B/Birds of Prey/Murder the Homeless / Burn the Upper Class
Looking out on this sea of humanity Many things strike me as strange Hustling, slacking, achieving, relaxing Where do I get mine? I'm a clock punching, blue collar working man No thought given to our well beingrise up all unions, workers run the world murder those who abuse their privilege Nobody rides for free Take what belonged to the greedy Who tossed us down only crumbs drown them in their swimming pools Castrate and burn Bomb the shelters and universities Then the kitchens cause that's where they'll be Refuge of the motherfucking worthless Filthfarm of the elite A new way of thinking Is long overdue Price of luxury Die motherfucker die Pipebomb Chaos Mayhem Anarchy is here Rebuild Restart Evolve Working man now runs the landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
