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sad statue

Conquest to the lover
And your love to the fire
Permanence unfolding in the absolute
Forgiveness is the ultimate sacrifice
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror

The pictures of time and space are rearranged
In this little piece of typical tragedy
Justified candy
Brandy for the nerves
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror

You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree

You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree

I forgot to
I forgot to let you know that
Justified candy
Brandy for the nerves
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror

Conquest to the lover
And your love to the fire
Permanence unfolding in the absolute
Forgiveness is the ultimate sacrifice
Eloquence belongs to the conqueror

You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree

You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree
Generation

What is in us that turns a deaf ear to the cries of human suffering
Suffering, suffering now

You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree

You and me
We'll all go down in history
With a sad Statue of Liberty
And a generation that didn't agree
Generation

Belonging
Belonging to

soldier side

Dead men lying on the bottom(???) of the grave
Wondering when saviour comes
Is he gonna be saved

Maybe you're a sinner
Into your alterning life
Maybe you're a jocker
Maybe you deserve to die

They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find the hope
He's never coming back

They were crying when their sons left
All your men must go
He's come so far to find the truth
He's never going home

Young men standing on the top of their own graves
Wondering when Jesus comes
Are they gonna be saved

Cruelty to the winner
Bishop tells the King his lies
Maybe you're a mourner
maybe you deserve to die

They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find the hope
He's never coming back

They were crying when their sons left
All your men must go
He's come so far to find the truth
He's never going home

Welcome to the soldier side
Where there's no one here but me
People all grow up to die
There is no one here but me

Welcome to the soldier side
Where there's no one here but me
People on the soldier side
There is no one here but me

Prison Song

They’re trying to build a prison,
They’re trying to build a prison,

Following the rights movements
You clamped on with your iron fists,
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids
Following the rights movements
You clamped on with your iron fists,
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids

I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
Right here in Hollywood

Nearly 2 million Americans are
Incarcerated in the prison system, prison system
Prison system of the U.S.

They’re trying to build a prison,
They’re trying to build a prison,
They’re trying to build a prison,
(For you and me to live in)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
(For you and me to live in)

Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
You don’t even flinch
All your taxes paying for your wars
Against the new non-rich
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
You don’t even flinch
All your taxes paying for your was
Against the new-rich

I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
Right here in Hollywood

The percentage of Americans in the prison system,
Prison system, has doubled since 1985

They’re trying to build a prison,
They’re trying to build a prison,
They’re trying to build a prison,
(For you and me to live in)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
(For you and me to live in)
For you an I, for you and I, for you and I,
They’re trying to build a prison,
They’re trying to build a prison,
They’re trying to build a prison,
For you and me,
Oh baby you and me

All research and successful drug policy show
That treatment should be increased,
And law enforcement decreased,
While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences,
All research and successful drug policy show
That treatment should be increased,
And law enforcement decreased,
While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences

Utilizing drugs to pay for secret wars around the world,
Drugs are now your global policy,
Now you police the globe,

I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
Right here in Hollywood

Drug money is used to rig elections,
And train brutal corporate sponsored
Dictators around the world

Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
(For you and me to live in)
For you an I, for you and I, for you and I,
They’re trying to build a prison,
They’re trying to build a prison,
They’re trying to build a prison,
For you and me,
Oh baby you and me


deutsch:B.Y.O.B.

Warum schicken sie immer die armen

Barberei durch Barbaren
Auf spitzen Fersen
Siegreiches Siegesknien
Für Brandneue Prügel-Abkommen

Heuchlerisch vorwärts marschieren durch
Hypnotische Computer
Du hängst ab von unserem Schutz
Noch fütterst du uns mit Lügen von dem Tischtuch

Jeder der zur Feier geht soll eine wirklich gute Zeit erleben
In der Wüste tanzen und den Sonnenschein aufblasend

Kniende Rosen verschwinden in
Moses' trockenen Mund
Sie brechen in Fort Knox ein und stehlen
Unsere Absichten

Anhänger sitzen abgetropft in Öl
Schreien nach Freiheit
Ausgehändigt an das veraltete
Noch fütterst du uns mit Lügen von dem Tischtuch

Jeder der zur Feier geht soll eine wirklich gute Zeit erleben
In der Wüste tanzen und den Sonnenschein aufblasend

Jeder der zur Feier geht soll eine wirklich gute Zeit erleben
In der Wüste tanzen und den Sonnenschein aufblasend

Bombt weg
Es ist Party time
Und wir leben nicht in einer faschistischen Nation

Bombt weg
Es ist Party time
Und wo verdammt bist du?

Und wo verdammt bist du?
Und wo verdammt bist du?

Warum kämpfen Präsidenten nicht den Krieg?
Warum schicken sie immer die armen?

Warum kämpfen Präsidenten nicht den Krieg?
Warum schicken sie immer die armen?

Warum schicken sie immer die armen?
Warum schicken sie immer die armen?
Warum schicken sie immer die armen?

Kniende Rosen verschwinden in
Moses' trockenen Mund
Sie brechen in Fort Knox ein und stehlen
Unsere Absichten

Anhänger sitzen abgetropft in Öl
Schreien nach Freiheit
Ausgehändigt an das veraltete
Noch fütterst du uns mit Lügen von dem Tischtuch

Jeder der zur Feier geht soll eine wirklich gute Zeit erleben
In der Wüste tanzen und den Sonnenschein aufblasend

Jeder der zur Feier geht soll eine wirklich gute Zeit erleben
In der Wüste tanzen und den Sonnenschein aufblasend

Und wo verdammt bist du?
Und wo verdammt bist du?

Warum kämpfen Präsidenten nicht den Krieg?
Warum schicken sie immer die armen?

Warum kämpfen Präsidenten nicht den Krieg?
Warum schicken sie immer die armen?

Warum schicken sie immer die armen?
Warum schicken sie immer die armen?
Warum schicken sie immer die armen?
Warum schicken sie immer die armen?

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