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    CIA Man -The Fugs

    Who can kill a general in his bed?
    Overthrow dictators if they're red?
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!

    Who can buy a government so cheap?
    Change a cabinet without a squeak.
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!

    Who can train guerillas by the dozens?
    Send them out to kill their untrained cousins?
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!

    Who can get a budget that's so great?
    Who will be the 51st state?
    Who has got the secretest Service?
    The one that makes the other service nervous?
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!

    Who can take the sugar from it's sack,
    Pour in LSD and put it back?
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!

    Who can mine the harbors a' Nicaragua?
    Out hit all the hitman of Chicagua.
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!

    Who can be so overtly covert?
    Sometimes even covertly overt.
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!

    Whos the agency well known to God?
    The one that copped his staff and copped his rod?
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!
    Fucking-a man!
    CIA Man!
    CIA Man!
    CIA Man!
    CIA Man!
    CIA Man!
    CIA Man!



    The American in Me – The Avengers (1978, San Francisco)

    It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood
    running out of the bullet hole in his head.
    It's the American in me that makes me watch TV
    see on the news, listen what the man said.
    He said

    "Ask not what you can do for your country
    what's your country been doing to you
    Ask not what you can do for your country
    what's your country been doing to your mind?"

    It's the American in me says it an honor to die
    in a war that's just a politicians lie
    It's the American in me that makes me watch TV
    see how they burn the SLA
    They say

    "Ask not what you can do for your country
    what's your country been doing to you
    Ask not what you can do for your country
    what's your country been doing to your mind?"

    In the USA!
    In the USA!
    In the USA!

    It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood
    running out of the bullet hole in his head.
    It's the American in me that never wonders why
    Kennedy was murdered by the FBI



    Bleed for Me - Dead Kennedys (1982, San Francisco)

    You've been hanging 'round
    With an enemy of the state
    Come with me to the building
    That no one stops to watch

    Chorus
    C'mon bleed
    C'mon bleed
    C'mon bleed
    Bleed for me

    We'll strap you to a pipe
    Electrodes on your balls
    C'mon scream
    C'mon writhe
    Face down in a pool of piss

    Chorus

    In the name of world peace
    In the name of world profits
    America pumps up our secret police
    America wants fuel
    To get it, it needs puppets
    So what's ten million dead?
    If it's keeping out the Russians

    We're well trained by the CIA
    With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg
    The Peace Corps builds up the labor camps
    When they think they're building schools

    Ha Ha

    When cowboy Ronnie comes to town
    Forks out his tongue at human rights
    Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal
    Dine on some charbroiled nuns
    Try a medal on
    Smile at the mirror as the cameras click
    and make big business happy—

    Anytime
    Anywhere
    Maybe you'll just disappear
    Last edited by Tracy Riddle; 05-06-2016 at 02:06 PM.

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    “Political Science” – Randy Newman (1972)



    No one likes us-I don't know why
    We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
    But all around, even our old friends put us down
    Let's drop the big one and see what happens

    We give them money-but are they grateful?
    No, they're spiteful and they're hateful
    They don't respect us-so let's surprise them
    We'll drop the big one and pulverize them

    Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
    Africa is far too hot
    And Canada's too cold
    And South America stole our name
    Let's drop the big one
    There'll be no one left to blame us

    We'll save Australia
    Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
    We'll build an All American amusement park there
    They got surfin', too

    Boom goes London and boom Paris
    More room for you and more room for me
    And every city the whole world round
    Will just be another American town
    Oh, how peaceful it will be
    We'll set everybody free
    You'll wear a Japanese kimono babe
    And there'll be Italian shoes for me

    They all hate us anyhow
    So let's drop the big one now
    Let's drop the big one now

    “The Badge Means You Suck” – AK47 (Houston, Texas, 1980)


    Well you think you know what terror is
    As it stares from the newspaper page
    And of course you all know what horror is
    It’s the rage of the age
    Intimidation doesn’t have a focus
    It oozes from every pore
    Murder doesn’t bother to whisper
    In this fucking town it roars

    Bodies awash in back bayous
    Bibles all full of holes
    Kill a captive to capture a criminal
    Badges where there ought to be souls
    Badges where there’s got to be souls
    Badges where there’s not any souls.

    Well, I’d like to be smug and self-righteous
    And talk about courts setting criminals free
    Buy me a nice little home near Conroe
    Where the neighbors are just like me
    But everytime I see the uniform
    I realize I’ve had the luck
    To only read about their latest deeds
    And miss a fascist mind fuck
    Duck when you see ‘em coming
    Cause the badge means you suck.

    A black man just back from Nam
    People thought he was a little bit odd
    Jogged at night to calm his nerves
    Always talking about God
    Well a black man running in the evening
    To a cop is a nigger crook
    They had two loaded revolvers
    Milton had just one book
    But he didn’t have a chance to convert them
    Because they wouldn’t take a second look
    It took 8 shots to stop Milton Glover
    And his goddamn holy book
    Duck when you see ‘em coming
    Cause the badge means you suck.

    Sprinkle bodies with throw down revolvers
    Cover court transcripts with shit
    And if by chance you get found guilty
    You’ll still get away with it
    The men who killed Joe Torres
    Never went to jail
    The sniper who picked off Carl Hampton
    Never paid any bail
    The killers of Milton Glover
    They might be pulling you over tonight
    And if you happen to get shot
    Well I guess you started the fight
    I guess you started the fight
    They said you started the fight

    Bodies awash in back bayous
    Bibles all full of holes
    Kill a captive to capture a criminal
    Badges where there ought to be souls.

    Well there’s too much counterfeit money
    I don’t need to pass no buck
    Gunna coin me a new slogan
    The badge means you suck
    The badge means you’re fucked
    The badge means you suck.

    “Corporate Deathburger” – MDC (Austin, Texas, 1982)


    Ronald laughs as millions starve and profits forever increase
    your stenching farts as they smile they say they try to please
    plastic chairs and fake shakes to help it all go down
    polluting your children with their lies and trying to destroy your mind
    corporate deathburger, Ronald McDonald
    change from your five
    ankles deep in blood
    make it your career
    sell billions every year
    golden arches and Ronald smiles
    Ronald laughs as billions starve and profits forever increase
    feeding all your grain to cows dead children rest in peace
    the stench of humans rotting smells just like fish filet
    your sign neglects to mention 50,000 starved today
    (chorus)
    change from your five
    torture camps for cows
    slaughter and starvation from death corporation
    golden arches and Ronald smiles
    you say you're christian but you're a fake
    multinationals on the take
    starving children deserve a break today

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    Come you masters of war
    You that build all the guns
    You that build the death planes
    You that build all the bombs
    You that hide behind walls
    You that hide behind desks
    I just want you to know
    I can see through your masks.

    You that never done nothin'
    But build to destroy
    You play with my world
    Like it's your little toy
    You put a gun in my hand
    And you hide from my eyes
    And you turn and run farther
    When the fast bullets fly.

    Like Judas of old
    You lie and deceive
    A world war can be won
    You want me to believe
    But I see through your eyes
    And I see through your brain
    Like I see through the water
    That runs down my drain.

    You fasten all the triggers
    For the others to fire
    Then you set back and watch
    When the death count gets higher
    You hide in your mansion'
    As young people's blood
    Flows out of their bodies
    And is buried in the mud.

    You've thrown the worst fear
    That can ever be hurled
    Fear to bring children
    Into the world
    For threatening my baby
    Unborn and unnamed
    You ain't worth the blood
    That runs in your veins.

    How much do I know
    To talk out of turn
    You might say that I'm young
    You might say I'm unlearned
    But there's one thing I know
    Though I'm younger than you
    That even Jesus would never
    Forgive what you do.

    Let me ask you one question
    Is your money that good
    Will it buy you forgiveness
    Do you think that it could
    I think you will find
    When your death takes its toll
    All the money you made
    Will never buy back your soul.

    And I hope that you die
    And your death'll come soon
    I will follow your casket
    In the pale afternoon
    And I'll watch while you're lowered
    Down to your deathbed
    And I'll stand over your grave
    'Til I'm sure that you're dead.


    "I think it would be a good idea." Mahatma Gandhi, when asked what he thought of Western civilization.

    The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to change it.
    Karl Marx.

    "Well, he would, wouldn't he?" Mandy Rice-Davies, 1963, replied Ms Rice Davies when the prosecuting counsel pointed out that Lord Astor denied an affair or having even met her.

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    Why did you try to hurt me?
    I got to know
    Did you really want to kill me
    Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

    Why do we have to fight?
    Why must we fight?
    I have to defend myself
    From attack last night

    I know I am black
    You know you are white
    I'm proud of my black skin
    And you are proud of your white, so

    Why did you try to hurt me?
    Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
    Did you really want to kill me
    Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

    We don't need no British Movement
    Nor the Ku Klux Klan
    Nor the National Front
    It makes me an angry man

    I just want to live in peace
    Why can't you be the same?
    Why should I live in fear?
    This fussing and fighting's insane

    With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
    A Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
    You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
    You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
    We chase you out the dance hall, we chase you through the door
    We chase you out the dance hall, we chase you through the door
    Cos' we can't take no more of this at all
    Cos' we can't take no more of this at all
    With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
    Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
    You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
    Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

    You're too scared to make a speech during the light
    Without a thousand police protecting your rights
    To threaten and abuse, incite or fight
    But who will protect me from you in the night?

    Why did you try to hurt me?
    Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
    Did you really want to kill me
    Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

    With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
    Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
    You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
    Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
    "I think it would be a good idea." Mahatma Gandhi, when asked what he thought of Western civilization.

    The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to change it.
    Karl Marx.

    "Well, he would, wouldn't he?" Mandy Rice-Davies, 1963, replied Ms Rice Davies when the prosecuting counsel pointed out that Lord Astor denied an affair or having even met her.

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    Reagan Youth - New Aryans

    Be proud that you're a white american!
    Blond hair, bule eyes - a fine new aryan?
    Supremacy's the white man's burden?

    A final solution for all new aryans...
    Death to the nazis and the ku klux klan!
    Anarchy in the fatherland!

    Anarchy for all new aryans
    No master race is gonna rule my land!

    New order?
    No order!
    Disorder! ...Now!
    "I think it would be a good idea." Mahatma Gandhi, when asked what he thought of Western civilization.

    The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to change it.
    Karl Marx.

    "Well, he would, wouldn't he?" Mandy Rice-Davies, 1963, replied Ms Rice Davies when the prosecuting counsel pointed out that Lord Astor denied an affair or having even met her.

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    Thou Shalt Not Steal

    In 1788 down Sydney Cove
    The first boat-people land
    Said sorry boys our gain’s your loss
    We gonna steal your land
    And if you break our new British laws
    For sure you’re gonna hang
    Or work your life like convicts
    With chains on your neck and hands

    CHORUS
    They taught us
    Oh Oh Black woman thou shalt not steal
    Oh Oh Black man thou shalt not steal
    We’re gonna civilize
    Your Black barbaric lives
    And teach you how to kneel
    But your history couldn’t hide
    The genocide
    The hypocrisy to us was real
    ’cause your Jesus said
    you’re supposed to give the oppressed
    a better deal
    We say to you yes whiteman thou shalt not steal
    Oh ya our land you’d better heal

    Your science and technology Hey you can make a nuclear bomb
    Development has increased the size to 3,000,000 megatons
    But if you think that’s progress
    I suggest your reasoning is unsound
    You shoulda found out long ago
    You best keep it in the ground

    Job and me and Jesus sittin’
    Underneath the Indooroopilly bridge
    Watchin’ that blazin’ sun go down
    Behind the tall tree’d mountain ridge
    The land’s our heritage and spirit
    Here the rightful culture’s Black
    and we sittin’ here just wonderin’
    When we get the land back

    You talk of conservation
    Keep the forest pristine green
    Yet in 200 years your materialism
    Has stripped the forests clean
    A racist’s a contradiction
    That’s understood by none
    Mostly their left hand hold a bible
    Their right hand holds a gun
    "I think it would be a good idea." Mahatma Gandhi, when asked what he thought of Western civilization.

    The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to change it.
    Karl Marx.

    "Well, he would, wouldn't he?" Mandy Rice-Davies, 1963, replied Ms Rice Davies when the prosecuting counsel pointed out that Lord Astor denied an affair or having even met her.

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    This story's right, this story's true
    I would not tell lies to you
    Like the promises they did not keep
    And how they fenced us in like sheep.
    Said to us come take our hand
    Sent us off to mission land.
    Taught us to read, to write and pray
    Then they took the children away,
    Took the children away,
    The children away.
    Snatched from their mother's breast
    Said this is for the best
    Took them away.

    The welfare and the policeman
    Said you've got to understand
    We'll give them what you can't give
    Teach them how to really live.
    Teach them how to live they said
    Humiliated them instead
    Taught them that and taught them this
    And others taught them prejudice.
    You took the children away
    The children away
    Breaking their mothers heart
    Tearing us all apart
    Took them away

    One dark day on Framingham
    Come and didn't give a damn
    My mother cried go get their dad
    He came running, fighting mad
    Mother's tears were falling down
    Dad shaped up and stood his ground.
    He said 'You touch my kids and you fight me'
    And they took us from our family.
    Took us away
    They took us away
    Snatched from our mother's breast
    Said this was for the best
    Took us away.

    Told us what to do and say
    Told us all the white man's ways
    Then they split us up again
    And gave us gifts to ease the pain
    Sent us off to foster homes
    As we grew up we felt alone
    Cause we were acting white
    Yet feeling black

    One sweet day all the children came back
    The children come back
    The children come back
    Back where their hearts grow strong
    Back where they all belong
    The children came back
    Said the children come back
    The children come back
    Back where they understand
    Back to their mother's land
    The children come back

    Back to their mother
    Back to their father
    Back to their sister
    Back to their brother
    Back to their people
    Back to their land
    All the children come back
    The children come back
    The children come back
    Yes I came back.

    All about Archie Roach: http://www.musictory.com/music/Archie+Roach
    "I think it would be a good idea." Mahatma Gandhi, when asked what he thought of Western civilization.

    The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to change it.
    Karl Marx.

    "Well, he would, wouldn't he?" Mandy Rice-Davies, 1963, replied Ms Rice Davies when the prosecuting counsel pointed out that Lord Astor denied an affair or having even met her.

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    Top fave Dylan lyric the one Columbia made him change:


    "Mama's in the fact'ry
    She ain't got no shoes
    Daddy's in the alley
    He's lookin' for the fuse
    I'm in the kitchen
    With the tombstone blues."


    They got him to change "the fuse" to "food."

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    They got him to change more than words along the way. IMHO.
    "I think it would be a good idea." Mahatma Gandhi, when asked what he thought of Western civilization.

    The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to change it.
    Karl Marx.

    "Well, he would, wouldn't he?" Mandy Rice-Davies, 1963, replied Ms Rice Davies when the prosecuting counsel pointed out that Lord Astor denied an affair or having even met her.

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    CAPITALISM GONE MAD
    By Mighty Sparrow

    You got to be a millionaire or some kind of petit-bourgeoisie
    Any time you living here in this country
    You got to be in skullduggery, making your money illicitly
    To live like somebody in this country
    It's outrageous and insane, them crazy prices in Port of Spain
    And like the merchants going out dey brain
    And the working man, like he only toiling in vain.

    Chorus:
    Where you ever hear, a television for seven thousand
    Quarter million for lil piece of land
    A pair of sneakers - two hundred dollars
    Eighty, ninety thousand for motor cars
    At last here in Trinidad, we see capitalism gone mad
    It's sad and getting more bad because, doudou, capitalism gone mad!

    To provide for your family today on your present salary
    Is an impossibility in this country
    So many bills to pay, there is no conceivable way
    To save for a rainy day in this country
    Avariciousness to be precise, is why every damn thing so overpriced
    Big business making everybody feel
    Government give them an open license to steal.

    Chorus:
    Would you believe me, one nylon panty is nineteen ninety
    Twenty dollars for some baby milk
    The cheapest jersey cost over sixty
    Two hundred and change a yard for silk
    It hard here in Trinidad, lord have mercy, capitalism gone mad
    It's sad, things getting more bad, oh lord, capitalism gone mad!

    To buy a pack of cigarette does leave you with a hole in your wallet
    And money is so hard to get in this country
    Necessity or luxuries, it doesn't matter what the item is
    They charging anything they please in this country
    Primary school books prices lewd
    Is highway robbery, the price of food
    All hopes and dreams elude the poor man
    But politicians still expect good work attitude.

    Chorus:

    Just imagine this, the cheapest coffin over three thousand
    Not even dying today easy
    Thousands of dollars for the undertakers
    So you could get a spot in the cemetery
    It hard here in Trinidad, oh lord, capitalism gone mad
    The gladness that once we had is gone because capitalism gone mad!

    You got to have heavy contact, know how to move up in society
    To make any kind of impact in this country
    You got to know how to gyp the field
    How to scheme and swindle properly
    Perfect the art of wheel and deal in this country
    I say, survival in this land isn't easy for no man
    With unemployment and high inflation
    Some of we go dead before the end of this recession.

    Chorus:
    Wey de hell is dis, a Mango Julie costing three fifty
    Forty dollars for one watermelon
    Half your salary for fish, meat and poultry
    Time you buy greens all your money done.
    It hard here in Trinidad, lord, have mercy, capitalism gone mad
    It sad and getting more hard, put a hand, lord, capitalism gone mad!
    "I think it would be a good idea." Mahatma Gandhi, when asked what he thought of Western civilization.

    The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to change it.
    Karl Marx.

    "Well, he would, wouldn't he?" Mandy Rice-Davies, 1963, replied Ms Rice Davies when the prosecuting counsel pointed out that Lord Astor denied an affair or having even met her.

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