Majesty Twelve The Majesty Twelve The thirteen families who run the world They rule the world all thirteen the Majestic The USA became leaders of the Marxist's
was a day when this place had company the place stays the same the people change everybodys rich everybodys broke no middle of a class no in betweens
those ain't the bars that I like to hang out in U.S, bombs the world That's what the T.V said U.S, bombs the world That's what the papers say yesterday
on What about you? I gave my word, it's in the blood Don't take it back, don't take it back, back in You let it smash till there's nothing left You'
in their graves We ain't young Tribulation, tears & sin Poisend heads from the west end No more spirits left four humanity And it's cold And it's raining
dont need you (4x) i dont get along with no one i cant stand it when you try to help im on the defense thats what wins as what the hell ya lookn at DONT
Well ya left me dead and ya didn't wanna be my friend - Yeah, yeah do it again Rolled me over went threw my pocket and ran - Hey hey do it again Goin
need the rest Put me out of misery Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break I'm a slowe for the gow Slave labor to slave And drag around Needle's
daily tolls Too much everything is hurry up and wait Everything I get goes to the man My life gets wasted in a bag Had to cop on the street this alley's
You got a ticket to my place Short ride on the "L" train Get off between Broadway and main I forget the name I'm in a rocket to Russia I'm wa?hin
Me and my bike go everywhere together Just the same way evil did Me and my bike take pink slips All around the neighborhood Me and my anti-biker cycle
Look at yourself and the mirror pretends What you see is superman Marvel comic heroes to go Goin' up the wall like spiderman All the bodies are invited
They want me, back inside - they want you back inside They want me, back inside - they want you back inside I ain't goin' back to the inside I ain
's a crying bum, I need a road dog Where's Santa Claus? On my last drop in stuck eating crumbs No gift, December 25th, no bottle's empty Where's St.
the oil in the middle east Ousted, ousted, ousted, ousted Ya don?t believe ya don?t, it's dungary, it's dungary to talk Ya don?t believe it's dungary
the apocalypse Before the beast On the 4th of July They got their hands in your pocket They got rockets in the sky Looks like it's Bloody Sunday State
i aint got no luggage draggin me around analyzin all of yer problems walkin lookin at the groundtheres gotta be more to this there knockin down all the
Cheers! Cheers! Cheers to you, cheers to me Cheers to everything I see Cheers to us and cheers to them Here's to the greatest ambiance Thanx for coming
