Skinnies and metal heads,
born in the gutter, and chained to the radiator of a squat basement for 19 years
We are proud to announce the triumph return, the thunderous cacophony,
the CRACK ROCK STEADY BEAT!
As the same bitches that brought you the tower tumblin', Mediocre Generica, on 9-11-01
As the same mother fuckers that united the Gay Rudies,
Rock crack city!
And sainted the Columbine kids,..we are pleased to present...
FROM ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK OF THE FOOD STAMP LINE!
AND STRAIGHT OUTTA MOTHERFUCKIN' REHAB!
IT'S THE GOOD, THE BAD,
ITS THE ONE AND ONLY....
I'm being hunted by paleface in blue
and these cracka' spooks are haunting you too
With municipal shovels they're out digging our graves
Under threat of reprisal we abide to enslave
but Policia, policia; why can't you see
Your bullets will never pacify me
I don't fight the world; the world fights me
Cause the gang in control is the fucking P.D.
a liar once said "we're innocent til proven guilty" - but the the truth is absurd
we're poor until proven rich
and the scales of justice are fixed by lying pigs
Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear?
Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there
On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope
We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope,
We're telling you you'd better pray cos you were born in sin
Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in
We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray
We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay
If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist
If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist
Government free, you and me
no gods no managers
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists.
They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes
They sit on the fence;
Real people stand against
And say they have the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in with dissention
And if an arms dealer is the record boss,
The record labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the dross
What they don't break gets bent.... John.
But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, owned by America.
On their side American troopers and bombs
On our side the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... look out...
Stickin chicken, American grains.
Licking shittin, American reigns.
Kiddies fit in American trains.
Bombs tick in American.... planes.
American tourist, American free,
Two week tour in our misery.
A good museum but a stinking home.
The natives hang on the rotten.... backbone.
America owns, American wins.
Comes in packets bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our ears
It's been our soul for twenty.... years.
if you live with anger and hate, just like here
where i live in fear of losing my mind
and killing you all, leaving no one behind
now, shows over come home, and i'm all alone
with no one to talk to and no pot to smoke
and they don't understand, me or who i am
they'll never except that this is all who i am
and all i can do is never enough
i wish that for once they'd just fucking lay off
Mickey Mouse... Fuck off
And as the Grand Central Circus is created by the masses, So, by our labour, will it be destroyed.