#3
DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SlNG

SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN

IT IS THE MUSIC OF THE PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT BE SLAVES AGAIN
Quote by yellowfrizbee
What does a girl have to do to get it in the butt thats all I ever wanted from you. Why, Ace? Why? I clean my asshole every night hoping and wishing and it never happens.
Bitches be Crazy.

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#6
Quote by Acϵ♠
DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SlNG

SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN

IT IS THE MUSIC OF THE PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT BE SLAVES AGAIN

tbf they never were slaves after that.

of course they were killed, but still.
it's all just coming back
it's all coming back

it's all coming back to me
#12
what it meant to me will eventually be a memory etc etc linkin fart
i don't know why i feel so dry
#14
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR, etc.

And X GON GIVE IT TO YA, HE GON GIVE IT TO YA, etc.
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ooh look at me i'm ERIKLENSHERR and i work at fancy pants desk jobs and wear ties and ply barely legal girls with weed and booze i'm such a classy motherfucker.
#17
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvxK2X2P4C0


Who will sponsor the next revolution?
Who will buy the rights to the next class war?
Purchase the t-shirts and the audio version of the book
They took your anger and polished up
Then they sold it back to you
They took your anger and repackaged it
And there's nothing you can do

Put designer names on army uniforms
A dash of subversion will make your movie sell.
You'll capture that "indie" feel that the kids are crazy for
They took your frustrations and dressed them up
Before a focus group
They painted your frustrations in earth tones colors
And there's nothing you can do

Country music used to be about the music, not about the county
There once was a time when rap was dangerous
Now flag-waving idiots and millionaire illiterates dance across the screen
Johnny Cash died for you

This sense of outrage can be yours if the price is right
Poetry and galleries are now jingles and cartoons
This is the river in which we've learned to swim
Sub-culture vultures circle above
The great un-read white and blue
And there's nothing you can do

Country music used to be about the music, not about the county
There once was a time when rap was dangerous
Now flag-waving idiots and millionaire illiterates dance across the screen
Jam Master Jay died for you

C'mon Bourgeoisie and get behind me
Captains of industry I'm waiting for your calls
Operators are standing by so don't delay
Your parents are reading hipster lit
And they try to dress like you
They took your anger and repackaged it
And there's nothing you can do

Punks, Goths, and Rivetheads disappeared into the mall
Along with the yuppies, and the beatniks, and freaks
This is the river in which we've learned to swim
And this is the river in which we will all drown
Last edited by jugglingfreak at Jun 11, 2015,