...And Out Comes The N-Bomb!

...And Out Comes The N-Bomb!

Leftover Crack
(album: Fuck World Trade)

Bombs and Bullets Have No Heart
They Only Tear Your Flesh Apart
To live Inside A Battle Zone
The Sins Of Man Can Find A Home
And Home Is Where The Hate Begins
It Doesn´t Count Unless It Wins
The Corporate Pigs Keep Getting Fat
And Number One Is Where It´s At
There Is No Room For Number Two
Just Stare Into Your T.V. Set
The Cogs Of Industry Grind On
The Lie, The Snitch, the Teacher´s Pet
The Cop-Callers Make Up The Glue
And Soon They´ll Set There Sights On You
Without The Fear In Which We Drown
Injustice Might Not Keep Us Down

If Your Neighbors Keep You Up At Night
Then Talk To ´Em, Don´t Start A Fight
Don´t Be So Quick To Call Police
for It´s Just The Fascist Cogs You Grease
Why Can´t We Try To Make The Best?
The Rest Can Go and Die, We Don´t
Want Lies To Educate The Hate
The Rest Can Choke On Fate and Apple Pie

So With The Choice you Make
Your Wal-Mart Life Becomes A Fake
The Plastic Crasstic Sick Facade
Becomes Your Ever-Loving God
Diversion Fuels This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television
And We Become A Mindless Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most
And All These Unjust Laws and Codes
When Freedom Rots, The Soul Erods
And A Microscopic Brain Incision
Hooks You To Your Television
A Branded Car, A Branded Wife
A Branded Home and A Branded Life
to Wash and Clean A Spotless Day
And Pills To Clean Your Thoughts Away
A Sterile, Gated Hateful Place
Where Cleanest, Whitest Wins The Race
And All Those Who Don´t Fit The Mold
Can Starve and Die Out In The Cold
Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television
And We Become A Mindless Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most
Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision