White, he's a good boy, he loves his mamma. he loves jesus and his country too. he's a good boy, working class white male. loves violence and his dumb girlfriend too. and that's enough to make m.
I hid inside my room like a fucking coward (what? please kill me). the past eighteen months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. it was amazing you finally got a rise out of me. I lau.
When I've had enough, I'll get a pick-up truck and drive away. I'll take my last 10 bucks just as far as it will go. yeah, sometimes I'm easily fooled, I take a painful step and get knocked back.
The ride were on is about to begin. Im waiting for it to come back again. Sides are taken dont step out of line. Turn back now or always ask why. . Around we go.
I hid inside my room like a fucking coward. And the past 18 months flashed before me in the last eight long hours.. A little less than amazing: you finally got a rise out of me..
I think that, I'm of course opposed to terror or any rational person is but I think that if we're serious about the question of terror serious about the question of violence, we have to recogniz.
Self-doubt, and people saying we're not worth shit.. Talking behind our backs.. They say we're a walking contradiction of ourselves.. Our message isn't getting through..
(Not to be gender-specific, of course!). My father told me "Son it's futile to resist. You can topple the ideology but not the armies they enlist." I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts chanting "WAR!" "Well, that's the sound of freedom, son", he said (free to say no more). But wait a minute "dad", did you actually say freedom? Well, if you're dumb enough to vote, you're fucking dumb enough to believe them. Because if this country is so goddamned free, then I can burn your fucking flag wherever I damn well please. I carried their anthem convinced it was mine. Rhymeless, unreasoned conjecture kept me in line. But then I stood back and wondered what the fuck they had done to me. Made accomplice to all that I promised I would never be. You carry their anthem, convinced that it's yours. Invitation to honour. Invitation to war. Bette Midler now assumes sainthood. Romanticize murder for morale. Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree my friend and "Gee, Wally. That's swell!" Fuck the troops (Insert corny but relevant/ poignant catch phrase here)..
My father told me "son, it's futile to resist,. You can topple ideology but not the armies they enlist.". I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts chanting war..
Stand up and we are the tyrants messangers of satan we pledge you all raise your hands this is the solstice hail legions arise we'll raise the roof touch the skies. were praying for the wings of.
Don't tell me that you say you care. While you're fucking sacrificing nothing.. Don't even mention the word oppression. While you're driving daddy's jaguar..
HOOK. Yea Its all this swagger, Maybe its my swag(SWAG!) yeah its all this swagger, Maybe its my swag(SWAG!) yeah its all this swagger. Maybe its my swag(SWAG!) yeah its all this swagger.