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Red shield
Before their education was done.The merchant bankers taught their sons control the money and the people follow rank and file.
A sign on the door was hung.A red shield within a hexagon.they spread through Europe under the name De Rothschild
Chorus
All nations bow down
Before the Red shield
A long list of crimes the
Building blocks to a dynasty.All nations bow down before the almighty Red shield we're all living beneath Lord Rothschild 's decree.
Word of Napoleon's fall got to Nathan Rothschild before all when his agents were the first to ride into dear old London town.spoiled rotten the economy spreading rumors of a French victory while he fleeced the bank of England for pennies on the pound chorus
They profit off all war
Signing deals behind closed doors but it's never mentioned in Newsweek our your Vice magazine.they just place their figure head as we feed of the credit that we're fed and no one knows who's running the show right behind the scenes chorus
There ain't no free men in a credit society X 4
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These days we're loosing touch of what we need the most,
we used to only need our friends and all the beers we could afford.
We thought we were unstoppable (unstoppable)
But we couldn't of been more wrong,
And now some of our best are long gone.
This one's for Mike, this ones for Callin, this one's for Chompy.
And all the friends we know we lost too soon.
Even though your gone I know you're here yeah you're inside of me.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
I'd be lying if I said that it didn't tare me apart,
to hear all the old stories of all the bullshit that we've done.
And I can't think of another thing that I'd rather be doing right now,
then have myself a whiskey drink with all my friends now in the ground.
Now I'm here writing rest in peace in the bathroom stall (like it's nothing at all)
Now I'm here writing rest in peace in the bathroom stall.
This one's for Mike, This one's for Callin, this one's for Chompy.
And all the friends I know we lost too soon.
Even though your gone I know you're here yeah you're inside of me.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
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Forty-seven years, he don’t keep count anymore
But it’s been twenty since he married, twenty five since his tour
And it’s been how long since that night in the rain?
Spent protesting the debates until the candidates leave
Strikes a nice balance between science and signs
Back then he carried all her books, knew he’d be with her for life
And some they play along knowing that they’ll never win
But they can’t put out a fire because they’re jealous of it
We got a lot of soul
The time we’re given’s not enough for my story
Count up all those years you won’t learn what lies in store
But knowing nothing lasts forever makes things just matter more
He said “come on, son, here we drift like the leaves”
When those dark clouds start billowing up, we stand up, we say
We’ve got a lot of soul
The time we’re given’s not enough for my story
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well I will put my faith in my fret-board
and i will store my soul in my sound hole
and I'll keep my guitar as my religion
'cause one day this guitar will lead me home
it doesn't answer me those lifelong questions
like who am i to trust where am i to roam
but it hasn't lied to me like so many others
so I'm just as sure that this will lead me home
Cause brother I've been strong some days you see
and my brother i failed you others best believe
but for all that huffing puffing
telling me we aint worth nothing
my brothers give me all the strength i need
i said my brothers give me all the strength i need
my brothers all around me they are drinkers
and we'll pass that common bottle till we find the one
that we can put our faith in but we'll hold on to
cause I'm just to goddamn sure that we're the ones
and we have paid respect at all the altars
of Dylan Hemingway and the bouncing souls
so on and on and on we're still the true believers
and nothing shakes my faith in what i know
and nothing shakes my faith in what i know
Cause brother I've been strong some days you see
and my brother i failed you others best believe
but for all that huffing puffing
telling me we aint worth nothing
my brothers give me all the strength i need
i said my brothers give me all the strength i need
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I'm going crazy. I'm losing my mind.
I'm hearing voices. Not the gentle kind.
I caught you lying. You're some kind of cheat.
I thought I was special, baby. All I was was cheap.
There's only one thing that can cure my pain.
I've got to bury you before I go insane.
I'm gonna bury you deep. I'm gonna put you in a deep sleep.
I'm gonna bury you deep.
Not gonna forget what you did to me.
No way to erase all the memories.
I caught you lying. You're some kind of cheat.
I thought I was your baby. All I was was cheap.
There's only one thing that can cure my pain.
I've got to bury you before I go insane.
I'm gonna bury you deep. I'm gonna put you in a deep sleep.
I'm gonna bury you deep.
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I've likened your successes to the best charade
I can't afford to listen to your tirade
Some working man's professor with a chiefs parade
I'm counting on a finger those that you've saved.
You're never never never gonna show me how
You couldn't if you wanted to, don't know how
I know it when I see it, and I see you know
The biggest swinging part of you is your ego
I can't wait till you go home
No I can’t wait till you come on
I think we're all alone now
Everyone's so happy for a reason - seeing that ghoul run out.
Beloved is the leader with the most to lose
without him you’d have bodies that have been abused
I’ll follow you with weapons to the depths of hell
and slice your fucking throat as your feet fell
I can't wait till you go home
No I can’t wait till you come on
I think we're all alone now
Everyone's so happy for a reason - seeing that ghoul run out.
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Rebuilder - Adults
02:33
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When they kick down your front door
How you gonna come?
The words been ringing in my head
Ever since I heard that song
And I'm not fit to make a stand
I'm not exactly as I've planned
And time did fly
When I opened my eyes
Past 25 and almost dead inside
An education loan
Got me by the throat
I'm a kaleidoscope
With no ray of hope
Who said we should take life so seriously?
They say times are tough, the economy sucks
Why does getting older have to be so difficult?
May we never be adults
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we wear our hearts on our sleeves. tattooed to the teeth with our politics in rolled up jeans that we take off so easily. no names, no feelings. under the gun we run run run. what does that say about us? what does that say about love? love is a word that we use too often like god, yes and no and i’m sorry but my dear, you look so fine with pistols drawn in morning light saying “make my day, boy and i’ll make you mine.” i bought you flowers on the walk home. wrote songs from letters and love notes. it’s not a problem because i want. it’s a problem because i get. and it clouds my judgement. there are no secrets you keep next to me because you talk in your sleep. when i’m closer than close could ever be. but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. when i am yours and he is your dream. close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. everything else is miles away.
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tend to chew less than i bite off
yeah from time to time
but before i eat my heart out
im takin back what's mine
(chorus)
i stand corrected
when all's done and said
trashed and rejected
but don't let it... go to your head
so i’ll read my walking papers
it's a blessing in disguise
first step off on the wrong foot now
droppin just like flies
without a doubt spent borrowed time
so what's the use? your guess is as good – as good as mine
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