Тексты песен «Propaghandi»

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...

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,...

(Not to be gender-specific, of course!) 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 chanting "WAR!" "Well,...

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...

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 created a...

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 recogniz T it is a tactical and...

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...

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...

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?...

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?...

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?...

Swastikas and Klan-robes. Sexist, racist, homophobes. Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins: you can wear my nuts on your nazi chins! God, I love a man in uniform! (But, uh, before we get too intimate here, big fella): what...

Does it seem strange to you? The confetti. The balloons. The mile-wide grins and the victory dance to welcome in the heir to a state of (utter and complete) disrepair? Because it sure seems strange to me: they're acting...

I wanna chew my bubble gum with you. And I want to walk you home from school. And I want to carry your books to every class. And I want to fuck you up the ass (not). Oh girl, you know it's true how much I love you. I...

The tangled webs they weave span from Pine to Ruby Ridge, way back from Shay's defeat on up to Gustafsen (now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads and commissars and pricks to drown out this faintest threat of commie...

Hello, this is jord from propagandhi here. uh, besides the itching of my crabs, I'd like to say subscribe to 4zzz don't take this for granted, eh. fuck...

When I've had enough, I'll get a pick-up truck and drive away. I'll take my last 10 bucks just as far as it will go. yeah, sometimes I'm easily fooled, I take a painful step and get knocked back I do all I can and it's...

I hid inside my room like a fucking coward (what? please kill me). the past eighteen months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. it was amazing you finally got a rise out of me. I lau I cried (well I tried,...

White, he's a good boy, he loves his mamma. he loves jesus and his country too. he's a good boy, working class white male. loves violence and his dumb girlfriend too. and that's enough to make m That's enough to make me...

White, he's a good boy, he loves his mamma. he loves jesus and his country too. he's a good boy, working class white male. loves violence and his dumb girlfriend too. and that's enough to make m That's enough to make me...