The Dali Thundering Concept - Prolegomena | Текст песни

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Year 1789, I ain’t Robespierre.
Year 1840, I ain’t Guy Fawkes.
Year 1905, I ain’t Lenin.
Year 1968, I ain’t Pol Pot.
I am nothing like these men, I haven’t dedicated my life for nations,
I stay here still face to all of this; I have took no fucking risk in the name of ideals
Let’s pull this straight before it begins,
I am no hippie, no anarchist,
No hypocrite, no hairy fucking terrorist,
No propaganda will spoil my fucking mouth, we’ve been fucked for far too long
And don’t say I’m fucking wrong no don’t.
Cause if I was we’d all be in our dreams.
This is a wake up fucking call.