Mr. Macho loves his women with such dedication. Second only to his car that drives as fast as light. On a highway bad jet fighters come from all directions.
This Bud's for you!. There's no one else who does it,. Quite the way you do.... So here's to you!. . You know it isn't only what you say,. It's what you do!.
It's the winning side. And everyone's cheering for the winning side. And the children leave their homes to join the winning side. And when Jesus comes He'll march on with the winning side.
Now it's the last time to remember what you said to me. And I'm the last person in the world I thought I'd be. And now it's high time to be something bigger than we are.
Deedle Dee, three tots are we.. And we're as clever as can be.. We live with Grandma Ida and our dear old Grandpa Ned. And little Baby Mike (the brat).
Oh listen, tender lumplings. Let me take you by the hands. I'll take you from this hell-hole. To the Promised Land. . But don't blame me, oh children.
Walk with my eyes closed. I bump my head. Look at the stars falling on the ground. Saw someone crawling underneath my bed. Looked in the mirror caught my reflection, said oh....
They fought in the war to keep the people free. From the nazi scum who would invade our country. Fighting the fascist filth they risked their lives. But now they're old and weak they're just left to die.
So here we are - a thin green line. Into the nineties, runnig out of time. Extinction of our planet has already begun but don't let them tell you nothing can be done.
Are we to go back to the days of victoria. will we so easily surrender the gains we made so far. back to an age of repression hypocrassy and lies. forced into the back streets as another freedom dies.
You wouldn't believe the pain. That's tearing trough my head. If you were in my place. Then you'd wish you were dead. Locked in a cage like a prison cell.
How can you buy or sell the sky? The warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the earth is scared to my people - every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in our memory and experience. The sap which courses through the trees carries our memories - we are part of the earth and it is part of us. We know that the white man does not understand our ways - one portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother but his enemy and when he has conquered it he moves on. He leaves his father's graves behind and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother the earth and his father the sky as things to be bought, plundered or sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert. I do not know. Our ways are different from your ways. The sight of your cities pains my eyes. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities - no place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of an insects wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears - and what is there to life in one cannot hear the lonely cry of the Lapwing or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night? What is man without other animals? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens t othe beasts soon happens to man - all things are connected. Teach your children what we have taught our children: That the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons and daughters of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life - he is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web he does to himself..
Oi! Oi!. . Dug my fuckin' shit-pit. I had to spend a penny. I had to blag some diesel. For the fuckin' genny. Now we're skinning up. This gear is fuckin' beezer.
They've poisoned and clear-felled and strip-mined this earth. Made a cess pit of the paradise that was ours by birth. They've raped and they've burned and they've plundered our world.
Tore the people from the land. Torched their houses with bloodied hands. Thousands starved or died at sea. A sickening toll of human misery. Broke the old clan system where land was there for all.
One step meets two, open, in the sea street. We will reign free, I can't be king. Right me from this dead bulb. One step meets two, open, in the sea street.
We came from the pile. We came from the dead and dying. But the moment you pulled. You brought us back to the living. . Stand here to a world at war. This blacken field leads to ruin.
Reclaiming thrones, our generation's pride. Sits a conformist ploy to strip what burns inside. And our bodies yearn to live life endlessly. So now we rise, we rise in mutiny.
Man, the one we followed has fallen to our foe. But, oh man, you can't just shed your soul and let ruin all your thirsting tongues. Your tolls grow tallies but there's no judge to pay the debts.
Stand up, we'll be more than kings. Show no mercy when the gates swing. I've said it before but without accepting that my body. Was the only thing keeping me from living.