Mr. Blond - Anti-Flag acoustic medley | Текст песни

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"Rank-N-File"

I'm standing with the rank-n-file,
I'm marching with the underground
Our black hearts worn on our sleeves!

Let my imagination go and drop me where
i feel most scared.

The Economy Is Suffering, Let It Die

Do you want to live your life as a slave?
In chains from the cradle to the grave.
The economy is suffering, let it die...

"I'd Tell You But..."

Your invasion was a crime
Your righteous explanations - lies
Kicking in our doors, raids at night
Won't win you hearts, you've lost your minds.
Your killing of my family
Did not make a fan out of me
If this is what your freedom reaps
Keep it for your United States.
I'd tell you all these things but I can't speak because...

I'm dead, I'm dead
my life is life no more
I'm dead, I'm dead
your bullets cut into my flesh
Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh

"Turncoat"

States lies dressed up as evening news
We're tired of lies we want the truth
Brodcast by corpses courting you
We're tired of lies we want the truth
Most people they will never know
We're tired of lies we want the truth
With your or against you?
Then I am against you because you're a...

TURNCOAT! KILLER! LIAR! THEIF!

"No Future"

no future we are taught from the day we're born
a generation apathetic the youth are told
your future is not to be forced on the world
the salad days of revolution are inborn

we will break, we will break, we will break free

everything that i see
there is no future for me
everything that i read
there is no future for me, for me, for me

"Hymn For The Dead"

The sun sets, the light fades
The blood red on an empty street
It's not night, it's not day
It's no more, for an unfortunate soul who
Witnessed his life violently erased,
From the horror of the human race
Bright futures exchanged for profit, living half alive

Sing a hymn for the dead
Because in death as in life
we are one in the same
Sing a hymn for the world
To avert eugenic errors, go!

"Broken Bones"

Wake up wondering: “How’ did I get here?”
Then cross my heart and say a fuckin’ prayer.
Ecstasy, tears, bravery, fears,

This boat may float, but it don’t steer.

Broken bones and broken glass ,
Broken hearts and broken heads.
Livin’ the life.

"Good And Ready"

You'll get yours when you're good and ready
You'll get yours and go straight to hell
And when that day comes
You can be good and sure
The day belongs to us

The sign said: "detour"
So I did
And I found myself in a wonderful place
Fields of green
When the wind blows cold
The kind of place one could grow old

"Cities Burn"

Woah oh Woah oh
Woah oh Woah oh

I woke up sweat soaked in the morning
I was mourning freedom buried deep.
Mourning freedom buried deep.
In tickers and broadcasts through power lines.
Freedom buried in sound bites, buried in headlines

And we sing
Woah oh Woah oh
Woah oh Woah oh

"That's Youth"

We were just hanging on the corner
After skating for a few
We were just killing time
Looking for something new

Then someone came 'long with a guitar
And we just started to play
And we sang Clash songs and the songs
Of our lives until late into the night

That's youth, that's all
That's all, that's all, that's all
That's youth, that's all
That's all, that's all, that's all

"Underground Network"

Underground Network - Alternative Communication
Underground Network - Alternative Communication
Corporate media can't keep us
Beat down! Brainwashed! Enslaved!
Cause of our...
Underground Network - Alternative Communication
They try to blind us but we...
Stand up and fight! Stand up and fight!
They try to keep us ignorant but we...
Stand up and fight! Stand up and fight!
They want to take our rights away so...
Stand up and Fight! Stand up and fight!
Stand up and Fight! FIGHT!

"Angry, Young And Poor"

She never even had a chance,
mental, sexual, physical violence
not once she heard an encouraging word,
just the phrase, "you better shut up!" and "you're going nowhere!"
her sad stories,
all left untold
so her life became something,
so out of control...

Angry, young and poor!
Angry, young and pissed!
Angry no one cares!

don't know where to turn
don't know what to do...

Angry, young and poor!
Angry, young and pissed!
Angry no one cares!

"Sodom, Gomorrah, Washington D.C."

Nailed to the cross, dead for collective sin.
We decide where, why, who, and when.
Build our bibles to ONLY include the things
we believe to be divine and true.
This is our right.
This is our life.
Everyone homogenized.
Sodom, Gomorrah, Washington D.C.
Smited into oblivion with blood, wrath, and disease.
Sheep in shepherd's clothing.

"The Press Corpse"

Fires fueled on endless lies
Black shrouds coat desert skies
A nation's viewpoint blurred and led
As embeds report what they're fed

We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...

(We don't want to talk about it...)
We don't, don't want to, we don't wanna talk about it
(We don't want to...)
We don't, don't want to, we don't wanna talk

They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute

"Wake Up!"

If I had a lighter in hands
With some oily rags
Is that what it'd take
To wake you from your sleep?
Woke up from your American dreams
To be surrounded
Surrounded in flames!

You got to SCREAM
TO MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD!
AND I WON'T STOP SCREAMING
UNTIL MINE IS HEARD!
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
To the world around you
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
To the world around you
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
To the world around you
Wake Up!
Wake Up!

"Rank-N-File"

Left my birthplace for foreign streets to strange places, new faces I flew.
Shoeless kids stood on the corner,
their eyes they were transfixed on you.

So I'm standing with the rank-n-file,
I'm marching with the underground,
ohhh my black heart worn on my sleeve.
I'm standing with the rank-n-file,
I'm marching with the underground,
with our black hearts worn on our sleeves, ALRIGHT!

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