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Death of Fight
They're marching up and down The streets of every town Their boots tramp on the ground And it's a terrifying sound
'Cause soon these soldiers will break our doors It's the orders handed down And when they find us hidden here They'll beat us to the ground They'll hand us shovels in the woods For us to dig our graves And you say 'Jesus saves'
They'll put us on the trains They'll pull tight on the reigns They'll strip us in our pain They'll bash us in the brain
And some may find a way To survive through the cold They'll separate the families And execute the old The rest of us will starve and die The sickness comes in waves And they say 'Jesus saves'
The bodies burn each day But we're freezing anyway And there's nothing left to say In this good ol' U.S.A.
The day our armies marched on us We swore they'd gone insane But the president ordered his soldiers to Clean up the fruited plains So from sea to shining sea In the land of feudal slaves The papers read 'Jesus saves'
And when the sort the populace Our dignity turned shame Protection is the omnibus The families are the same The soldiers drown in alcohol But no one misbehaves They think that Jesus saves
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And it can happen here In a nation full of fear The prefabricated tears Are cried out through the years
And what's the cost of our discontent? We're dissidents that scream dissent Will we let the pigs break down our doors? Or fight 'em back, against the antipoor? These darkened days will corner us all And stuck behind the penitentiary walls We'll have to choose our death or fight We'll have to stand up for human rights
Stand up! For human rights! Stand up! It's death or fight!
Living the lies and the laws of the land Locked down in a police state As all of the pigs with the power and money Get fatter from our fate Look at the world 30 years ago And the future is plain to see They smother us all in so many lies Through the media TV
Stand up! For human rights! Stand up! It's death or fight!
And somewhere beyond the Thunder-dome Someday we might just find a home Autonomistic paradise Worth all the world at half the price And we can all be happy there Eat Soylent Green breath Soylent Air And never rest our weary heads We can all sleep when we're dead Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We'll all sleep when we're dead Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We'll all sleep when we're dead
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