...and Out Comes The N-Bomb! - Leftöver Crack

from the bullies have no heart

the only thing it tears apart

to live inside a battle zone

a simple man can’t find a home

home is where the hate begins

it doesn’t count unless it wins

corporate pigs keep getting fat

and number one is where it’s at

to sit on roof on number two

stare into your tv set

the cogs of industry grind on

something something something bet

the cop collar make up tha blue

soon as they set their sites on you

without the fear in which we drown

injustice might not keep us down

Do the neighbors keep you up at night?

Then talk to 'em;

don’t start a fight

don’t be so quick to call police

for it’s just a fascist cop you bring

why can’t we try to make the best

the rest can go and die

we don’t want lies that educate the hate

the rest can choke on fate and apple pie

so with the choice you make

your something life becomes the fate

the plastic something something facade

something and zero vision

war and lies on television

we’ve become a mindless ghost

frigid pathetic something ghost

Now there’s unjust laws and code

when freedom rots the soul erodes

with microscopic brain incisions

Hooking you to your television

brand new car, a brand new wife

a brand new home and a brand new life

to wash and clean this violent day

a bill clean your thoughts away

some something able place

red and white it wins the race

and all those that don’t fit the mold

can starve and die out in the cold

something and zero vision

war and lies on television

we’ve become a mindless ghost

frigid pathetic something ghost