Got your hands bound,
And your head down
And your eyes closed
You look so precious now

I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
crap blood and cum on my hands
I've come round full circle

My lamb and martyr,
This will be over soon

You look so precious