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Burn It Down
02:17
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This city's stood for far too many years
And its grip around my throat is getting tighter.
We numb ourselves with cannabis and beers
When all we really need is gasoline and lighters.
I wanna see this system destroyed,
I wanna roll around in the ashes.
Give me your angry, your broke and unemployed,
Your livid and violent masses.
And if there is another world war,
I hope it's over something that ain't worth fighting for....
So we can torch all the buildings and fan all the fires,
And foil all the efforts of the gentrifiers.
We'll all sing for joy at the freedom we've found.
Burn it down, burn it down, burn it down.
Fuck everyone that don't wanna cause no harm,
Who is afraid of scars and broken bones.
Just give me anyone who'd rather take up arms,
than pay another dime in student loans.
There is no party that we represent,
It’s revolution if that's what you wanna call it.
We don't want recognition from the president,
But we'll take his fancy watch and his wallet.
And if there is another economic collapse
I hope the politicians kill each other fighting for the scraps.
Because, maybe when we finally see this goddamn city burning
We'll understand the lessons we've been centuries in learning
Maybe when we make some riot shields from manhole covers
We can learn to love ourselves and one another.
Maybe then we'll learn…
But till then we'll torch all the buildings and fan all the fires,
And foil all the efforts of the gentrifiers.
We'll all sing for joy at the freedom we've found.
Burn it down, burn it down, burn it down.
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The ICE Man Cometh
02:46
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If you look through a couple of newspaper pages
You’ll see people defending putting children in cages
They ain’t being subtle it ain’t undercover
Geogroup needs the profits, kids don’t need a mother
Immigrants first, then religious minorities
Then native born malcontents
The poor and disabled go into the cages
For profit In the name of defense
Surveil the suspicious, arrest the seditious until
Only the obedient remain
Cause they’ll always need able hands pulling the levers
In the pursuit of their evil endgame
If you’re looking for hatred, America’s cup overrunneth
It’ll be plain to see when the ice man cometh
They’ll spit propaganda about the crime rate
In an effort to expand the surveillance state
But I’ll just dispense with the words they’ve been mincing
Immigrations and custom enforcement is a United States government agency created with the express intention of committing acts of ethnic cleansing
Ignore all the doublespeak lies and retractions
The only way forward is to take direct action
There ain't much demanding that this job requires
If you see an ice van, start slashing tires.
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Across the River
03:07
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The phone goes off around eleven and I’m on my sixth or seventh drink
And I'm about to leave the bar and head home or at least that’s what I think
But J's brother got my number when J called him up from jail
They got him in Virginia on a PWI with a three thousand dollar bail
And that PWI in virginia would've been a fifty dollar ticket in the district, but no good deed goes unpunished, and J always one to deliver.
And it wouldn’t a been nothing on the other side of the river
I gotta make a stop by home to try and get the cash together
But I know J’s got a stash in case of days with shitty weather
And normally he can stay dry relying on his natural stealth,
But you can’t take any chances in the goddamn commonwealth
And the lights on 395 all got long trails as I head south across that bridge,
And I got a pain in my head that's starting to match the one in my liver.
And it wouldn’t a been nothing on the other side of the river.
Now it's 9 AM and I’m watching this teller count out a hundred and fifty Jacksons
And I’m sweating out the pills and all the booze from the previous evenings action
And my Hands are shaking when I take the cashier’s check
I’m bloodshot eyed and stumbling but I don’t know what the hell they expect.
And I walk around the corner to their building full of cages in the sunlight but still I shake and shiver
And it wouldn’t a been nothing on the other side of the river.
The moment I walk in, I feel my prospects start to darken
The magistrate's some old fuck, looks like goddamn grand moff tarkin
And this cop is getting real inquisitive about the contents of my blood
I tell ya the shit you gotta go through over a couple zips of bud
But I hand over the piece of paper and sit down to wait, hoping that DUI lawyer we know got a few more arrows left in his quiver
And it wouldn’t a been nothing on the other side of the river
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In an anarchist collective, that’s cozy if not clean
Smell the pungent odor of nitroglycerine
Underneath the pipes and powder, and the pamphlets piled high
And the dust and dirty laundry you can hear this mournful cry
Oh it’s sister Jenny’s turn to throw the bomb
God knows what’s become of brother Tom
Mama’s aim is bad, and the cops they all know dad,
So it’s sister Jenny’s turn to throw the bomb
We all agree the time has come for action most direct,
But who’ll be the one to take it? We must be circumspect
Charlie’s still in prison, and Jimmy’s on parole,
And Jane got caught wheatpasting signs on telephone poles
Jeremy has left to form a new affinity group
And Mary went out shopping to buy the family soup
Susie hopped a freight train, said she’d try to keep in touch
And Evan will read theory but says praxis is too much.
Claire is still a pacifist, but might come round one day,
And John is out convincing libs to join the DSA
We met Kevin back in April, and we just can't be sure
If he’s with us in the struggle or a pig provocateur
Let’s all go out together cause we’re running out of time
Our best hope for the future is through unity and crime
We’re running out of patience, and the fuse is very short
I just hope this song don't end up used as evidence in court
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5. |
Nazi Scum
02:44
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You’re a straight white male with opinions on gender, borders and wealth
And surprise surprise, you want more for you, and less for everyone else
Ganging up on the vulnerable to dish out your abuse
But here’s one thing that you don't know, all you fascists bound to lose
You're asking for respect well wait a minute lemme see
You're over privileged, full of shit and touting white supremacy
Well I don't care about your heritage or where you're from.
Y'all ain't nothing new, you're the same old nazi scum.
Hide behind anonymity to protect your hateful speech
But when you congregate in public, you hide behind police.
Showing up where you think you’re safe and hiding where you think you're not.
Yall ain't righteous y'all ain’t brave, here’s hoping you get shot.
Ain’t nobody fooled by your cowardly vernacular
Your people bleeding in the street I think it’s just spectacular
Quoting Nietzsche don't obscure the fact that y'all are dumb.
Y'all ain't nothing new, you're just the same old nazi scum.
You might be in the boardroom, or in the MPD
But we got the thing to bring you down, and it’s solidarity
Hair all full of product, but nothing in your head.
I don't care if you become a martyr just as long as you are dead.
Shut your fucking mouths because we're so fucking over ya
Your racist anti-Semitism and your xenophobia
You're the reason people gotta sing we shall overcome
Yall ain't nothing new, you're the same old, vicious, weak ass, edge lord, hateful, mindless, same old Nazi scum
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6. |
Benediction
03:05
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May your landlord lose your address, may the cops forget your face
May the ones who want to harm you never find your hiding place
May your jury find their conscience, may the feds misplace your file
May your prosecutors lose their keys the morning of your trial.
If your hand is empty, may you have an empty hand to hold
May you always value most the things that can’t be bought or sold
May you never chalk the revolution up as a loss
May you always tip your bartender, and someday kill your boss.
May you never see an office, may you never see a cell
May you keep whatever’s in your heart that drives you to rebel
May you always make your getaways in cars that have clean plates
And may you someday gain autonomy from these united states
If your hand is empty, may you have an empty hand to hold
May you always value most the things that can’t be bought or sold
May you never chalk the revolution up as a loss
May you always tip your bartender, and someday kill your boss.
May you have a breeze in summer, may you have a coat in fall
May the wheat paste always stick your propaganda to the wall
May every public space remained emblazoned with your tag,
And may the tellers hurry up and put the money in the bag.
If your hand is empty, may you have an empty hand to hold
May you always value most the things that can’t be bought or sold
May you never chalk the revolution up as a loss
May you always tip your bartender, and someday kill your boss.
Kill your boss, kill your boss, kill your boss, kill your boss.
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Trash Boat and The Ambush Washington, D.C.
Trash Boat and The Ambush are an anarchist punk band from Washington D.C.
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