Тексты песен «Propaghandi»

I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity". but i consider it a measure of my humanity to be written off by the living graves of a billi Rdered lives. and i'm not ashamed of my...

I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity". but i consider it a measure of my humanity to be written off by the living graves of a billi Rdered lives. and i'm not ashamed of my...

In which god's name will we be killed? Who's most righteous? Who's most terrified? When your parents left the house we would creep up to their room, to the drawer beside the bed. We would pull out the shining dildo. One...

Suburbs tremble again, fearing the have-nots at the window, collecting their fair share. Guns and alarms aren't enough. They demand justice, and every criminal locked away, as well as any kid who might do something...

I never promised you nothing, Never said I'd be your perfect shackled slave. If success to you is measured in dollars and cents then I decline. That's nothing. that's not my dream. It comes between everything. Someday...

Disregard their suffering. spoon-fed fuck taught not to care. It's easy for you to think everything is okay. this is ok? I've never seen worse. they want what you have. Flaunt your privilege. you will fall. Do you...

The best thing I ever saw on tv was that s.q. (securite quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. condolence, madame canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. but this song's no Ut some romantic account...

do fucked-up things when fucked-up things become ordinary. i can't promise utopia or a better world. i have no Er lures. no harsh punishment if you don't bite the hook. it's a world of shit or bust. there's no escape...

Words can't do justice to pain. Seems like they can't feel a thing. Ordinary people do fucked-up things when fucked-up things become ordinary. I can't promise utopia or a better world. I have no clever lures. No harsh...

Thought, word and deed once sloganeered: a reaction undefined. The battle-hymn, the mantra of a once unfocused mind. But as logic tempered anger, (still inspired, but now informed), the "pigs" we'd turned to caricature...

Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. Steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are the ephemeral rewards paid to the slaves whose selfless acts accord a higher...

I'm not going to try to tell you that I'm different from all the rest. I've been subject to the same de-structure of desire and I've felt the same effects; I'm a hetero-sexist tragedy. And potential rapists all are we...

I can't believe the things that have been said Remain for the purpose of remaining. I can't believe all the things we've done And still we've learned nothing. I can't believe all the things we've done And I can't...

(It's a dirty job- but somebody's gotta do it) Why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next G-7 picnic? It seems easier with every clock tick. But whose will would that represent? Mine?...

Our cities seem to function quite the same: sweeping ghettos undeer one big rug makes them easier to contain, so the upper-middle class can sleep (or shop in peace) and convince themselves that "trickle-down" will solve...

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...

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

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...

Ska sucks. Ska revival isn't cool, you stupid fuck. The bands are only in it for the bucks. And if you don't believe me you're a schmuck. But the trend will die out with any luck. Rudy, a message to you Rudy... Fuck you...

Stand up and we are the tyrants messangers of satan we pledge you all raise your hands this is the solstice hail legions arise we'll raise the roof touch the skies. were praying for the wings of Em to arrive the...