Texty:
A Global Threat A Global Threat

we're gonna fight it till the end and we won't be beat down again your culture's fed into our veins, your preaching tyranny and hate to follow in your

feed you what you think, you need to grow in the meantime, washington's concerned with overseas establishing (through corporate interest) foreigh policies get off the bus, walk through the door, a

the juke box to complain about the songs you used to be supportive now you're telling us we're wrong but nothing's really changed, we're still a bunch

texas, fucking bastards dragged a black man with a truck as his body smashed and splattered they didn't give a fuck i wouldn't give a fuck if a bullet

at the park boom-box blast and shattered glass sound out in the dark then someone's gotta start punching out and closing up we'll hang out just for a

follow a religion, others question what it's worth frustrated by the outcome, but never say a word talk about the causes, but never say a word we all

im supposed to prove myself you've been here and there and i don't care but with any response i draw a stare not gonna feel like your lab rat in a rut

company shirt rotting in a cubical thats 5x4 i can't stand this fucking job anymore a mindless puppet staring at the screen so all this is the american dream a

society and plague it with their lies conmen in disguise don't care about conditions, there's a slum here for a price sign on the line right here because