Won't destroy the world, No, they're not that crazy Not dealing with the town hall Not that crazy No political solution so why should we bother? Whose
"Big A Little A" by Crass originally recorded in 1980. Big A little A bouncing B The sytem might have got you but it won't get me 1 2 3 4 Chorus
They sell us love as divinity When it's only a social obscenity Underneath they're all lovable Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello
Zabwe dap dooby doo Zap a da dee dop zwe bop, Zwee Dap Zee Doo. Zabwe dap zooby dooby do zee zap dee doo, This is repeated 5 or 6 times The last 2 lines
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent - singing] She said she love it, she like my muuuu-sic She like that I'm thuggin, she loves G-Unit [50 Cent] What? Uh-huh; she feelin
She said she loves it She like my music She like that I'm thuggin' She loves G-unit Baby girl, you can push me, pull me Scratch me, screw me Holla my
Stop the show Listen up We've got something to say and it's important Can't hear the words you say Or the notes you play And you're not changing
your faith and blind devotion are the actions of one aware, created as machines for the lawless powers of those who would never care. the blood runs off
erosion of the land causes my establishment to fall down to the ground below and i feel so low. i can't escape from you. reconstruction, it's time to
I didn't want to open my eyes But the bomb's strapped to my back Forced to hear the children's cries I see no reason Why (words) why (lines) life's this
Words on lies form these feelings And I'm still feeling everything Can't think of what I'd say Your canary covered eyes Still shine through everlasting
we'll never see them again i won't even try to run because it's kinda pointless here comes the sea, the sea of red it's hard to believe that our end has
dear sir or madam i'm writing you on behalf of me and my fellow man you see we're so sick and tired of being rediscovered again i'll take the fate of
It comes (grow) in truckloads (young) and torrents | We spread like the flies that eat the sweet tears from your eyes | She comes (shot) in armies (
i have no feelings for you... you can't smother this anymore. distraught notions of life's consistency, our convictions will not fall at your feet. mislead
Sors inmanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus, vana salus semper dissolubilis, obrumbratam et velatam mihi quoque niteris, nunc per ludum dorsum
We'll man the ramparts With arrows ready With our flags up We are the Romans Nero We'll man the ramparts With arrows ready With our flags up We
were you expecting a prayer from me take this thing off my face but don't let them know i said that oh nevermind without my mask you wouldn't recognize