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A.C.A.D.
02:42
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If there is
A truth to be learned
There is an "us"
And there's a "them"
"It is what it is"
That's what they tell your kids
They wield a gun but not a mind
They are frightened and uptight
Stay away from them
Don't let them win
ACAD
ACAD
ACAD
All cops are dangerous
Lay beaten in the street
Or cuffed in a back seat
That's what you're asking for
When help you fund their war
If they're the hand that feeds
No wonder we're hungry
Their toys always multiply
Through the faults you supply
Stay away from them
Don't let them win
ACAD
ACAD
ACAD
All cops are dangerous
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STOP!
01:38
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STOP!
Stop, put your hands up
I wanna see some ID
You could be the perpetrator
I don't know
Looking for a black man
16 - 32
Could be Hispanic
I don't know
Call in troops
Bring the smoke grenades
And just in case
We'll roll out our tank
Judging by your black skin
You'll give me white guilt
Yes, we're going downtown
We wanna take your photo
Put you in the system
You better make roll call
No use in fighting back
We own your soul
How do you plea?
What's that son?
No attorney?
Well that's fine with me
And I'll tell you why...
We'll sell you to a private prison
Where you'll pay and pay
when you think you've served you time
You'll realize you're a slave
Theres No way to escape
you owe money to the state
You'll fund our cars, our families
Our real estate now, STOP!
...I think I hear your PO calling
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3. |
Ruin
01:48
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Look at - All that ruin
Look out - All is ruin
Life looks good me
Long's I'm steppin'
I ain't gunna be
Dead like you
Dead like you
Dead like you
Dead like you
Guess who's not a slave or martyr for mankind
I've come to know the caves, the tunnels of my mind
You waste my time
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4. |
Tennessee Stomp
02:32
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OH NO
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Haunt
02:46
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You're always cheerful
Cause you have no fucking clue
It's really rather frightening
The way that your minds grew
Always a lurking
Is this Carrion condition
Passing down your deadweight
To arm the attrition
Sunk in the quick sand
Reaching out for your hand
I don't think you get it
Cause I'm not like you
Just like the "big one's"
always a' changing
You're nothing special
Yet everyone adores you
Die for em' baby- whatever they want
Let em' know early- who they can haunt
You're always vengeful
Cause you have no fucking clue
It's really rather pointless
The anger you ensue
Always a trouble
A headache a'burning
Pushing down the dead walls
It has to mean something
More than the bad men
You're a bad person
Buying what they sell you
That's the real crime
All based on cover ups
And television rewind
They've got the power
And all they needed was you
Die for em' baby- whatever they want
Let em' know early- who they can haunt...
Sunk in the quick sand
Reaching out for your hand
I don't think you get it
Cause I'm not like you
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6. |
Warzone
02:28
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It's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a warzone baby- And you better get used to it
It's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a warzone baby- And you gotta get used to it
They're shooting guns everyday and night
Telling children it's do or die
Humanity's disappearing
And the last thing we need's a Fight
It's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a war zone baby- and you need to get away from it
It's a war zone baby- and you Can't get away from it
it's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a war zone baby- and you need to get away from it
It's a war zone baby- and you Can't get away from it
They got their dogs nipping at our feet
And they're Always sniffing out a lie
How can one grow under this light
If they're all being pushed to fight?
it's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a warzone
It's a war zone baby- And you better get used to it
It's a war zone baby- And you gotta used to it
It's a warzone baby and the fire's already lit..
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7. |
Could Be You
02:37
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So I got holes in my clothes
All my friends come as they go
Got no eyes looking at a prize
Sold my earnings to the man down the stream
Noise tripping
Always too loud
Stuck in the clouds
Yeah, It could be worse
I Could be you
I Could be you
So I got no where to go
All my friends, I lost long ago
Got no time, running out of lies
Sold my yearnings to the man underneath
Noise tripping
Always too loud
Stuck in the clouds
Yeah, It could be worse
I Could be you
I Could be you
So I don't know where to go
All my dreams, I lost long ago
Got no hope but I'm living my life
Paid my dues, now I'm checking out
Noise tripping
Always too loud
Stuck in the clouds
Yeah, It could be worse
I Could be you
I Could be you
Could Be You
Could Be You
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8. |
What A Drag
02:43
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What's it to you,
Where I've been?
Did I see the world,
Like you didn't want me to?
Ten times I've been
To hell and back
Still you're wanting more
I won't wait to watch you lose
I won't be there
No, I won't be there for you
What A Drag
What A Drag
What A Drag
What A Drag
Nothing was right
No one held your hands
You Starved yourself
And then you gave into the fight
Lay blame on me
For all your loneliness
But I'm not the one
That made promises to you
I won't be there
No, I won't be there for you
What A Drag
What A Drag
What A Drag
What A Drag
I won't go back home to you
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