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Riot in the fucking streets for those less fortunate. Riot for the people in the sweatshops of the corporate. Riot in the fucking streets for the hungry
This legendary punk from Baldwin, Pennsylvania. I don't know what to say here 'Cause there aren't really words that rhyme with Pennsylvania. If you'
terrorist situation. Liberal, Conservative, Third Party nonsense. You've started a war on our own soil. You can't control this mess you've made, let
I'm not a person, I'm a human fucking being. I'm not your goddamn fucking slave. Don't put a gun in my hand, I'm not shooting anybody. I won't fight
I'm tired of swallowing all of your hatred. It's only a matter of time before I puke it back into your face. Only a matter of time before the tables
I'm Pissed Off! Fuck you!
't want your fucking God! Forget everything you learned in school! Forget everything you heard in church! The great are only great because we're on our knees. Let us rise
Your ignorance is obvious, I can see it in your eyes. Your blind allegiance to the man up in the heavenly skies. It is because of your God that you all
America! America! America! Wake the fuck up! Give every madman a machine gun. But I won't fight for your war machine. And I won't buy into your swine
I knew something. I was gonna say something. But the government killed me. The government killed me, cause I knew something, and I was gonna say it.