Тексты песен «Born Against»

The campus leaves have begun to turn what you did for me I'm learning how to compete what you did for me, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. A lazy fist smashing teeth, young boys laughing at a shriveled dick,...

The Marlboro Man's Dead and so are all his cowboys their propoganda killed my motehr preyed on force of habit te Marlboro Man is dead and so are all his cowboys their propoganda killed my mother addicted her to the soot...

I'm irrelevent except for a brief walk on role as the less articulate heir to a bunch of people who had a purpose and a plan all is shit and chaos araggghhbnbt things change these days in such quick, cruelly absurd ways...

Fuck your version of a world where no one's ugly and no one's old fuck your version of a beauty that sets the standards for all the runners up fuck your definition of perfection the smiling commodity that isn't human...

Born again as just another product born again as the next big thing once a vehicle for outrage now just entertainment packaged tastefully the status quo whose very abuses generated our contempt now courts us now treats...

Born against are fucking dead that's what the answering machine said looks like this is ti!!! They talked one too many shit about the working class and the government did you hear what those faggots said in some fanzine...

I want to see the finger pointed at those claimed to have crossed the line I want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws they cling to so deeply with sharp insecure claws I don't care...

There was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn't give convenient answers and a cheap way out killed himself without actually dying, took a blunt lie and gouged out his mind And I can't xcept that he's found...

The day is coming when doctors will clip off thumbs the same way they snip off Little boys' foreskins the day is coming when hospitals will be obliged to Douse newborn eyes with lye the day is coming when all tongues...

The day is coming when doctors will clip off thumbs the same way they snip off Little boys' foreskins the day is coming when hospitals will be obliged to Douse newborn eyes with lye the day is coming when all tongues...

I would like to crush your pointed head You fucking puke I think you wet the bed I would like to punch your stupid face Grab you by your punk rock hair and bash your brains I've never met someone as dumb as you You're...

I would like to crush your pointed head/You fucking puke/I think you wet the bed/I would like to punch your stupid face/Grab you by your punk rock hair/ and bash your brains/I've never met someone as dumb as you/You're...

The American Dream the good father wants to paddle it one way democracy it's Our gift to the savage the good father the holy saviour rests one hand on a Smaller neighbour and we're nowhere close to getting what we...

When freedom is in hiding from morality when you've finally scrubbed this great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you've finally divorced the numbers from the names we can return to your good...

I'm not an idiot I'm not an idiot I'm not a fucking stooge so stop talking to me about guns & bombs and stop trying to sell me on class welfare - I'm really not braindead and I'm not an endtable and I'm really, really...

Janelle is awfully bright/For a fresh girl of eighteen/She knows all the punk rock sites/And does a cool fanzine/Janelle can be so tactful/A quality that's often rare/But if you're talking tactful/You're talking dyed...

Jock gestapo shouting from trucks spitting on beating down those who strayed shitting on beating in those who stayed who would not be crushed by the offensive line's weight jock gestapo jock gestapo jock gestapo and...

Once again the battle field is your body and those who want control have laid Down their terms in black & white and red all over they keep the backstreet Butchers in business as advertised from a bullhorn and the all...

Once again the battle field is your body and those who want control have laid down their terms in black & white and red all over they keep the backstreet butchers in business as advertised from a bullhorn and the all...

Mount the pavement lick the pavement clean You say you want honesty well it's the puppets who pull the strings no one's got the bottom to our heads and we still gourge ourselves on the troughs of their pre-fab culture...