Song lyrics game! (Rebellious, angry, songs)

[stpalm]

postlyrics that rile you up and make you want to break stuff... but are smart

sorry about the caps- post your lyrics, and then rate the lyrics of the poster above you (be sure to say who you are replying to!)

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Dillinger Four- The Great American Going Out Of Business Sale


WE WERE RAISED TO BE JUST WHAT WE ARE IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW
IF I OFFERED UP TO YOU SOME PROOF WOULD YOU LET YOUR ANGER SHOW
OR WOULD YOU LET YOUR MIND TO SLEEP KEPT WARM BY SIMPLE NOVELTIES
A HISTORY THAT'S REALLY NOT YOUR OWN
IS FREEDOM JUST THE PRIVILEGE OF HATRED GUARANTEED
IS COMPASSION JUST A SECOND THOUGH OF HOPE BROUGHT TO IT'S KNEES
CAN DIGNITY SEE FIT TO WORK PAST ALL IT DOESN'T WANT TO SEE?

SEVEN GUNS FOR DEGRADATION
THREE CHEERS FOR CRUEL TRADITION
RED, WHITE, AND BLACK EYES FOREVER

SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF RESPECT TONIGHT
THIS TENSION'S WRAPPED UP NICE AND TIGHT
THE STATIC'S FELT BUT NEVER MAKES A SOUND
A MAN FINDS NOTHING LEFT TO EAT
ANOTHER SELLS HIS BODY FOR A PLACE TO SLEEP
AS KLANSMEN FLOOD A CONFERENCE HALL DOWNTOWN
THIS TV. HAS THE ANSWERS, LET FASHION HAVE YOUR EYES
THIS JOB IS YOUR ACHIEVEMENT, THIS BIBLE YOUR PRIDE
CAN DIGNITY SEE FIT TO TRY AND FIX WHAT IT KNOWS FEAR CAN'T HIDE

SEVEN GUNS FOR DEGRADATION
THREE CHEERS FOR CRUEL TRADITION
RED, WHITE, AND BLACK EYES FOREVER

I THINK OF A STORY MY FATHER TOLD ME ABOUT A FELLA HE KNEW IN THE ARMY
THE PENTAGON TRADED HIM A CHECK FOR BOTH HIS LEGS
"FUCK THE STATES" WAS THE LAST THING MY FATHER HEARD HE HAD SAID
STILL IT'S SAID THAT THE WAR WAS WON
WELL I REFUSE TO BE JUST ANOTHER DEAD NATION'S BASTARD SON

I HAVE EYES THAT SEE, I HAVE A MIND THAT THINKS
I HAVE A MOUTH THAT SPEAKS, AND GOD DAMN IT WILL
BECAUSE I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF ALL THIS SHIT ABOUT
"MAKING DO" "PLAYING BALL" "THE WAY THINGS WERE" AND” DEALING WITH IT"
MIXING POP AND POLITICS HE ASKS ME WHAT THE USE IS
I'M NOT INTO MAKING EXCUSES
AND I'LL DIE THE DAY I’M FIND THEM FUCKING USELESS
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[katinmn]

1. I Wouldn't Wanna Be Like You

I Wouldn't Wanna Be Like You
Alan Parsons Project

If I had a mind to, I wouldn't wanna be like you
And if I had time to, I wouldn't wanna talk to you
Oh, I don't care what you do, I wouldn't wanna be like you
If I was high class I wouldn't need a buck to pass
And if I was a fall guy I wouldn't need no alibi
Oh, I don't care what you do, I wouldn't wanna be like you

LEAD BREAK
Back on the bottom line diggin' for a lousy time
If I hit a mother lode I'd cover anything that showed
Oh I don't care what you do, I wouldn't wanna be like you
Oh I don't care what you do, I wouldn't wanna
I wouldn't wanna be like you, I wouldn't wanna be like you...

[Darth_Kitten]

2. Have you ever been mellow?

Have you ever tried? :evilgrin:

[jus_the_facts]

3. EYE OF THE BEHOLDER ~ METALLICA

Do you see what I see?
Truth is an offence
Your silence for your confidence

Do you hear what I hear?
Doors are slamming shut
Limit your imagination, keep you where they must

Do you feel what I feel?
Bittering distress
Who decides what you express

Do you take what I take?
Endurance is the word
Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd

Doesn’t matter what you see?
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it’s done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Choice is mad for you my friend
Freedom of speech
Speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception

Do you fear what I fear?
Living properly
Truths to you are lies to me

Do you choose what I choose?
More alternives
Energy derives from both the plus and negative

Do you need what I need?
Boundaries overthrown
Look inside to each his own

Do you trust what I trust?
Me, myself and i
Penetrate the smoke screen I see through the selfishlie

Doesn’t matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it’s done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Choice is mad for you my friend
Freedom of speech
Speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception

Do you know what I know?
Your money end your wealth
Your silence just to hear your self

Do you want what I want?
Desire not a thing
I hunger after independence lengthen freedom’s ring

Doesn’t matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it’s done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Choice is mad for you my friend
Freedom of speech
Speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception

Doesn’t matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it’s done just how I say

[katinmn]

4. I'm The Slime (the stuff oozing out of your TV set)

I'm The Slime
by Frank Zappa

I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed 'n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin' out
From your TV set

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't got for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That's right, folks..
Don't touch that dial

Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin' along on your livin'room floor

I am the slime from your video
Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go

[Monkie]

5. the international - written in 1871 in paris fitting for today in the usa

Arise ye workers from your slumbers

Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old tradition
And spurn the dust to win the prize.

So comrades, come rally

And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.

no more deluded by reaction

On tyrants only we'll make war
The soldiers too will take strike action
They'll break ranks and fight no more
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.

No saviour from on high delivers

No faith have we in prince or peer
Our own right hand the chains must shiver
Chains of hatred, greed and fear
E'er the thieves will out with their booty
And give to all a happier lot.
Each at the forge must do their duty
And we'll strike while the iron is hot.

written by Eugene Pottier a transport worker during the first workers revolution in 1871

[NurseLefty]

6. Dead Kennedys - "We've Got A Bigger Problem Now"

"We've Got A Bigger Problem Now"

Last call for alcohol.
Last call for your freedom of speech.
Drink up. Happy hour is now enforced by law.
Don't forget our house special, it's called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver.
It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid,
and a jigger of formaldehyde
from the jar with Hitler's brain in it we got in the back storeroom.
Happy trails to you. Happy trails to you.

I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with fascist cravings
Still, you made me president

Human rights will soon go 'way
I am now your Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you're going to pray in school
I'll make sure they're Christian too

California Uber alles
Uber alles California

Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Nigger knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face

You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Alexander Haig is near
Vietnam won't come back you say
Join the army or you will pay

California Uber alles
Uber alles California

Yeah, that's it. Just relax.
Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG.
Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV.
Lock your doors. Close your mind.
It's time for the two-minute warning.

Welcome to 1984
Are you ready for the third world war?!?
You too will meet the secret police
They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece

You'll go quitely to boot camp
They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don't you worry, it's for a cause
Feeding global corporations' claws

Die on our brand new poison gas
El Salvador or Afghanistan
Making money for President Reagan
And all the friends of President Reagan

California Uber alles
Uber alles California


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Note: With all due respect to Jello Biafra - I've taken the liberty to update:

"We've Got A Bigger Problem Now" (NurseLefty Version)

Last call for alcohol.
Last call for your freedom of speech.
Drink up. Happy hour is now enforced by law.
Don't forget our house special, it's called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver.
It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid,
and a jigger of formaldehyde
from the jar with Hitler's brain in it we got in the back storeroom.
Happy trails to you. Happy trails to you.

I am Emperor George W. Bush
Born again with fascist cravings
Still, you made me president (well, no you didn't, really)

Human rights will soon go 'way
I am now your King today
Now I command all of you
Now you're going to pray in school
I'll make sure they're Christian too

Texas Uber alles
Uber alles Texas

Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Arab knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face

You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Donald Rumsfeld is near
Iraq won't get bigger you say
Join the army or you will pay

Texas Uber alles
Uber alles Texas

Yeah, that's it. Just relax.
Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG.
Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV.
Lock your doors. Close your mind.
It's time for the two-minute warning.

Welcome to 2004
Are you ready for the fourth world war?!?
You too will meet the secret police
They'll backdoor draft you and they'll jail your niece

You'll go quitely to boot camp
They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don't you worry, it's for a cause
Feeding global corporations' claws

Die on our brand new poison gas
Fallujah or Afghanistan
Making money for President Bush
And all the friends of President Bush
Texas Uber alles
Uber alles Texas

[liberaltrucker]

7. Showing my age

"Ohio" by Crosby, Stills and Nash.

Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio.

[Bok_Tukalo]

8. Devo (can I say show my age now?)

we're through being cool
eliminate the ninnies and the twits
going to bang some heads
going to beat some butts
time to show those evil spuds what's what
if you live in a small town
you might meet a dozen or two
young alien types who step out
and dare to declare
spank the pank who try to drive you nuts
time to clean some house
be a man or a mouse
waste those who make it tuff to get around
if you live in a big place
many factions underground
chase down mister hinky dink
so no trace can be found
put the tape on erase
rearrange a face
we always liked picasso anyway
mash 'em