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Les paroles de Stars And Stripes Of Corruption
| | | Artiste: | Kennedys Dead |
| | Album: | Frankenchrist | | Titre: | Stars And Stripes Of Corruption | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 65 fois | | | | Paroles: | words: Biafra, music:Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Peligro
Finally got to Washington in the middle
of the night
I couldn't wait
I headed straight for the Capitol Mall
My heart
began to pound
Yahoo! It really exists
The American International Pictures
logo
I looked up at the Capitol Building
Couldn't help but wonder why
I felt
like saying "Hello, old friend"
Walked up the hill to touch it
Then I unzipped my
pants
And pissed on it when nobody was looking
Like a great eternal
Klansman
With his two flashing red eyes
Turn around he's always watching
The
Washington monument pricks the sky
With flags like pubic hair ringed 'round the
bottom
The symbols of our heritage
Lit up proudly in the night
Somehow fits to
see the homeless people
Passed out on the lawn
So this is where it happens
The
power games and bribes
All lobbying for a piece of ass
Of the stars and stripes of
corruption
Makes me feel so ashamed
To be an American
When we're too stuck up
to learn from our mistakes
Trying to start another Viet Nam
Like fiddling while Rome burns
at home
The Boss says, "You're laid off. Blame the Japanese"
"America's back,"
alright
At the game it plays the worst
Strip mining the world like a slave
plantation
No wonder others hate us
And the Hitlers we handpick
To bleed their
people dry
For our evil empire
The drug we're fed
To make us like it
Is
God and country with a band
People we know who should know better
Howl, "America
riles. Let's go to war!"
Business scams are what's worth dying for
Are the Soviets
our worst enemy?
We're destroying ourselves instead
Who cares about our civil
rights
As long as I get paid?
The blind Me-Generation
Doesn't care if life's a
lie
so easily used, so proud to enforce
The stars and stripes of
corruption
Let's bring it all down!
Tell me who's the real patriots
The Archie
Bunker slobs waving flags?
Or the people with the guts to work
For some real
change
Rednecks and bombs don't make us strong
We loot the world, yet we can't even
feed ourselves
Our real test of strength is caring
Not the toys of war we sell the
world
Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms
Old glory for a
blanket
As you suck on your thumbs
Real freedom scares you
'Cos it means
responsibility
So you chicken out and threaten me
Saying, "Love it or leave
it"
I'll get beat up if I criticize it
You say you'll fight to the death
To save your
worthless flag
If you want a banana republic that bad
Why don't you go move to
one
But what can just one of us do?
Against all that money and power
Trying to crush
us into roaches?
We don't destroy society in a day
Until we change ourselves
first
From the inside out
We can start by not lying so much
And treating other
people like dirt
It's easy not to base our lives
On how much we can scam
And
you know
It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs
I'm thankful I live in a
place
Where I can say the things I do
Without being taken out and shot
So I'm guard
against the goons
Trying to take my rights away
We've got to rise above the need for cops
and laws
Let kids learn communication
Instead of schools pushing
competition
How about more art and theater instead of sports?
People will always do
drugs
Let's legalize them
Crime drops when the mob can't price them
Budget's in the
red?
Let's tax religion
No one will do it for us
We'll just have to fix
ourselves
Honesty ain't all that hard
Just put Rambo back inside your pants
Causing
trouble for the system is much more fun
Thank you for the toilet paper
But your flag
is meaningless to me
Look around, we're all people
Who needs countries
anyway?
Our land I love it too
I think I love it more than you
I care enough to
fight
The stars and stripes of corruption
Let's bring it all down!
If
we don't try
If we just lie
If we can't find
A way to do it better than this
Who
will?
D E A D K E N N E D Y S
JELLO BIAFRA D. H. PELIGRO
Vocals Drums &
Vocals
KLAUS FLOURIDE EAST BAY RAY
Bass & Vocals Guitar, Synthesizer,
and 12-string
Electric Bellzouki
Produced by Jello Biafra
Engineered by John Cuniberti
Mixed by Cuniberti
and Biafra
Recorded at Hyde St. Studios, San
Francisco
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