Sing Along
No thought out plan, no pointed
fingers, no questions asked, no answers given, no reasons why, no right
or wrong. If we play that song, will you sing along? Cos that’s all you
want, that’s all you need, your comfortable identity. You think you’re
strong, I’ll prove you wrong. Apathy is the flavor of the weak...
You Suck
You put it in your mouth, you light
it and you suck. You suck and suck and suck and suck and suck and suck
and suck. You give away your money to shorten down your life. The glamour
of tobacco: You look cool and you die. Your breath stinks and your clothes
stink and your lungs hurt and you die.
Blood
Spare no envy for the traits of
blood. Feel no pity for the cost of blood. Trace no evil in the wake of
blood. Touch no sickness, get no sickness. Blood, nowhere near, the distance
kept. Blood, nauseating fear of death. Blood, kill it, shut the skin. King
of fears – leave it here.
Bent Out Of Shape
Bent out of Shape, he stepped to
the side. His anger lost it’s focus and his focus lost pride. Cos the world
he had known and the boy he had been had vanished with the past and left
him hollow within. See, he’d been searching for identity, a punk in his
youth. An outcast from society just looking for truth. He wanted the unity.
He hungered for clarity. He needed the answers so fuckin bad that he believed
them when they said: The straight edge will tell you why. The Straight
edge will never die. Just wait and see, the straight edge will set you
free. The unity outweighed the relevance of ideals. Integritys importance
up against the appeal of social acceptance in drugfree resistance and the
ever so united, side by side, pointed fingers singalongs. But he couldn’t
get the ideals to match and the unity was just out on loan. You see the
edges aren’t straight from scratch and that’s why you gotta make your own.
Cos if you think the edge will set you free, you’ve got anothing thing
coming. The edge won’t set you free, you better get yourself a life!!
Scene Pride
You bought the album and you bought
the clothes. You X-up every time you go to shows. You claim you’re straight
but there is no doubt. You’ll turn your back as the hype fades out. It’s
a scene, it’s not an ego trip. It means much more than just a hype to me.
Can’t you see that I’d rather be a part, than crush the dream and choke
the flame that is burning in my heart? We’ll never hide our scene pride.
The scene is like the tide, we’ve got it on our side, tomorrow we may not
so take pride in what you’ve got.
Oil Unit Corps God Country
Bam!! You’re Dead!! This is your
prophet calling. I saved you, I gave you a reason to live. So kneel down
and pray and bring to justice all those sacrilegious swine that mock our
faith. Prepared to die for your country, your flag and honour? Prepared
to die for religion, your holy father? Prepared to die for your god? Bam!!
You’re Dead!! This is your country calling. I fed you, I bred you. It’s
payback. So pay back against the wall that once protected. Kept you safe
from men in blindfolds different colours that your own. And the firing
squad, your exchange students with a stick up their asses twice as long
as yours. You didn’t die for your country, your country killed you. You
didn’t die for religion, religion killed you. You didn’t die for your country,
your country killed you. Your country killed you for oil.
...And Never Again
Dehumanize. Run the streets, spread
the lies.
Shut em in. Cut the flesh, burn
the skin. The Fascist ideal. The cleasing of the race. The survival of
the strong. With chains and knives and guns we’ll prove them wrong. Runaround.
Run the street, shut em down. Shut em in. Cut the flesh, burn the skin.
And again and never again and again and never again and again and never
again...
I Do Believe In The USA
I do believe in it’s image of liberty.
I do believe in the image that’s been given me. Thank you.
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