| 歌曲 | Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes |
| 歌手 | Propagandhi |
| 专辑 | Live From Occupied Territory |
| 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. |
| 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. |