Тексты песен «Propagandhi»


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Propagandhi - Showdown

We spoke our minds too clearly. We assumed fundamental rights were inherent not as pawns but humyns. I do not require a gauge for freedom of speech cuz I never asked to be a citizen. I never have and never will pledge...

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Propagandhi - Showdown (G.E./P.)

We spoke our minds too clearly. We assumed fundamental rights were inherent not as pawns but humyns. I do not require a gauge for freedoms of speech cuz I never asked to be a citizen. I never have and NEVER will...

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Propagandhi - Sixty Billion Served

Don't tell me that you say you care While you're fucking sacrificing nothing. Don't even mention the word oppression While you're driving Daddy's Jaguar. Our prosperity is their death. Pat us on the back, third world...

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Propagandhi - Ska Sucks

Ska sucks. Ska revival isn't cool you stupid fuck. The bands are only in it for ther bucks. If you don't belive me your a shmuck. But the trend will die out with any luck. Ya-Ho! Rudi, a message to Rudi... Fuck you...

105

Propagandhi - Stand Up And Be Counted

We are the tyrants, messengers of Satan We pledge you all raise your hands This is the solstice hail, legions arise We'll raise the roof, touch the skies We're praying for the wings of mayhem to arrive The screaming...

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Propagandhi - Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddam Ass, You Sonofabitch

My father told me "son, it's futile to resist, You can topple ideology but not the armies they enlist." I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts chanting war. "Well that's the sound of freedom, son" he said. (Free...

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Propagandhi - Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddamn Ass

My father told me "Son, it's futile to resist. You can topple the ideology but not the armies they enlist." I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts shouting "WAR!!" "Well that's the sound of freedom, son." he...

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Propagandhi - Superbowl Patriot Xxxvi

Superbowl patriots cheer half-time propaganda, fake titties, tooting trumpets. 'FREEDOMa'a is in lights and is shitting itself out of Post-Hippy 'Call me Sira'a Paul McCartney's multi-millionaire fucking mouth. Machine...

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Propagandhi - Superbowl Patriot Xxxvi (Enter The Mendicant)

Superbowl patriots cheer half-time propaganda, fake titties, tooting trumpets. "FREEDOM" is in lights and is shitting itself out of Post-Hippy "Call me Sir" Paul McCartney's multi-millionaire fucking mouth. Machine guns...

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Propagandhi - Supporting Caste

When the credits finally roll, on this the worst story ever told, don't bother sifting through the names for yours or anyone you know, unless they were by chance a shepherd king, a virgin birth, or resurrection, a...

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Propagandhi - T.I.Y (Title It Yourself)

Self-doubt, and people saying we're not worth shit. Talking behind our backs. They say we're a walking contradiction of ourselves. Our message isn't getting through. Fucker, even you got the message... our shitty band...

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Propagandhi - T.I.Y.

Self-doubt, and people saying we're not worth shit. Talking behind our backs. They say we're a walking contradiction of ourselves. Our message isn't getting through. Fucker, even you got the message... Our shitty band...

113

Propagandhi - Talk On Violence

i think that, i'm of course opposed to terror or any rational person is but I think that if we're serious about the question of terror serious about the question of violence, we have to recognize that it is a tactical...

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Propagandhi - Tartuffe

We came here to rock! Single moms to the front! Dead-beat dads to the rear! Oh yes, that is how we do it here Oh, you demand a more Vaudevillian homage To key feminist thought? Ha! Male privileges frantically checked?...

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Propagandhi - The About-As-Close-To-Emo-As-We'll-Ever-Get Song

I hid inside my room like a fucking coward and the past 18 months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. A little less than amazing: you finally got a rise out of me. So I laughed, I cried (well, I tried, but i...

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Propagandhi - The Cryptically-Entitled Mutual Friend... Deep? No

There was nothing remotely romantic about it. No hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. So what exactly did I consider so god-damned important that I had to shelve each and every one of my convictions?...

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Propagandhi - The Days You Hate Yourself

Relive the words you heard spilling from your mouth Taste that sickness once again, pretense peels away Exposed in anger, in tragedy, amidst our failure All the things that you do, everything that you say All the paths...

118

Propagandhi - The Fucking Rich Fuck The Poor

House here, house there House fucking every where Bloodied bum on the street, just stop and fucking stare Rich support the Apartheid farce People are starving, the aid is sparse It's just the fucking rich fucking the...

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Propagandhi - The Only Good Facist Is A Very Dead Facist

Swastikas and Klan Robes Sexist, Racist Homphobes Aryan Nations and Hammer Skins You can wear my nuts on your Nazi chins! I love a man in uniform! Just what exactly are the great historical accomplishments of your...

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Propagandhi - The Only Good Fascist Is A Very Dead Fascist

Swastikas and Klan-robes Sexist, racist, homophobes Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins you can wear my nuts on your nazi chins I love a man in uniform just what exactly are the great historical...