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Living on borrowed time. Sanctions will never work. Defending the oil fields. In "Operation Desert Shield". Life seems to reveal a story. Taken from the book of the old.
He's your friendly merchant dude,. He's so thrash and He's so cool,. The local thief who bootlegs tapes,. For twice the price a worthless shake,. He's such a rip - He takes your money.
finally there's sales-resistance. record-business stagnates. the companies call it a crisis. they must be out of their minds. still too much shit surrounds me.
dutch no-nukes movement. peaceful demonstrators. powerplant-blockage?. they just sit and wait. dragged away by cops. nearly no resistance. there's only their flowers.
(Music: J. Garcia, M. Sanchez. Lyrics: J. Garcia). Cruising the night, trafficing the day. Bringing disease, under your skin. Drug lord-pushers, pimps at work.
(Music & Lyrics: D. Flores). One hundred million strong. The other gangs are wrong. You kill one in the 'Hood;. Family gang have to pay the price. Don't even think of drive by,.
As I look into your eyes,. I see a dark spiritual being,. . Then in the darkness, your soul. Bleeding, writhing, screaming.... Hating, fighting, loathing, reject,.
next jesus arrives. blessed box at the back-seat. encyclopedias. make free from sin. holy cow. sold out soon. ascension in his chevy. heaven is at hawai.
Black moon is on the rise,. Air raid the sirens sound,. Population in despair,. Warlords tehy sit and laugh,. Chemical rain upon the earth,. Invisible killers path,.
Arguments that start from sibling rivalry,. Battered and bruised; his parents beat him nightly,. Born with defects deformed and unsightly,. Treated like shit always taken lightly..
we'll meet again at the barricades. when their common sense fails we're full of hate. we'll meet again at the barricades. when they won't listen we won't hesitate.
walking in a backroad. footsteps. there's a man don't know him. don't think about it suspicion is an ugly thing. there's a man don't know him. walking in a backroad don't think about it.
White ivory towers, bestowed Holy powers,. the right to take money for He -. Has given permission, to take the commission,. Receiving salvation through greed,.
(Music: D. Flores / Lyrics: J. Garcia). Deadly tumor in your brain,. Can't think are you insane?. Lifeless zombie you've become,. Your fate lies in their hands,.
thanks to the highness our our royal waving being. we have to celebrate her birthday and look clean. for we are all invited at her anniversary. the feast of our so called democracy.
Tied to a stake, purity through fire. A blessing from the Church,. Admit to sin,. Alchemist to the cross. they hang above your head,. Accused of witchcraft, for making metal.
Tied to a stake, purity through fire. A blessing from the Church,. Admit to sin,. Alchemist to the cross. they hang above your head,. Accused of witchcraft, for making metal.
Living life in L.A., crowded valley to bay,. A Human jungle that drives you insane,. Cruising the freeways, dodging bullets of death,. I rigger mad maniacs on the prowl for a thrill.