Children play with matches start a fire(x2), Don't ever do what you're told, The old are just old, Children play with matches start a fire. Children
history factory never close. You can build an army of this rabble yet. You can make a nation from the ashes of the dead. Tell them a story: god blood and glory, brew
Forgive me master if I hear No rhyme in your glory old As it was sung in the days of your Now we sing our own You see I got this dream Of turning grey
It could have been just like any other day. If not for the drug raids. They seemed so normal as they were cuffed and hauled away. Who could have thought
Thanks Bastards! Thank you Mr. Officer Grey for all the things you said to me, for all the good that you have ever done. Without you you, what would
How Did I Get Out Alive? Down where the dullers roll, how do you keep a match lit in this hole? up where the idiots lead, scattering seeds where we all
a sound of someone singing I got an invitation once to liberty They had a mischief brew but, no goblets were used Besting rum or porter ?tis a liquor never brewed
Hehuh, waste away waste away. We are bouncing and dancing as you sing your lullaby, Shouting ?move? when you say ?stay?. The tune of your flute
Never sing no surrender When you?ve just learn to crawl It?s all bravery knowin? When to fly and to fall But down here by the ocean Things just don?t
Listens to the fifens, they're marchin through the square, stencil flags of insurrection dancin' through the air. Read the rants of a Thomas Paine, of
No more songs against the war Too many already and I don't want to sing them anymore It's f-u-c-k, 1 2 3 4 Hey Joe, where can I go with two cents in my
in our living rooms gates round our names give us a face to join up and hate keep tiny town pure and sane behind these bolts theres a brewing revolt
So I got a stack of tapes, Got a name and maybe date, They're gonna be worth Something someday That is if I pop that song, Just about three minutes
Beware, the tide's a'rising in the city of brotherly love. The blood red lights were a'flashin as the cellars rose up in a flood. And as they dragged
Gave you a field, you call it a farm Made you a shackle, then found an arm Build a machine to watch it rust Fill your bellies full of dust Burn and crush
me When I run into my old friends still drinkin' from that cup I never stay too long as I've been tempted I say you know drink the devils brew, you
You know I never could fall asleep on a train All the time dreaming about moving away Finally awake, I wonder What if I pulled the emergency brake...?
what's a city, with no underground? Yeah, yeah, yeah's. No underground. To wander through a Venetian maze. When the devil mocks the streets of New Orleans. But the Devil's Brew
