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How I remember the history I have seen
I was just a young boy,the horror I couldnt forsee All the pain that comes with war All the scars that never heal Here in paradise the price is cheap Young men die for greed Across the ocean in a land they call Vietnam Young men dying is all it would cost We were told and proudly believed They would fight to keep us free Here in America the price is cheap Young men die for what? My brother,the soldier was a hero who survived He'd tell the stories of men who died without dreams And they fight for men twice their age The smell of death made his life change The price of paradise is stained with blood Why? All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone Will die for their leaders far from their homes These are men who died very young Afraid to see that their cause was unjust Why couldnt they live for life? Not die to survive |
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| 2. |
| 2:33 |
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Lost on the freeways again
Looking for cause to an end Nobody knows which way its gonna bend Lost on the freeways again Walking the breezeways again Looking for something my friend Im getting tired of living Nixon's mess Walking the breezeways again I know there will come a time when you'll say that you dont know me I know there will be a day when there's nothing no one owes me anymore Stuck in the attic again Out of the shallow and in to the deep end Ive got a wound that I know will never mend Stuck in the attic again I know there will come a time when you'll say that you dont know me I know there will be a day when there's nothing no one owes me anymore Originally by the Meat Puppets |
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| 3. |
| 2:35 |
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Now over there in Managua Square
With American made bombs falling everywhere They kill women and children and animals too These bombs are made by people like me and you And we're told that we hold a big stick over them But I know from what I've read that peace is in our hands Now over there in Guatamala my friend We're making mistakes there once again Uncle Sam supports a fascist regime That doesnt represent the people over there We learn and believe there is justice for us all And we lie to ourselves with a big stick up our ass Now if we stand and yell it out That war isn't what we're all about Then someone will come and bring us back To get the peace train back on it's tracks This is what I'm singing about The race war that America supports Indians will never die They'll do just fine if we let them try Though we hold,we're never told that peace is in our hands If we stop there is time to heal the scars we've caused To heal the scars we've caused... |
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| 4. |
| 3:56 |
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Someone's doing something
Confusion Anpther invasion? Sympathize with who? Someone killed somebody Confusion Did anyone gain? How much did it cost? Woke up screaming Someone changed sides Everyone was dying One too many votes...Satan won |
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| 2:35 |
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Where's your courage?
Are you afraid to die? Are you happy that God is on your side? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you think you're alone? Are you laughing for being blind and pure? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you share all you have? Are you hiding from something you dont know? Where's your courage? |
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| 2:30 | 
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| 7. |
| 4:09 |
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Canadian mounted,baby
A police force that works Red and black is their color scheme Get their man in the end It's all right...It's all right You kill,you maim You kill,you maim Frontenac chateau,baby I cross the fromtier at ten Got a whip in my hand,baby And a girl or a huskie at leather's end It's all right...It's all right You kill,you maim You kill you maim Hornswoop me bungo pony Dog sled on ice Make a dash for freedom,baby Dont skate on polar ice It's too thick to be sliced by the light Of long,white polar nights It's all right...It's all right You kill,you maim You kill,you maim Originally by Blue Oyster Cult |
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| 8. |
| 1:07 |
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Liberal Man meets Conservative Man
Conservative Man wears his myth on his skin Liberal Man has to explain his and keeps his shirt all buttoned up Conservative Man greets Liberal Man with a well-rehearsed cold stare Liberal Man replies by issuing forth horseshit Conservative Man retaliates by taking the concrete reality of the Situation and lodging it,like a wedge,right between both sides of Liberal Man's brain Liberal Man is caught off gaurd by this apparent non-abstraction There is one full minute of confusion Liberal Man becomes Conservative Man Conservative Man becomes Liberal Man War is declared Liberal Man cheats by calling in reinforcements Conservative Man is set upon by a mob and murdered Said mob then turns on Liberal Man and he dies a broken man |
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| 9. |
| 3:29 |
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No one! I said no one!
Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! No heart,no soul Not working at that goal Im talkin' about no one I said no one No love,no hate No someone to emulate Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! Not living,not dying Life just means surviving Im talkin' about no one I said no one No cost,no gain Not worth going insane Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! No pain,no remorse Emptiness just a matter of course Im talkin' about no one I said no one No world,no fair Lost hope I no longer care Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! |
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| 10. |
| 1:36 |
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I heard one today about the one I love
I heard one earlier that shook me up I heard one the other day,cant believe it's true I heard one by accident wish I had it I heard one so many times I couldn't care any more |
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| 11. |
| 1:51 |
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| 12. |
| 0:28 |
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Johnny grabbed a gun
Ack ack ack ack Johnny grabbed a gun Ack ack ack ack Like this Ack ack ack ack Like this Ack ack ack ack All the papers write about Johnny All the radios shout his name He grabbed a gun and shot me down Ack ack ack ack |
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| 1:58 |
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Over 300 dead,we still got pride
We've lost all our morals,we still got pride Should we fight this war in some far corner of the globe And learn how to die for some unjust cause Is this our future? Ashes are all that remain It's easy when you got pride How much pride does a dead soldier got? His life so short,no chance to even start The ones he left behind The world he'll never see But no one could deny that the soldier died with pride |
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| 14. |
| 1:24 |
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There are still lofty dreams meager desires and still silliness
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| 0:42 |
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| 16. |
| 1:54 |
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