歌曲 | Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes |
歌手 | Propagandhi |
专辑 | Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes |
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作词 : Propagandi | |
The tangled webs they weave span from pine to ruby ridge, way back from shay's defeat on up to gustafsen (now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads and commissars and pricks to drown out this fainte | |
Reat of commie faggot heretics). conclusion:the nail that sticks up gets hammered down and the master's finest tools are found slack-jawed and placid amidst the cacophony of screaming billboard | |
Disney-fied history. sometimes the ties that bind are strange:no justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked hampton, weaver or anna-mae where federal bureaus and fraternal orders have cast | |
Shadows; permanent features built into these borders. but undercover of the customary gap we find between history and truth, the founding fathers bask in the rocket's blinding red glare. the bo | |
Ursting in air. one nation. indivisible? the truth is when the back-country learned of ratification the people had a coffin painted black and solemnly borne in funeral procession, they buried it | |
In the earth as an emblem of | |
The dissolution and internment of their publick liberty. someday, somewhere, today's empires are tomorrow's ashes. |
zuo ci : Propagandi | |
The tangled webs they weave span from pine to ruby ridge, way back from shay' s defeat on up to gustafsen now cue the ass parade of dittoheads and commissars and pricks to drown out this fainte | |
Reat of commie faggot heretics. conclusion: the nail that sticks up gets hammered down and the master' s finest tools are found slackjawed and placid amidst the cacophony of screaming billboard | |
Disneyfied history. sometimes the ties that bind are strange: no justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked hampton, weaver or annamae where federal bureaus and fraternal orders have cast | |
Shadows permanent features built into these borders. but undercover of the customary gap we find between history and truth, the founding fathers bask in the rocket' s blinding red glare. the bo | |
Ursting in air. one nation. indivisible? the truth is when the backcountry learned of ratification the people had a coffin painted black and solemnly borne in funeral procession, they buried it | |
In the earth as an emblem of | |
The dissolution and internment of their publick liberty. someday, somewhere, today' s empires are tomorrow' s ashes. |
zuò cí : Propagandi | |
The tangled webs they weave span from pine to ruby ridge, way back from shay' s defeat on up to gustafsen now cue the ass parade of dittoheads and commissars and pricks to drown out this fainte | |
Reat of commie faggot heretics. conclusion: the nail that sticks up gets hammered down and the master' s finest tools are found slackjawed and placid amidst the cacophony of screaming billboard | |
Disneyfied history. sometimes the ties that bind are strange: no justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked hampton, weaver or annamae where federal bureaus and fraternal orders have cast | |
Shadows permanent features built into these borders. but undercover of the customary gap we find between history and truth, the founding fathers bask in the rocket' s blinding red glare. the bo | |
Ursting in air. one nation. indivisible? the truth is when the backcountry learned of ratification the people had a coffin painted black and solemnly borne in funeral procession, they buried it | |
In the earth as an emblem of | |
The dissolution and internment of their publick liberty. someday, somewhere, today' s empires are tomorrow' s ashes. |