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| Posted by Coastalisis on 10-Aug-2005 | THEY COVER UP!If you look at their reflections, in the pages that they sell,
What you see is only on the surface.
When you try to see the meaning, hidden underneath.
The real lack of their depth can be deceiving.
Bush sources are their only inspiration.
You can see it in the distance, the harder now you stare.
From the stories it's hard to see, but you know what's out there.
Of the written words, they're shallow.
From the white house, talk is cheap.
You can really judge the results by the company they keep!
From the lies of the State press corps.
(change in guitar pace/drum intro)
From the lies of the State press corps,
They don't want you to decide.
You don't question their lies whispered (of the State press corps)
Don't you even try.
With the lies of the State press corps
Don't try to reply,
Don't even try to reply whispered: (to the State press corps)
They'll cut you down to size,
Then you'll rue the day that you were born,
You'll be the target of their scorn.
(instrumental solo)
See all the trauma, drama, comments,
The guilt and doubt and shame,
The what if's and if only's,
The shackles and the chains,
The violence and aggression,
The pettiness and scorn,
The jealousy and hatred,
The tempest and discord,
(shouted) THEY COVER UP!
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| Posted by Doran m. Langley on 10-Aug-2005 | PiecesThey're in pieces, bits and pieces
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
Since you bombed 'em and you said just die
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
All they do is bleed and cry
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
Just bomb away and cause 'em misery
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
That's the way it'll always be
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
You said you'd free 'em but that was just a line
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
You'll be rulin' 'em till the end of time
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
Now you think it's a video game
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
Well all you're doin' is causin' more pain
Polls go down and hit new lows, oh yeah
Karl Rove starts to see it to
Just need to give the press a show
You said Saddam's a bad man and he's due
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
When we're gone and they're all alone
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
You'll be way up there on your throne
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
You'll be looking for another fight
They're in pieces, bits and pieces
Kill today as might is right
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| Posted by David Kaplansky on 10-Aug-2005 | No hidden weaponsI can't find no hidden weapons.
I can't find no hidden weapons.
'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try...
I can't find no...I can't find no...
When I'm searchin' near and far, and then Bush comes on the radio.
Keeps sayin' has more and more classified information,
Supposed to help my investigation.
I can't find no...
Oh, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, hey...
That's what I say...
I can't find no hidden weapons.
I can't find no hidden weapons.
'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try...
I can't find no... I can't find no...
When I'm searchin' factories, and Frat Boy comes on and tell me
How pointless I'll be.
But, he can't be trusted 'cause he doesn't share
Any secret files with me.
I can't find no...
Oh, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey...
That's what I say...
I can't find no hidden weapons.
I can't find no hidden weapons.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't find no, I can't get no
When I'm workin' for the world.
And inspectin' this and checkin' out that.
And I'm tryin' to find some germs, they tell me.
Bush says, better find some maybe next week.
'Cause you see he's on a losing streak.
I can't find no...
Oh, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey...
That's what I say....
I can't find no...
I can't find no...
I can't find no hidden weapons, no hidden weapons
No hidden weapons, no hidden weapons...
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| Posted by Rebecca E. Borden on 10-Aug-2005 | Hunted manHe's the hunted man
He's so hard to find
Where'd he flee or are we blind?
Can he move at all,
Or can we even hear his calls?
Is he alive or dead?
What new thoughts are in his head?
Pakistan is where
Why should they even care?
He was trained to kill
In remote Afghani fields
Where he planned the crime
Against all of mankind
Now we don't hunt him
Got new plans for the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfurl
Now the time is here
For hunted man to spread fear
A new tape from the grave
Thought he was killed in a cave
Still we can't find him
Now they just turn their heads
Who else will hunt him?
Till he has his revenge
Where has his trail lead?
Fills the country full of dread
Spinning as fast as they can
Hunted man lives again!
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| Posted by Kenna M. Buice on 10-Aug-2005 | What aew you gonna do now?What are you gonna do now?
Look at beard and turban, this A-rab to be jailed.
'Cause you're working for the Homeland.
Spying on your neighbor is what they want you to do!
When you're working for the Homeland.
They will teach their twisted speech.
To the young believers.
They will train the blue-eyed men
To be true believers.
Judges said five to four-and no reason now to doubt them.
Keep on spying for the Homeland.
No man born with American soul
Would be questioning the Homeland.
Up against the wall, the Homeland's come to call.
How can you refuse it?
Our fury for the tower, anger is their power.
D'you think they won't use it?
The voices on TV are calling.
Stop wasting your time, restrictions coming.
Only a fool would think anyone cares for you.
The men at the white house are bold and cunning.
They owe you nothing, your sons, they're draftin'.
It's the best years of your lives they want to steal.
You grow up as they dumb you down.
You're just praising the Homeland.
You start wearing the uniforms brown.
You're marching for the Homeland.
They give you someone to boss around.
It makes you feel big now.
You snooze and you don't realize.
You lost your own will now.
In these days of evil presidentes
Skimming from the Homeland.
Whose holding the bag when the bills come due?
Those working for the Homeland.
But ha! Git along!
Working for the Homeland.
But ha! Git along!
Working for the Homeland.
Working for the Homeland.
Working for the Homeland.
Working for the Homeland.
But ha! Git along!
Working for the Homeland.
Working for the Homeland.
Working for the Homeland.
Working for the Homeland.
Working for the Homeland.
Working for the Homeland.
And they give away no secrets.
Working for the Homeland.
Who's the dummy now?
Working for the Homeland...
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| Posted by Mark Kinder on 10-Aug-2005 | They have weapons of deathDubya says on the TV, "They have weapons of death."
"Excitable boy," we all said.
And Bush spins a tale and he beats his chest
"Excitable boy," we all said.
Well, Shrub's just an excitable boy.
He took his lies to the UN and then barked.
"Excitable boy," they all said.
Dubya wants to keep the country in the dark.
"Excitable boy," we all said.
Well, Shrub's just an excitable boy.
He says old Saddam wants the "nucular" bomb
"Excitable boy," U.N. said
And he'll invade and kill 'em, destroy all their homes.
"Excitable boy," U.N. said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years we'll need to bring the troops home
Excitable boy, they all said
And we'll take all their oil and hope they leave us alone
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy.
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| Posted by nalon r. baker on 10-Aug-2005 | InvestigationWe know the pieces fit, we watched towers fall away.
Confused, while smoldering, explanations differing.
Their intentions juxtaposed against the forces set in motion.
Dissembling as they forbid any investigation.
The fear now fuels the crackdown, has shut our eyes and torn us so.
We don't see when the war will end, crippling the opposition.
We know the pieces fit, as we watched questioning drowned.
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean we don't desire to.
Point the finger, blame the other, watch liberties trampled over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover hard asked questions.
The imagery that comes from the controlled TV screen,
And the dark forces behind it.
Making spaces for the dissidents.
(instrumental break)
There was a time that the pieces fit, but we watched them filed away.
Subdued, new wars for oil, strangled by their coveting.
They've done the math enough to know the dangers of our nation's message.
Doomed to stumble because we sow, and reaping is our destination.
Forced silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Amongst freedom's supposed lovers.
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| Posted by Ano M. Miller on 10-Aug-2005 | Won't Stop Aggrieving(instrumental intro)
Through the bombs Bush hurled,
Wants to rule the whole wide world.
With crooks of Far Right strain, attack anywhere.
He's Bush Daddy's boy.
Born and raised to steal, destroy.
With crooks of Far Right strain, attack anywhere.
(instrumental break)
Bush brings Iraq a smokey doom;
A hell you'll find, a heap of tombs.
In a while, will ensnare the Right;
War goes on and on and on and on...
Dangers... waiting...
Troops shot down while standing guard.
For shadows... searching in the ni-i-ight...
Street fights... people...
Shooting anything in motion.
Hiding... somewhere; still, they fight.
(instrumental break)
Working hard to further kill;
Dubya just wants his thrill.
Sayin' anything, against advice,
Commits war crime.
"We will win, they will lose!"
Bush says (doesn't hear the boos).
War quagmire never ends,
War goes on and on and on and on...
Dangers... waiting...
Troops shot down while standing guard.
For shadows... searching in the ni-i-ight...
Street fights... people...
Shooting anything in motion.
Hiding... somewhere; still, they fight.
(instrumental break)
Won't stop... aggrieving.
War for oil stealing.
Far Right... neocons... want a fight...
Won't stop... aggrieving.
War for oil stealing.
Far right... neocons... want a fight...
(Repeat final verse and fade)
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| Posted by Ali Walker on 10-Aug-2005 | Shrub Caused Sickening Slaughter(Instrumental intro)
Shrub fibs.... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.
Flay his kind... they only offer more violent fights.
Connive like crazy, without end.
All to achieve their paradise.
Shrub's their deceiver.
'Cause they need more war to feed their coup;
Oil, what they're killing for.
Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.
(instrumental break)
Our troops fought... then they find out Bush don't care at all.
He'll leave them dying, in the end.
Blundering through Iraq, he'll go.
Shrub's a deceiver.
'Cause he needs more war to feed his coup.
Oil, he's not paying for.
Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.
Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.
(instrumental fade)
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| Posted by Elby on 10-Aug-2005 | The Stupid OneEverybody's talking' 'bout Bush Daddy's son.
To the whole wide world, he's the Stupid One.
Yeah, he's the one (Bush. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
the one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).
Shrub has wrecked our future; press gives him a pass.
He has done things we rue for Big Oil and Gas:
Polluted skies, more acid rain.
Tell the First Moron he's also insane.
Yeah, he's the one (Bush. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
the one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).
Bush had thought his words for war sounded sweet,
As his bombin' tore Iraq apart, in the heat.
Killed the sick... razed the dead,
Made the whole wide world squawk, "Bush, you misled!"
Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).
(instrumental break)
Bush had thought his words for war sounded sweet,
As his bombin' tore Iraq apart, in the heat.
Killed the sick... razed the dead.
Made the whole wide world squawk, "Bush, you misled!"
Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).
Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).
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