Тексты песен «Propagandhi»

I like to party fucking hard I like my rock and roll the same Don't give a fuck if I burn out Don't give a fuck if I fade away. So back to the Motor League with me who live vicariously through before I'm forced to face...

weight on your shoulders is heavy, you've been suppressing these urges far to long. you're sick of acting the right way: it's wrong for you but it's right for them. these urges inside you grow and grow till one day it...

Look at our collection of hands, heads and feet to see where we've been. Embrace this parody: the ending of things you can believe. We'll drive you 'til you're skin and bones and when we finally reach the end, you'll...

Every fucking day our cities tell us what they think of justice. They lock the courageous away as the cowards plaster the cracks spreading through the monolith. But if this man isn't freed, this city burns. "On this Day...

At Palmerston and Ruby Street, the city had dug a ditch To lay a pipe to flush away the free range bison shit The white radicals devoured to protest a colonial past 3-ply Cottonelle stuck to their ass At Palmerston and...

In My Arms All through the years you were my hero My best friend and my one companion Then we got news and my world shut down And I took care of you I did what you told me Never wanted to disappoint I never let them...

Is this life? To stand here and wait. In this city forged of scraps. Is this life? To stand on the dead. On feces and sweat. Is this life? It's all starting again. Quick, gather your belongings and go. Run while it's...

wake up in the morning feeling fucking burnt out, shit i got to go to school, don't think i can make, don't think i can take it. what the fuck am i going to do besides doing hot-knives in home-ec and dropping acid in...

Welcome to the offices of Economic and Manpower Analyses here at our historic and sprawling West Point Academy campus! My name is Mindy! It is my distinct pleasure to introduce you to a loving father of three (and a...

Die Jugend marschiert mit frohem Gesang Bei Sonnenschein und Regen; Die Jugend marschiert mit sieghaftem Drang Dem grosen Ziel entgegen. Wir sturmen die Welt, geh'n fest unser'n Schritt Wer jung ist der fugt sich...

[Chris Hannah] A primordial flow across the blood-brain barrier Cryptic ring structures bind to receptors These duplicate keys throw the floodgates open On a raw data-sphere of pure information An inner path to outer...

"Live like an angel, die like a devil." Don't let it worry you, we're down here together. We're all here: heathens, heretics, kids with blue socks. I asked some questions and wasn't satisfied with the answers. It seems...

All right, peep hole! We're gonna have a rock n' roll party tonight! Here we go! I been thinking about you, I been meaning to tell you. Sit down with me, let's have a drink Back when the war ended your great...

[Chris Hannah] 29 years in human history The total duration of time without war 'The fuck am I acting so surprised for? Cause if I had a dime For every single idiotic time I felt like strangling some goof on the street...

29 years in human history: the total duration of time without War. What the fuck am I acting so surprised for? If I had a dime for every single idiotic time I felt like strangling some goof on the street, I could afford...

As so many practiced diplomats, so too your vaunted laureates, whose access to the higher rungs of the cultural priesthood is hinged upon their flair for sophistry. Well, I vote you the best-equipped to shrink from...

fine day in river heights, fine day for your skateboards and bikes, fine day in your cute little world, fine day for tough boys and ( submissive girls, a fine day to see that the government's got the drop on you...

heard a song and i counted out loud the two-steps, the goose-steps back. back from square one, from where we'd just begun, and then it rang a bell-but is this kristallnacht or what the fuck is your plan? would you care...

Here in the land that Abraham was promised to receive we listen to you catechize from your pulpit overseas. You mourn the proofs of our barbarity. Dry your eyes, oh Pharisee. We both speak a settler's cant. We both read...

It's something physical. It's a conditioned reaction. It's something physical. It's a conditioned attraction. But have I finally escaped? Will my eyes no longer rape the innocent womyn, children: humyn beings?? Seeing...