have no respect for my opinion well at least i think for myself i`m not brainwashed you're always complaining about something you act so goddamn tough but all
Everyday i listened to you and nothing's ever good enough you're always complaining about something you act so goddamn tough but all you ever do is let
Preklad: Against All úradu. Sloboda.
keep it type raw, and know exactly what we fight for When the nightfall come, we in the right war Cats who spill blood for a cause, not just because Defy the authority
cry, until I seen a man die But he was tryin to do me so I had to make that man fly Will the authorities understand self-defense All they give a damn
suppression on the publics right to life. freedom of speach, yes, but for the biggoted minority. the ones who think they're paragons, dictators of authority
light with all the earth we will sing You are the author of love, our freedom is in Your name Embracing the cross there for us, brought us to life again
to the valley of the shadow of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together Because
Where the fuck's my freedom? Uncle sam says not today. Thats the price you pay Living in the U.S.A.
these barricades. Our solidarity... Barricades! Barricades! My thoughts are the enemy behind these barricades. You just want to hurt me, I just want to be heard. Killing freedom
the dogs, they called us thieves They stripped our van to the cold concrete We made it to the show and didn't miss a beat Will follow you and its unfortunate And freedom
man with a broken dream to And speak out against a useless fight in Vietnam then the business man said We can't have you interrupting our plan to Kill all
"Long live anarchy!" were Sacco's last words Their cries of freedom were supressed and they were never heard Guilty only of their beliefs, and their foreign
[Spoken] You're free and freedom is beautiful, And uh you know it will take time to Restore chaos and order, but we, but we will Chaos and order will
You know all the cool places where all the punks hang out All those same old places that I don't give a shit about There's so many people just following
all the people on the street are on fire they're fucking sick and tired of you we've heard it all before give us your tired, your weak and your poor huddled
where the fuck's my freedom? uncle sam says not today. that's the price you pay living in the u.s.a.
times, Through Nixon and through Bush, Do you remember '36? We went our seperate ways. You fought for Stalin. I fought for freedom. You believe in authority
