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• United Nations - Keel
• United Nations - Ektomorf
• Communication Letdown - United Nations
• Subliminal Testing - United Nations
• Say Goodbye To General Figment Of The Uss Imagination - United Nations
• Model Un - United Nations
• My Cold War - United Nations
• Revolutions In Graphic Design - United Nations
• Filmed In Front Of A Live Studio Audience - United Nations
• Never Mind The Bombings Here's Your Six Figures - United Nations
• Pity Animal - United Nations
• O You Bright & Risen Angels - United Nations
• No Sympathy For A Sinking Ship - United Nations
• The Shape Of Punk That Never Came - United Nations
• Resolution 9 - United Nations
• The Spinning Heart Of The Yo-yo Lobby - United Nations

We are the new generation
We got the inspiration
We're feelin' strong so spread the news
The youth of every nation
Will make this declaration
This is the way of life we choose
Together we will rock
Forever we will roll
And someday we will rise
To take control
We are united nations
Under the flag of rock and roll
We are united nations
United we will stand
We feel the same frustrations
We're gonna change the situation
It's all for fun and fun for all
There is no segregation
Rock is for every nation
The young at heart will never fall
Till death we'll raise our hands
To the kids in every land
When someday soon we'll rise
To take command
We are united nations
Under the flag of rock and roll
We are united nations
United we will stand
We are united nations
Under the flag of rock and roll
We are united nations
United we will stand
To take control
We are united nations
We are united nations
And united we will stand
We are united nations
Under the flag of rock and roll
We are united nations
We are united, whoa!

Skin color, racism, and prejudice
This world will never change
The roots of the hate too deep in our lives
And we have too much pain
I see it
I was born for what I was born
And you can't bring me down
I don't believe in your society
I only believe in God
I feel it

Your mistake
Deliberation on subjects
You know nothing of
Our opinion
You should shut it down
Before it gets too late
Communication
Letdown
A cessation of doubt
About legitimate things
Like the hands in the till
Position
Unwritten
Decision
We think that you should clarify
"It's my friends' lives, not mine"
On and on
You see the wheels keep turning
When the car in motion
Along those lines
The night is over
But you never shut down
Communication: Letdown
A cessation of doubt
About legitimate things
Like old friends falling out
Position
Unwritten
Decision
We think that you should clarify
"It's my friends' lives, not mine"
Everybody's talking about
The thing they know nothing
about
"It's my friends' lives, not mine"
Communication
Letdown
Position
Unwritten
Decision
We think that you should clarify

We can see you in the shadows
We can see you when you're sleeping
We can feel you when your eyes die
Close the door
Shut the lights
(Reversed Lyrics):
You never listen

Run from the sun
Worship all the disasters
Give yourself up to be
A sacrifice to the concept of belief.
Plagues of frogs raining down.
Rivers run red, rivers run dry.
But it's a lie and a fraud and it's coming from his mouth:
It's coming down. It's coming down.
He's comatose, eyes half closed,
He's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie.
It's a prefect day, a perfect day.
But he's comatose, eyes half closed,
He's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie.

Pick a fight. Don't ask why.
No rules apply:
Diplomatic immunity
Setting off the car alarms (the broken glass!)
The cops will not stop you
But CIA, FBI, NFL
Don't let the secrets out!
Running feet, foreign streets, wolves and sheep,
No one can stop you now!
That's your city, that's where you call home.
That's why the critics say, ... blahblahblahwhatever...
That's what they call TEENAGE MANIAC STYLE!
Your life's a joke.
Our lives are holding all the cards.
You can't touch me.
You won't believe.
Nothing could be worse.

Abandon your senses
And the sentences trapped in your mouth.
They're just rational for a paper trail
Of actors distracting me.
Tear out your circuits, all you robots,
All you highly paid chess machines.
There is no answer to the questions
Under your wiring.
There is one opening move
In talks of disarmament:
We'll forget nothing.
Leave your possessions by the front door.
And we'll burn them in effigy.
Call us from nowhere on a pay phone
And reverse all the charges.
You're going somewhere in a second hand
Worn out philosophy.
I wish you harm
Every night,
Every night of my life.
There is one opening move
In talks of disarmament:
We'll forget nothing.
I can see you walking away
I can hear you catching your breath.
In my own way, in my own way
I wish you harm every night, every night of your life.

I can hear them in the distance,
Running through the trees waving both guns blind.
You raise the flag for the revolution, "the common man,"
With wit for protection,
Running through the gate to the Palace Walls.
You raise the sign, it's a revolution in graphic design.
We'll trade positions,
Parading through the streets until the roads turn red.
"Viva la passione de la children pour la Revolucion!"
Surprise!
We're making revolutions in graphic design.
We're making revolutions in graphic design.
Look at the lines! Look at the colors we use!
White beside the red behind the double bold type.
1, 2, 3-1, 2, 3-1, 2, 3-1, 2, 3-Hold it up high!
Gentlemen, we've made revolutions in graphic design.
Now design solutions for Western Decline!
We've manufactured dissent.
No one stops the press, you just keep it in time:
1, 2, 3-1, 2, 3-1, 2, 3-1, 2, 3-1, 2, 3...4

[Director To The Crew:]
"Sympathies:
Down then they're up again.
We won't see you this time next year
Unless the sponsors come through
And the money starts pouring in."
[Leading Man:]
"I could swear someone's been watching me.
I hear something outside.
It moves in my dreams.
At the edges of sleep."
[A Word From Our Sponsors:]
"Are you sad?
Do you sleep in your room at night?
Do you need pills for your moods?
Or someone to hold you?
Because we know how it feels
When the sounds of their laughter
And the tv's cold glow
Follows you home
To the room where you sleep all alone."

No, you can't believe it's true
They can't be pulling a fast one
You count your blessings
But it's never enough
Never enough
Now you're living life
In the pass lane
You've got your foot
On the brakes
You'll never take a risk
Never again never again
It's always the same
Things fade
But nothing ever changes
Level the playing field
But keep the pieces
In relative motion
I get it, I get it, I get it
Its always the same
These days
We live in an ashtray
Breathing Smoke
No you can't put a facade
Between yourself and the truth
You've got to break it down
Break it Down
Break it Down
We've been taking losses
We should be taking offices
We should be making promises
We intend to keep
It's always the same
Things change
But never when you need it
You can show us
The campaign
But no one's ever watching
Don't you get it?
It's always the same
A lead rain
But never on the front page
A red stain
But never on the hands
Of the ones

A stray: A stray dog
A stray thought
A scrap for the hunger machine
A sign says
"Turn back Don't trust them here"
A symbol for dishonest men
Sleep in the streets
Run in the gutters
Head in your hands
Heart in your mother's mistakes
Away
A way to forget them
And a fix to keep others at bay
Spare change but keep
All your sympathy
these days the kids
All have plenty to spare
Sleep in the streets
Run in the gutters
Head in you hands
Follow your father's footsteps
Sleep in the streets
Run in the gutters
Head in your hands
Blood in your country's teeth
Runaway
To light cigarettes in boxcars
And play "Boat dreams..."
On broken guitars
To walk all night
With shoes full of blood
and fade in daytime
Movie theaters
To read that
"Life was a vast glowing empty page"
And we were free
we were free
to wake up
with a needle in you arm
And throw it all away
You threw it all away
to just become
Another dog off it's leash
Just a fucking pity animal
Sleeping in the streets
to just become another dirty word
Painted on a wall
Just a pity fucking animal
Sleeping in the Streets
Running in the gutters
Your head in you hands
But your face
Isn't on any milk cartons
run run run
Don't call me

Let's push the button
Start the resurrection
Dead traitors and saints
It's time for you to rise
And others afraid
That god is in heaven
No need to be forgiven
No chance to be redeemed
Dance on typewriter keys
Outside of history
The judgments are profane
The Judgments pre-made
Nothing to lose
But your last feeble principles
"Unite, unite unite!"
Up and onwards
Up and onwards
O you bright and risen angels
We've been so alone without you
We've been so lost without you
Let's flip the switch
Power to the masses
Flood all the circuits with fire
Blue globes are breaking
A violent reaction
Return, return, return
Up and over
Up and Over
O you bright and risen angels
The spring will come
Without you
The sun will rise
Without you
We'll be just fine

I have to Confess
I've made my bed, I'll sleep in it
It's made with compromise
I'll toss and turn, I'll twist and shout
CAPTAINS OF INDUSTRY'S
It's time sail the seven seas
I took the money twice, with no regrets
But you should think twice before you sign
A check, a letterhead, a contribution to the dead
To us the delegates
We spend and spend, we see no end
And when were shaking hand
I'm laughing thinking of the time,
I'll give you bad advice and you will listen
You should think twice
Drinking kerosene and striking matches in your teeth
Everybody gather round to see which way this goes...
All your life you've been a sinking ship
It's time to make you rise
To make your mind up
Sink or swim sinking ship, oh sinking ship
You'll get away with it until they see which way the current drifts
So don't come back again
We've already seen the story's end
Look for an answer
At the curve of the world
Red eve
Goodnight

Living, loving, searching for nothing.
If all the classics go out of fashion,
What will we do with all of the passion?
Because the shape of punk to come
Never came and will never come.
Dennis, are you listening?
Is there something that I'm missing?
Where is the passion?
Was it just fiction?
If that's the best that we can do,
Well, I'd rather be dead.
Because the shape of punk to come
Never came and will never come.
Sometimes false hope is better than nothing at all.
Sometimes a dying breath can make true words.
Sometimes false hope is better than nothing at all.
Sometimes a dying breath can make true words.

Camera One, we're live.
Let's state the mission
(It's no surprise):
The leaders say,
"Disparate measures call for desperate times."
Plug it in: the war machine.
Fall in line with the opposition.
We control the candidates.
Money loves us, money don't ask why
the good times are all gone but the party's not over.
Plug it in: the war machine.
Fall in line with the opposition.
We control the candidates.
Lift your head and open up your eyes.
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon.
We'll all go blind staring into the heart Of the Hydrogen Bomb.
This could be a new beginning.
We all rest at less than zero.
We all rest at less than zero.
We all rest at less than zero.
because we'll all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine.
we will, we all live in a cellophane dream
that's been bursting the seams;
A recession of beliefs we live...

It's easy as 1-2-3-4
We've got a lot but we want more
Exploit the wage on the stage of the third world
Entertainment!
For fun and profit.
For parents and screaming children!
They want to play the game for the coming age:
"Yo-Yo Fuck You"
Can you see what I've been thinking?
If it's a sport then why is it that
There's no rules?
It was fire engine red and it spun from a thread.
It was my favorite toy that I took from a boy
Who I put in his place when I smashed in his face
It's so fun to do tricks with this thing
when there's blood on your hands
In the morning I thought I had lost it.
We frantically searched but it's ok,
it's no sweat, just a fucking kids game.