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The Pinkerton Thugs (7/30/2012) Part 5 of 5
We've been standing around for far to long
Living our image, singing our songs
Twenty years strong, but what's really changed?
We've repeated our message but the system remains
The land of the free? The home of the brave?
The black still a target, the worker still a slave
They still have the taxman, they still have the cop
We're still at the bottom, they're still on the top
We gotta fight!
We're asking "Who?" Instead of "Why?"
How can we fight them if we're part of their lie?
Don't let their lies get the better of you because fighting
each other is what they want us to do
The time will come, we'll have our turn. But until that
day we've got a lot to learn. You don't ask for liberty, you
You don't know what we go through
To cut all these steaks
You don't know what we go through
To put 'em on your plate
You don't know what its like
To spend your day
Slicing necks for meager pay
The crying of the cows
The screaming of the pigs
The horses and the cutting rigs
The bloody boots
The bloody gloves
The bloody walls
And the bloody tubs
While my kids get thinner and thinner
I slice hog for America's dinner
So much ham, so many mouths to feed
And a bad case of conventional greed
The goddamn AFL-CIO
Functions only for the status quo
Our long term goals can only be met
Correct me if I'm wrong
but doesn't your label read
A statement of hipocrisy,
of capitalistic greed
Isn't it a lie to say
your products cruelty free
With all the wage slaves
suffering from your cupidity?
I'm glad to see you're abandoning your
animal testing past. But what about
your exploitation of the working class?
What about the toilers from which you
get ingredients? What about the
families that depend on their pittance?
What about the labor force you utilize
overseas? What about the prisoners in
foreign factories? What about
the teamsters that distribute for you?
What about the cruelty
that they are subject to?
This pretense is the fault of every
citizen. That believes in the system
that you've invested in. We realize
you will never surrender tyranny
But your money won't do any good
against solidarity.
Break apart your fetters, workers of
the lands. The means of production
belong in your hands, not in the claws
of a rich minority. That secures its
dominance through state and industry
The labor union has allowed a step in
gaining control. Why not use this
strength toward the long term goal?
We must dispose of social corpulence
and unsurpation. We must look to
There ain't no reason anymore
There ain't no spirit anymore
There ain't no hope anymore
There ain't no glory anymore
Goldman, Debs, and Parsons
Must be rolling in their graves
The way this movement behaves
So if you believe in freedom, well I believed in you
That together we would see a brighter day
There ain't no turning back no more
There ain't nowhere to hide no more
There ain't no heroes anymore
This story starts out spray painted on a wall
Its been there for decades
As the cigarette burns the world still turns
While the vodka numbs the pain
And everyone's got a sob story
And the sigh is always the same
When you turn out the pockets of your dirty jeans
And find two bucks to your name
And everyone's got somewhere to go
And got somethin' to do
I watch you millin' around all over this town
While i kick a stone or two
These six strings can be bullets if ya got something to say
And if ya make a living off of telling them off
Then I'd say you won the game
Well just about four years ago there was no one to be found
Now theres anger in four hundred eyes and fresh boots on the ground
Now this story ends spray painted on a wall
Its still there to this day
You pass it on your way to work
As the paint it starts to fade
No one is givin' nothin' there ain't one damn thing for free
So spring to life like a switchblade knife, its time they started to bleed
You and me we always hit it off well
Always had that gleam in our eyes the days were ours to sell
You'd hit me up for a buck but we never had a dime
So we jumped the subway in town on the Red Line
I remember
We were never off our feet kickin' stones down on the street
We got arrested more than once before we hit the age eighteen
My folks untied the knot, your old man got a job in New York
You picked up habbits, I picked up the guitar
We used to steal a lot
Then catch a show off the Kenmore stop
But I felt I robbed the most
When that poison hit your heart
Should have never seen you off
Should have been right there when you nodded off
But you told me you weren't doing nothing hard
I remember seeing you two weeks before you died
I swear to christ you had that gleam still in your eye
And now I'm runnin'
But I'm runnin' all alone
When I'm done runnin'
People say the feeling's gone
But it's been with me for far too long
Sound of freedom's with us all
Sound of freedom's with us all
When I die I will be free
You'll never get the best of me
Birth, School, Work, death
You can't tell me there's nothing left
Thoreau had it right
There's ways to win without a fight
Malcolm X had it right
You won't win unless you fight
When I die I will be free
You'll never get the best of me
Birth, School, Work, death
You can't tell me there's nothing left
What are we going to do?
I'm willing to try a revolution
I'm willing to try a revolution
Weigh the options one by one
Who are we taking orders from?
What is standing in our way?
Where are the warriors today?
If we're to be the proud and strong
It's our job to carry on
Hang in there 'till the job is done
We have only just begun
We'll work together
We will never turn our back
We're going down with the ship
A new future is staring you in the face
How could you refuse it?
Never overlook your friends
We are with you 'till the end
Don't let it all get to you
We've so much to look forward to
There's still tables to be turned
There's still a message to be learned
There's still a cause for you to fight
There's still a reason to unite
I've had it up to here
Our differences won't disappear
Anyone can go and fight
But it takes real courage to unite
In the bear white walls of the fish factory
I worked all day just to make ends meet
Cut and gut and pack it up
That will never get you far
They got me workin' all day
I spent two years in a factory
With fumes so thick it hurt to breathe
Destroyed my throat broke my back
I ain't never going back
They got me workin' all day
They get you in when you're down and out
Your blood and sweat is running out
One things for sure its plain to see
I don't wanna work in a factory
You'll hear the blood hounds bark
And they'll lay me stiff and stark
I'm gagged and bound six foot in the ground
With a bullet in my heart
But never say die though they'll try to destroy you
They can strangle hope with the hangman's rope
But we feel no stranglehold
And never forget they hanged Captain John Brown
Though we lost a man we came back again
With a force one hundred fold
Let me tell you 'bout police
They want a piece of me
Their hate is a beast that lives and breathes
And fed by the bourgeoisie
But never say die though they try to destroy you
They can strangle hope with a hangman's rope
But we feel no stranglehold
And never forget our brothers in Braintree
Though we lost a man we came back again
With a force one hundred fold
And never forget out Haymarket martyrs
Though we lost out men we came back again
The agony of youth no it never did me good
'Cause all the glory never had the meaning that it should
Never again will I see through those eyes
Never again will I have you by my side
Never Again
I wanna call you a brother we'll be there for each other
And call it all out own, we'll call it all our own
Well one thing thats for certain
They'll draw the final curtain
But you'll never fight alone
This is where the bodies lay
The onslaught of the BIA
Funded by FBI
To commit genocide
A sudden movement in the bowels of democracy
(Indian people are) Virtual exiles in their own country
Two simple ways to kill them all
Firearms and alcohol
As in all government crime
One makes profit, one saves time
We had no strong drink
No such thing as whisky
Dad still lives in the town where he was born
Says he's got nowhere else to go
He's been working the same job since 1962
Knows everything he'll never need to know
Everyday at five he'd come home from the plant
He'd pull up and honk his horn
He'd go in the kitchen and come out with a beer
Then unbutton his uniform
And I never understood the expression on his face
But finally it's making sense to me
"Cause when grandpa passed away I inherited his clothes
And a job down at the factory
Living second rate, working second shift
And somehow twenty years went by
I ended up like dad, in the town where I was born
Well it's 1997, just about a quarter past eleven
Nobody sits at home cause the rocks about to roll
The Citgo sign with it's neon fire is fryin' all the suits
While they're snortin' business up their nose, we're scuffin up our boots
The downtown beat pours onto the street of the ground level
Skeleton nation, but the high brow cannot hear it cause they ain't turned into the station
All the common kids down on Comm. Ave have quite a lot to say
But there ain't an ear to listen 'cause their turn is so far away
Another kid with a broken heart
An old beat up six string guitar
Last train stop better get off
At the end of an era
Ghetto blast goes 1-2-3-4
If you're sick of being poor
And the rebel beat beats on
At the end of an era
The elder ghosts are in the square
As johnny fresh cut chops off his hair
Butchy's black dreads flow all over town
As black souls jive to the reggae sound
When black and white dance together all night
It ain't gonna make the papers
When red blood fell from black and white lips
They pinned it ghetto hatred
The Mission Hill kids have got a mission
It's called stayin' alive
Its the calm before the storm
In an ethnic jail tonight
All right ready to prowl?
Hey I seen it man
They come from every walk of life
From every edge of town
They got gasoline in their veins
Best walk on the other side of the street man
They got venom eyes
The Mission Hill kids, the Savin Hill pack
The Cambridge campers, the Sommerville house
The Charlestown town boys, suburban youth
They're idlin' high
They're blendin' in with the bricks
I know you seen us before
I've seen you ignore us
But we don't forget a face man
Theres a sun settin' on the horizon
And we're running full speed with guns
Some make it and others get burnt up
So we're gonna make sure we're the ones
With the one way ticket outta here
'Cause we been twenty years down
We want guitars not a suit or shovel
To get out of vampire town
Don't tread on me
'Cause we're sick and we're tired
And we're running out of fuel
So take this song as a so long
'Cause you need us we don't need you
We ain't gonna work for you, no
You're gonna get nothin' done now
Sittin' front a TV screen
So don't complain when we march through your town
If you miss the train when it leaves
Get out anyway that you can now
Burn the pavement under your feet
Come out of hiding the dust is clearing
Honey, tell the boys I'm coming home
I just can't face this alone
Tell the boys their daddy's coming home
How did it ever come to this?
Honey how did it ever come to this?
How'd I get involved in bad business?
How did I get in such a mess?
Honey, tell the boys I'm on my way
Been on the road for nearly seven days
And I just wanna see your pretty face
Been an honest man all of my life
Been an honest worker all of my life
I've been true until that awful night
When I met some trouble out on 105
Honey I've gone and killed a man
Things didn't go as they were planned
'Cause someone put that gun in my hand
Murder wasn't part of the deal
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I pulled the trigger
or my own life was through
People say the feeling's gone
But it's been with me for far too long
Sound of freedom's with us all
Sound of freedom's with us all
When I die I will be free
You'll never get the best of me
Birth, School, Work, death
You can't tell me there's nothing left
Thoreau had it right
There's ways to win without a fight
Malcolm X had it right
You won't win unless you fight
When I die I will be free
You'll never get the best of me
Birth, School, Work, death
You can't tell me there's nothing left
What are we going to do?
I'm willing to try a revolution
I'm willing to try a revolution
Are you?
For a wage of copper they'll make you rich in gold
And thats what you got if you got control
But if you got nothin' you ain't got no hope
'Cause everybody knows where the money goes
A mans gotta work if he wants to live
But is a life of labor for the highest bid
A life worth livin' oh tell me if it is
Cause I wanna know when to cash in
They don't know your fury, can't hear you shout
No matter how loud you holler, they'll drown you out
No fist of ours has any clout
They think they know whats best for you
But have they walked a mile in your boots
This scene is me this scene is you
We're the wheels that make it turn
Went down to Kenmore the other day
Where us punks used to hand
The Rats boarded up, its been bought out
Theres not a whisper where we used to shout
We're all in this
Together
We may never get anywhere
Yeah somedays I don't wanna care
But once your eyes are open they can't be shut
At least we're tryin' thats goof enough
I haven't lost my edge
I haven't lost my faith
We still need to overthrow this state
I still hate the rich
I still hate the cops
Discontent now includes all class
Recognize that you help divide the mass
The place that you're in is the place that you'll stay
You're a brick in the wall of the rich's estate
We build our own prisons
We make our own chains
We tie our own nooses
And it's all in vain
If you're angry today, you're on our side
You can still throw a brick in a suit and tie
I won't pretend we can all get along
Rich vs. Poor? I see nothing wrong
Last night a decaying man said "I don't know what to do"
Today a working woman said "I have barely enough for food"
Suit and tie walks up to me and says "Theres no differance between us
I'm making money for the company, and they leave me in the dust...
" Fuck the leaders! We don't need `em!
Pestilance of all our work!
Power locusts feeding time
We'll bust through our prisons
And break all our chains
We'll cut all our nooses
And end all our pain
I never eat any nutritious food
I hope I die at age 32
I'm a little slinky skinny little shit
Not big enough to kick ass in the pit
All the jocks used to beat me up in school
Now I'm in a punk band they think it's really cool
I don't do heroin I'd never touch that stuff
Jesus Christ I'm skinny enough
I'm a scrawny little fuck
Hey Mom look at me
Honey, tell the boys I'm coming home
I just can't face this alone
Tell the boys their daddy's coming home
How did it ever come to this?
Honey how did it ever come to this?
How'd I get involved in bad business?
How did I get in such a mess?
Honey, tell the boys I'm on my way
Been on the road for nearly seven days
And I just wanna see your pretty face
Been an honest man all of my life
Been an honest worker all of my life
I've been true until that awful night
When I met some trouble out on 105
Honey I've gone and killed a man
Things didn't go as they were planned
'Cause someone put that gun in my hand
Murder wasn't part of the deal
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I pulled the trigger
The worlds in their hands, they've had their chance
One day well make the bastards pay!
American society, privilege and poverty
One day well make the bastards pay!
Your so-called order amounts to inequality
One day we'll make the bastards pay!
You fall for their tricks - the carrot on the stick
One day well make the bastards pay!
They do as they please while keeping us on our knees
Yes your people have strength and perseverance
But behind every bread line lies a struggle to exist
You've stood proud but another eighty years won't change
A state is a state no matter how its rearranged
Dictatorship
Of the proletariat
Why hasn't the lesson been learned?
Where is the justice in that?
When the land remains
When the people are innocent
Your pride is a glimmer of hope
In a world of discontent
Theres something in your blood for revolution
But I think that your blood is running cold
Will time really tell
When theres no hope left to sell
Or will despair take its toll
You bet your ass the lambs will keep on crying
If the the wolf is still circling the fence
You think you've seen the way, but by the light of day
You've only reached another dead end
Has your dream slipped through your fingers
Or maybe it wasn't really there
Or maybe part of growing up
Is losing touch with you've loved
Oswald is in the library
But he's got the face of an "injun" cheif
Buying Manhattan for twenty six beads
I was lookin' at my watch just the other day
It said doomsday is just a couple years away
That ain't much time to halt the crime of whores
Theres no more heroes, theres no more justice
White collar crime from the office
In my state you make sixteen grand
To even camp in poverty land
What if you're only makin' twelve
Then where you gonna dwell
They made me buy my food with stamps
Meanwhile reservations die
Capital don't care if your skin is red or white
We got crooks in power in the USA
Modern day whiskey, green paper cocaine
The pied piper had a parade
Led the founders to their grave
All thats left is a land soaked with guilt and blood
I ain't never been out there
But I bet its the same as here
Hope got cancelled years ago
For the Ronald Reagan show
They're the real mohegan clan
Not us spikes in whitey land
Through the ruin, through the squalor
Through the hate
Through the iron bars of the factory gate
Through the pestilence, the famine
And the death
Capital will draw its final breath
War!
The goad of humanity is at your back
What are you gonna do when we're ready to attack?
Will your minions really stand by your side?
Face to face with our rising tide
War!
One shot could trigger your demise
And I can see the whites of your eyes
The force of many and the strength of steel
Relent or be trodden under heel
I WILL DIE FOR WHAT I BELIEVE
I'm taking you down with me
I WILL DIE FOR WHAT I BELIEVE
(M. Smaldone/ P. Russo)
If crime is a natural human tendency
then why are most crimes commited
by people of the lower class? Crime is
natural only as a rejection to social injustice
and inequality; the more they force us down,
the more defiant we become. This means that
all the laws and all the policemen and all the
prisons aren't going to change a fucking thing,
they can only grow in numbers, waste more of our labor and take more
of our lives!
No need for police anymore!
An even greater threat than communism
to the American elite, Blacks, Hispanics,
and Native Americans are forced, not by
physical means but by social means, into
ghettos and slums, poor districts and
reservations, where they're left to endure
their own anger. These are the most
oppressed people in this country and this
is precisely why crime rates in their
communities are so high.
No need for police anymore!
Remove the whip from the backs of
the workers and we'll do better work
Remove the gun from the backs of the people
and we'll have a better society based on
cooperation rather than competition. They
need us to remain in power but we don't need
them. We can take what's rightfully ours, and
we don't need to do what they say. You know why?
BECAUSE WE ARE THEIR POWER!!
No need for police anymore!
Thousands of miles away and I cannot get a job
Well I'd rather be fighting in Lima 'cause my
back's against the wall. There's a broken old
mill town here, and a ratty village there that
seized the lion's den while they were eating
the lion's share.
Support Peruvian rebels.
The political prisoners must be let go. "Cause
as they wine and dine their way they steal
the food right from your throat. Have they ever
been hungry? Have they ever been cold? Heads
of the state held hostage in their own home
You can claim you're Red or Black now.
But both get scarred by the whip they crack out
Some are age 14 with a mind and a gun yeah
The most beautiful sight under the sun yeah
And the message won't be lost. For the mighty
hours that you fought out there. We'll pass and
kick the word along now. With the roots and
folklore of this song now
We'll take your message to our streets...
Well some kid got the lock down
'Cause he got flip with an officer
No you don't do that in this town
Unless you can bail yourself out
Some kids got the kick down
Fightin' straights from Fenway Park
But who was in the right now
And who still feels the scars?
Whoah, pick yourself up now, lets go
Now when we come to your town
Ain't no one gonna be a thug
But we're gonna have a lot of words now
So ya tough hoods listen up
I seen ya drinkin' down the river
I seen ya fightin' at the shows
I seen em crawl from every niche around
And then I've seen em go
These are the times
And I don't care how it happens
Things just gotta change
Are you in it for a lifetime
Are you giving back what you take
Is what I'm saying sinking in
Or is it just another wasted day
Theres one thing that they got that we ain't got
Its the long arm of the law
When the mace came out I clutched the ground
Then they kicked me up some more
When the bandages come off
They'll give me a new name
When the bandages come off
I won't be the same
I don't know a thing about the Warfare Division
When the bandages come off
The experiments they did on me
When the bandages come off
The things I have seen
I don't know a thing about the Warfare Division
When the bandages come off
All evidence will be destroyed
When the bandages come off
I'll assume sangfroid
I don't know a thing about the Warfare Division
I scrape my food from a polyvinyl tray
I think about the process and I crack every day
Five minutes for the Postal Office
Five minutes for the nation
In five minutes I'll plod back to my station
Its time for you to meet the other me
The one that wants you dead
I'll punch in your numbers and I'll print a receipt
And then I'll bash in your head
I kiss your ass and you pay me
But I'm so sick of your policies
I hate being so fucking autocratic
Your attitude is shit
You're over privileged
Your image is shit
You're over privileged
You aren't rebellious
You're over privileged
You aren't a punk
You're over privileged
Where the fuck is the pride in that?
Welcome to Suburbia, I call it my life
Step inside for a drink, come and meet my wife
Our two boys, Dave and John, are outside on the lawn
Rolling in the residue of the local Biocide
Step into the living room, come look at the view
Birds once fed at the the bird feeders hung in front of you
The spraying planes flew overhead, and now all the birds are dead
How about another taste of some Insecticide
Carcinogenic droplets are blanketing the ground
Killing off the fauna, killing off the town
Listen to what the TV says, you'll end up picking up carcasses
People say it's peace time
We're looking towards the sun
We're destroying tanks and bombs
No more threatening "Red scum"
The Arabs? They've been silenced
And the oil is running free
So don't worry about your future
They've made it safe for you and me
But can you fill up your car and turn up your heat
Knowing your tank is filled with the blood of a terror democracy?
How about the puppets we put in power in South America?
To make sure we'd have no problems, unfriendly neighbors are such a
bother
International corporations cannot come and reap the harvest
If the people are in power they'd realize just why they're starving
There is a war going on in your town, it's right outside your door
Welfare? Ha! That's a fucking laugh
It's government candy, it's poverty's crack
For some there's no such thing as peace
Economic wars have gone on for centuries
The police? They're an army. An army built for you.
And the CIA and FBI don't have to follow rules
Filter drugs down from the heavens, and guns a blaze tonight
You only feed into their hands when you kill off your own kind
Well there's a weapon that they have that's more cruel than the bomb
'Cause you die off very slowly thinking YOU create the harm
It's a weapon they call welfare and it's something many want
And they're willing to give it out because it keeps you in the dark
Why kill you? You're a bother, but no one would stand for that
When we can put you in a ghetto style concentration camp
What better way to keep a list of everyone that's poor
Than to set up a program that keeps you coming back for more
Oh to live inside of your world must be such a fucking dream
Not to worry day to day about your fellow human beings
IF YOU NEED A CANE TO WALK, YOU'D GET NOWHERE WITHOUT IT.
IF YOU NEED A GOVERNMENT TO LIVE THEY'VE GOT YOU WHERE THEY WANT