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Post by hailtheleaf on Nov 29, 2007 10:58:38 GMT -5
I'll start this one off with Primus' "Too Many Puppies" since "War Pigs" or "One" would be too obvious to start with...
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark. Too many puppies are trained not to bark. At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that We may maintain our oil fields. Too many puppies Too many puppies are taught to heal. Too many puppies are trained to kill. On the command of men wearing money belts that buy Mistresses sleek animal pelts. Too many puppies.
Too many puppies with guns in their hands. Too many puppies in foreign lands. Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and Placed upon the war machine. Too many puppies are just like me. Too many puppies are afraid to see. The visions of the past brought to life again, Too many puppies, too many dead men.
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Post by hailtheleaf on Aug 25, 2008 14:22:26 GMT -5
High On Fire - Rumors Of War
howling tracks of hell track coming, black storm on the rise they fill our temples with their lies the snakes come slithering anarchy chaotic hunters rise spit in their evil eyes stand our ground with hate and fury; fear that comes will die our enemies have come to life now they exalt the fiend shotgun your nightmare's not a dream they'll choke you and your screams a clashing comes, the haunting presence controlling all that breaths it's brought the world down to its knees the hounds of hell are freed desolate and with their bite, disease his evil never sleep they'll choke you and your screams sacrificing sons and daughters, rolls the war machine the tyrant fills his destiny the snakes come slithering anarchy chaotic hunters rise spit in their evil eyes
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Post by hailtheleaf on Aug 25, 2008 14:27:32 GMT -5
System Of A Down - B.Y.O.B. (bring your own bombs?)
Barbarisms by Barbaras With pointed heels. Victorious, victorious, kneel. For brand new spankin' deals. Marching forward hypocritic And hypnotic computers. You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth. La la la la la la la la la, Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Kneeling roses disappearing, Into Moses’ dry mouth, Breaking into Fort Knox, Stealing our intentions, Hangars sitting dripped in oil, Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion, Still you feed us lies from the table cloth. La la la la la la la la la, Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Blast off, its Party time, And we don't live in a fascist nation, Blast off , its party time, And where the fuck are you? ….. Yeah Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you?
Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? [X4]
Kneeling roses disappearing, Into Moses’ dry mouth, Breaking into Fort Knox, Stealing our intentions, Hangars sitting dripped in oil, Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion, Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth. La la la la la la la la la, Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Where the fuck are you! Where the fuck are you!
Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why, do, they always send the poor? They always send the poor, they always send the poor.
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Post by hailtheleaf on Dec 5, 2008 11:37:39 GMT -5
A Perfect Circle - "Pet"
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeyman come
Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind what other voices say They don't care about you, like I do, like I do Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils, See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
Just stay with me, safe and ignorant, Go back to sleep Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeyman come Count the bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums
I'll be the one to protect you from Your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from A will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from Your enemies and your choices son They're one in the same I must isolate you Isolate and save you from yourself
Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drum
The boogeymen are coming The boogeymen are coming
Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drum
Stay with me Safe and ignorant Just stay with me Hold you and protect you from the other one The evil ones Don't love you son, Go back to sleep
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