criticize our country - kick us when we're down
criticize our military movements on the ground
you think that we're a joke - here's something to quote:
shove your turban in your trap or I'm gonna kill your goat!!!
you wanna be a martyr - we're happy to oblige
you wanna be a victim of a system that divides
you wanna be a hero - then we gonna collide
you wanna go to paradise - we'll pay for the ride
scream about atrocities - our country has perpetraded
scream about the policies - about to be implimated
scream about alliances - our country has affiliated
scream about poor villages - about to be incinerated
say we are the terrorists - that we are to blame
that it might as well have been us piloting those planes
we brought it to ourselves - so you fuckin say
here's a couple daisy cutters - have a nice fuckin day!
scream about atrocities............
why don't you pack your bags and leave the States?!
since it pains you so much to watch their fate
here's your 10 million back - shove it up your fuckin Saudi ass!
getting rich on our democracy, riding on our freedom's back
...makin' friends is fun!
criticize our country...............
complain about our country - as coalitions build
with the UN as your soap box - and your pockets filled with bills
I got some news for new as you're drilling in the sand
the guilt is on your face, the blood is on your fuckin hands
scream about atrocities............
scream about humanity - America's insanity
you're always there kissing our ass when we're handing out our cash
why don't you pack your tent and leave the States?!
since it pains you so much to watch their fate
here's your 10 million back - shove it up your fucking Saudi ass!
getting rich on our democracy, riding on our freedom's back
why don't you pack your bags and leave?!
...making friends is FUN !

Equal rights, don't apply
Quata calls, aren't civil rights
Split the vote, split the state
Split the house, income rape
Doors are shut, need not apply
There's no one here to fight for my rights
Walk the straight line
Left then the right
I live the injusted
Of liberal insight
Motor vote, I say motorhead
I work a job, I don't lay in bed
Payed my dues, pay my way
I earned the right too have my say
I'm sick to death, of liberal views
The liberal fools are fucking you to
You'll know what I'm saying

In the dark of the day
Or the black of the sun
He's coming for you
Look out!

Short but Sweeeeet! (wooo)

I read the writing on the shit house walls
The lines are drawn, we must stand or fall
We the people, polarized
Can't even think to sympatize
If there's no justice
There's no peace
We must unite
To get aside
The woe and grief
A final stride
Must confide
MAy never come to
Save our sorry hides
Go read the writings on the wall...Stand or fall
All this talk of race and war
Leaves speechless on the floor
The futures written in the past

Sitting in my kitchen
Stuffed from having ate
What should I do now
With what's left on my plate
Maybe I should save it
But naw I got the cash
Think I'll take the easy way
And throw it in the trash
U.S.A. for Africa
What a fucking scam
Charity begins at home
What about our land
America has it's own problems
That's what should come first
So fuck those nigger's charity
And let them die of thirst
AREN'T YOU HUNGRY
AREN'T YOU HUNGRY
U.S.A. for U.S.A.
That's what I'd like to see
But sympathetic assholes
Send it all to their own countries
They want the food to grow
On what they call home land
But don't you know
You can't grow anything in sand
AREN'T YOU HUNGRY
AREN'T YOU HUNGRY
AREN'T YOU HUNGRY
I think of people starving
But do you think I care
Let them all die hungry
So I can breathe their air
Sitting in my kitchen
Stuffed form having ate
What should I do now

Enter, tanks, from blue skies above
Raining down terror on all that you
loved
Majestic hills that roll, under tank treads
Are painted with puddles from the recently dead
Coalitions set up to reign
New conditions, new thoughts to train
Mass solution, we must confide
Is mustard gas, with your ass on rye
Armor divisions, impervious pain
Religious collusion, new gods ordained
Mighty contusion, scarring the land
Dictated aggression, dictated man
Napalm coktails, served up hot
Claymore showers, soothe your guts
The re-conditioned, show no alarm

You criticize a way of life.
And don't agree to their struggle or their plight.
Then you're branded, left dead, stranded.
Freedom of thought, I don't ask, I demand it.
You point the finger, but your guilt lingers.
You agree just to blend, so you dont figure,
talk is cheap, flesh is weak.
Actions make the man, so judge him by his deeds.
The unhuman race...
The unhuman race...
The unhuman race... What a disgrace.
The unhuman race...
The unhuman race...
The unhuman race... What a disgrace.
You criticize a way of life.
And don't agree to their struggle or their plight.
Then you're branded, left dead, stranded.
Freedom of thought, I don't ask, I demand it.
You point the finger, but your guilt lingers.
You agree just to blend, so you dont figure, talk is cheap, flesh is weak.
Actions make the man, so judge him by his deeds.
The unhuman race...
The unhuman race...
The unhuman race... What a disgrace.
The unhuman race...
The unhuman race...
The unhuman race... What a disgrace.
Live a life of shame, of profanity and pain.
Salvation's down the drain.

Opportunities arise, open your eyes don't decline.
Open the door.
What's right for you may not be what's right for me.
Ultimatums shown us or them I don't know.
Open the door.
Take our hands cause you know we're your friends.
You call me a friend, but stab me in the back again.
From this deed now I learn.
On you, my back I never turn.
What was mine was always yours.
But you're slammin' all the doors.
True colors my are growing bright.
But you're still stuck in a grey life.
Jealousy, can't you see what it's done.
Open the doors.
I thought I knew, what kind of friend are you.
Honesty flows through me - with purity.
Open the doors.
Once again, we were friends, we're through.
Because of you and your
TRUE COLORS.
Let them shine.

Shunned upon by his fellow man.
Lives in hell and eats out of a garbage can.
An alleyway is where he calls home.
He fights a war and his mind is the battle zone.
Blood runs down the drain, from the street of pain,
you will fear his name...
The Angry Man.
The just, must prevail.
He laughs out loud, inside his head... sirens wail.
As he stands looking over the edge, he prays to Him for justice...
He wants death.
Life sentence.
You're guilty of a crime.
An episode of hatred burns in his mind.
He sends a message of pain and hope of war.
Sends death a knockin' at your door.
Blood runs down the drain,
from the street of pain, you will fear his name...
The Angry Man.

It's your first show.
You're scared to go.
You're ass from your elbow.
You can't tell what you are seein'.
Is chaos in the making.
The clubs shakin'.
The earth quakin'.
Reality on the stage.
We're not fakin'.
It's your first show.
You treat it like a joke.
You're drinking heavy straight rum no coke.
After three or four, you head toward the floor.
Stupid move.
You should've took the door.
Step by step.
We're on a mission.
So shut up and listen.
You thing we're bitchin'.

You want to make money, sign your life away.
Work hard for nothing big business prey.
P.B.M.
Don't worry about money that you'll never see.
Just bought a new Mercedes of your royalties.
P.B.M.
In your lipstick and hairspray, think you look so sweet.
To a record royal you're just a piece of meat.
P.B.M.
Know who your friends are, watch the movies they make.
Cause you won't be the one who's made it as a fake.
P.B.M.

Walk the night.
Thoughts begin to bite at my head...
Tension spreads.
Power, performance.
Strive for self assurance.
Override negative.
Under the influence of questioning implements.
Concrete measures increasing my confidence.
Under the influence of questioning implements.
Concrete measures increasing my confidence.
Feel the psych.
The power I generate.
Down deep inside my soul exaggerates.
Power performance.
Strive for self assurance.
Override negative.
Under the influence of questioning implements.
Concrete measures increasing my confidence.
Under the influence of questioning implements.
Concrete measures increasing my confidence.
Hard expressions making the connection.
Positive insight.
Show no affection.
Speak when correct.
Target your direction.
Lock in...
Lock in.
Unload the lethal weapon.
Under the influence of questioning implements.
Concrete measures increasing my confidence.
Under the influence of questioning implements.

Whip me bitch until my ass bleeds.
Whip me till it makes me cream.
Command me to obey your rules.
Command me to play the fool.
Squeeze my brain, and will with your vise.
Subdue me in your soul of ice.
Bend me, make me understand that clay is molded into the man.
Try to mold me...I resist.
Try to mold me...I clench my fist.
Try to mold me...I'll break away.
Don't care.
Won't listen, to what you have to say.
If you whip the whipping boy, he will resist.
Whip the whipping boy and he will resist...
Resist!
Rub my face into the mud.
Fill me with confusion and drugs.
Scorn me cause I masturbate.
Crucify me, I have no faith.
Try to mold me... I resist.
Try to mold me... I clench my fist.
Try to mold me... I'll break away.
Don't care.
Won't listen, to what you have to say.
If you whip the whipping boy, he will resist.
Whip the whipping boy and he will resist... Resist!
...Won't ...Don't ...Can't.
I will exist, I will resist.
Been consumed by the fires of hate.
Been reborn by the glory of faith.
Been healed by the love that's inside.
And freed from my pride.
...Won't ...Don't ...Can't. I will resist,
I will resist,

Little Johnny marched out to war
On another kind of human race
Killed a man from foreign land
With a shit eatin' grin on his face
That good ol'boy had a taste for war
And warnin' had it's taste
But he died like a schmuck
With his dick in his hand
And his balls...stuck to his face
One was Johnny, Johnny once was
More than a man with a government plan
And dog tags round his neck
One was Johnny, Johnny once was
The meanest mother youever did see
He put your ass in check...one was Johnny
Johnny came home in a body bag
With a purple heart on his vest
It don't matter that they shipped the
Wrong legs, head, arms and chest
They had a parade in Johnny's name
People came from miles around
They buried his ass on soleme grass
With the people singing this song
Johnny's little boy marched out to war
On another kind of human race
Killed a man from a foreign land
With a shit eatin' grin on his face
Johnny's little boys' a psychopath
With vengence at his taste
So killed some schmuck with his

You have to prove
That you're not scared
Enter the cage
Take the dare
Screaming death
In the beast's lair
You couldn't read the signs
DON'T FEED THE BEARS
Don't go in there
You best beware
Don't feed the bears
Stupid fool
You should have known
That's some place you shouldn't go
Polar giant on you
Blood starts to flow
They belong not in a cage
But in the fucking snow
Don't go in there
You best beware

Someone called for the doctor
Got your cure on the tip of my tongue
Call me God of Thunder
You wanted the best, so here I come
We hit the stage, play all the hits
The place is packed, there's nowhere to sit
You scream for more, we rock the crowd
Let's hear it, shout it out loud!
Get ready! - ooh yeah!
Are you ready? - ooh yeah!
So get ready! - ooh yeah!
Get up! - get down! - get ready!
Turn it up, make it hotter than hell
The army's here, let's hear you all yell
You love it loud, we love it loud too
Let me hear you! - Do it!
Get ready! ...............

you stare and hold your breath as the sleeping giant awakes
wondering what you got yourself into
gonna drown in our military wake
got a few tomahawk cruise missiles on the way
better kick your donkey into high gear
cause you're gonna go meet Allah today
so pile up the sand around the caves where you hide
here's a little more TNT to lift your spirits high
you wanna go to paradise?
we'll send you on your way
a world stands united - UNITED
and ready to de-liver your fate
so you think it's HOT in the desert where you make your stand?
gonna turn that desert into glass when we NUKE Ass-Ghanistan
some fucking Jihad
you said the blood will flow like a river
but what you didn't tell us is the blood is yours
from the ass-kicking that we delivered
so pile up the sand ............
we'll show you the real meaning of faith
your asses we will o-blit-ter-rate
and watch your camels d-cint-ter-grate

As I enter the room it gets silent
my identity by itself causes violence
it must be the rebel in me
walking a line that's plain enough to see
don't step up - step off!
cause my deadly bite will rip your head off
why even sweat, never let it bother
I inherited Pride from my Father
who I am, is what I choose
and that't the way it is
it's who I am, it's how I live
you think for a second that I care what you think
if I look into your eyes son, you better not blink
the rebel you love to hate!
The rhythm, the rebel, the music will level
hitting you hard like a ten ton shovel
I got pounds, so understand
I got pounds, and the Master Plan
taking out punks with the back of my hand
making a point and taking a stand
like 2Pac, you're gonna get popped
your ass I'm gonna rock, you're gonna get dropped
don't care what you think - cause I wear the ring
don't care what you think - not a damn thing
don't care what you think - my shit don't stink
if I look into your eyes son, you better not blink
the rebel you love to hate!
hardcore - hard to the core
the rhythm of the rebel makes you want more
so listen to the sound of the underground

White boy, why you wanna say "sup"?
Why you braggin' like you bust shit up?
Jump, jump, jump around
Shake that booty, get down
White dude's can't jump or dance
Especially when their butt is hanging out of their pants
Now what the hell is that all about?
Here's a big boot to your ass hanging out!
So you think you're a gangsta
More like a white sub-urban pranksta
Tagging up the walls, hanging with the homies
Now you think you're a hoodie
You saw Colors and you got a woody
Then thought up the master plan
Gonna write a rap song and sell it to the white man
I remember when "phat" was spelled with an F
I remember if you couldn't hear you were deaf
I remember when you were where you were from
And not what you saw on the television, son
wigga, wigga - white boy
wigga, wigga - gangsta wanna-be
wigga, wigga - white boy
Your pants are falling down
could you find 'em any bigger?
All the wiggas in the house say sup - sup!
Will the wiggas in the house stand up - white boy
Please stand up, please stand up
Pull your pants up, will you pull your pants up
bustin out your funky fresh Tommy's
looking real dip in the hood, thanks to mommy
pull your hood up, twist your hat crooked
pull your hood up, boy you look stupid
you want that rap look - so you duped, you duped it
you want that rap sound - so you looped it, you looped it
pull your hood up, twist your hat crooked
pull your hood up, boy you look stupid
hey white boy, can't you find the beat?
you ain't street, you're trippin on your own feet
pull your hood up, twist your hat crooked
pull your hood up, boy you look stupid!
so you wanna live large - large
drive fancy cars and hang around with pop stars
pull your hood up - pull your hood up
I remember when.........

Living in a country where freedom is provided
Where scumbags burn the flag, and GOD is not recited
Blame society and the generations past
But your principals get lost when it comes to cash
Driving down the streets of gold, for which you never fought
Hyping out everyone to fight for your cause
Blaming everyone for indians that fell
As the checks come rolling in and the t-shirts start to sell
Rage - against - the mac machine
Cashing in - sell-out hypocrites!
Corporation dollars fund your benefits
As they press up all your records
And buy your k-rock hits
You fucking hypocrites!
You want to free Tibet, because you think that Tibet's got it bad
Fuck you, fuck Tibet, fuck your fans
Move there if you feel so sad!
Raise alot of cash and ship it to Tibet
You hypocrites, did you forget
There's people starving in our own backyards
Complain about the world - it's hatred and it's strife
Complain about the world - toxic waste, pollution, loss of life
Complain about the world - your anger is a message
A westcoast liberal, douchebag, dickhead
Millionaire's perspective
Rage - against - ...............
Freedom - isn't free
Freedom - isn't free
Why do you rage against freedom?
Rage - against - ...............

Chubby chick you look hip
When you dress up in tie die
So now what will you do that Jerry's dead
Will you finally wash your hair
And join the real world
Or wait for Bob Wier to tour instead
Everybody peace out
And look at the cool clouds
Granola parades, make up your weekend
Taking acid, eating your tofu
Wearing sandles, keeps you down to earth
When in reality, it's gravity versus girth
Miss Hippypottomus it's 1996
You gotta work to live
You just can't enjoy the trip...
Miss Hippypottomus
I really think that Jerry was ultra cool

Bubble Butt
Bubble Butt
Bubble Butt
Bubble Butt
Bubble Butt
Bubble Butt
She's so fat
Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble
Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble
Bubble Butt

Aren't you sick of the way you're living
Let down in life without being forgiven
Struggle for a future
You try to survive
Put on this world to rot and die
Let me out
Let me out me out
Me out of this world
Tell me how I got here
Why don't you say a word
Let me out me out
Me out of this world
Tell me how I got here

Jim Gorden, the man who was insane
Jim Gorden, had Glaxo in his brain
Jim Gordon was insane
He took his mother's life
He used the hammer first
So she wouldn't feel the knife
He's gone insane
He's lost his mind
The voices in his head
Prove the bastard nuts
He bashed his mother's head in
Because she killed Paul Lynd
He couldn't play the drums
Cause people moved his hand
Was he just a mad man
We may never understand
He's gone insane
He's lost his mind
The voices in his head
Prove the bastard nuts
He bashed his mother's head in
Because she killed Paul Lynd
MOSH
Jim Gorden was insane
He took his mother's life
He used the hammer first
So she wouldn't feel the knife
He's gone insane, he's lost his mind
He couldn't play his drums
Cause people moved his hands
Was he just a mad man

I've seen enough
I just can't take it
Why don't you mosh
Or have an epileptic fit
You stand there like you're at a parade
Call this your scene
But you're the one who betrayed
Got your feet glued to the floor
Just there and thrashed some more
You're the fuckup, a dick to the extreme
It's people like you
Who make me want to scream

Parents
They deprive
They diminsh our time
Mother-father
Wish I was dead
Could have been cum on their bed
Put me in this world
Gave me a little
The rich fucking bastards
Didn't care at all
Wish I were dead
I'm better off alone
I don't need their raggin'
Anymore
Turn that down
That noisy music
Go to bed
And leave me the fuck alone
That's all they say
And all they do
Get me out of this place
Can't take it anymore
Wish I were dead
I'm better off alone
I don't need their raggin'

Is that your hair or a Tina Turner wig
You should be ashamed of yourself
Now you shaved your head,
And that's a fashion too
With your ears you look like an elf

Life is short in the SGT's house of pain
Endless suffering, is holy gain
Bamboo shoots and fingertips
Broken legs and feet will be dismissed
When others fail the SGT prevails...
Death...Destruction...Whiteout
Swollen eyes, not from tears of joy
Stick to his boots, then make a popping
Noise
Electric rod jammed down the shaft
Electricute your balls until they blast
When others fall the SGT prevails

Rise and shine
Crossing boarders can be fun
Causing crime
No relief from what you've done
Refried beans, U.S. dreams
Pancho villa lives next door to me
Time to ride
In your chevy you look sharp
Rising crimes
Broken bottles in the park
Jesus Christ
Those velvet paintings sure look nice
Pay the price
Oranges, pesos or your life

I greet the day with anger, bombs and verbal threats
I lift my head, in dread, of things not yet
Lets have a drink, then throw up in the fucking sink
Shot glass...shot glass
If your in sight
There's gonna be a fight
Shot glass...shot glass
It's me and you and shots enough for two
I drink the drink, I drink,
Until I drink again

Standing on a corner
Frozen to the bone
You have to make a living
But you'd rather be at home
Your eyes start getting heavy
Still you forge on
Wake up and face the world
AND GET A REAL JOB
GET A REAL JOB
You get a little older
Your bones are brittle and weak
Dizzy in the morning
Your pulse is sounding weak
You hate to go to work
Just living for a job
Wake up and smell the coffee
And get a real job
GET A REAL JOB
GET A REAL JOB
GET A REAL JOB
GET A REAL JOB
Soon you will retire
Or maybe have a stroke
You cannot feel your finger tips
Because some veins have closed
But still you drive a hack
Or push a hotdog cart
Now it's too late for you

ROCK!
You came here to see a show.
We came here to rock n' roll.
Hit the lights, we'll hit the stage.
We'll make this place go freakin' insane.
The crowd is loud and feeling strong.
We're gonna party all nite long.
We're gonna rock tonite...
"ROCK".
Turn the power up to ten.
I've come to crush, not make friends.
Feel the beat thumpin' hard, thundering bass, crushing guitars.
Feel the sound, pound you down.
It's loud, it's true, it's underground.
Hear the sound, so loud and true.
And know these sounds were meant for you.
Raise your fist and heed the call, of music made for one and all.
It's loud, it's true.
A crucial sound that butchers you.
The crowd is loud and feeling strong.
We're gonna party all nite long.
We're gonna rock tonite...
"ROCK".
"ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK".