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this country ain't nothin but a company's dream a couple hundred thousand workers that's all that they see our hands on our tools, money writing the rules from the sweatshop prisons to the cops in the schools got the middle class livin like it's gonna last workin longer, harder hours for less & less cash got the media spins, republi-crat twins got the war profiteering for good executive friends got the heroin runnin through the veins of the poor got the ghettos locked down paying blood for the war got the city's decay, the dealers to pay and the death squads working for the cia you got a million new jobs inside a thousand new jails outsourcing the unions, profit dipin in the scales you got a brainwashed youth, a trumped up truth and snipers aiming rifles on the factory roof you got a 30 min speech full of ooo's and ahh's got the cops armed tough out there breakin the laws you got the front row seat to your own defeat you got the tear gas canisters fillin the street you got the laws all written for the rich and the white trick the rest of those fools into the army to fight in a dead end game, each war the same you got a land and a people and a market to claim Songtexteyou got a woman beaten down everywhere that you look in the courts, in the jails, in the schools and the books got the the tv set, sexisms on it you got a country full of men taught to fall for that shit yeah and i do too, i'm not blaming you but i'm trying to unlearn what they said was true yeah and i need help, i'm not afraid to say it it's a subliminal tool sometimes it's hard to see it you got a job in an office, you got your own room got the pen and the paper and a drive to consume got the suit pressed in, got to insist you win and the raise to replace true ambition you're gonna move up the ladder at the company's speed gotta learn to dance quick for the company's greed gotta justify every step that you can with your eyes closed tight and your head in the sand you gotta fight the desire to fight the police you gotta fight your heart and your every belief you gotta trust the leader, whatever he says with the flag held high, yeah...you're already dead you already gave up if you took their advice if you played their game, you payed their price you're gone gone gone, yeah there's no comin back unless you realize your potential, raise your fist and react if we look to each other and to ourselves and ignore the phoney remedies they stock on the shelves we can undermind the greed on which the system depends in hopes to build a new world based on lovers & friends we gotta build at the bottom what we want at the top we gotta work together if we want this to stop from the thick grass roots to the top of the tree i aim for peace and justice and anarchy i want peace and justice an anarchy (x4) Aus Songtexte Mania