Oversættelse: Bøller, Pinkerton. Stansning Numbers.
Oversættelse: Bøller, Pinkerton. Shit.
Oversættelse: Bøller, Pinkerton. Den Warfare Division.
Oversættelse: Bøller, Pinkerton. Freedom (Gratis Doom?).
Oversættelse: Bøller, Pinkerton. Suburbicide.
Oversættelse: Bøller, Pinkerton. Myrdet af FBI.
Oversættelse: Bøller, Pinkerton. Splejset Fuck.
This story starts out spray painted on a wall Its been there for decades As the cigarette burns the world still turns While the vodka numbs the pain
There ain't no reason anymore There ain't no spirit anymore There ain't no hope anymore There ain't no glory anymore Goldman, Debs, and Parsons Must
We've been standing around for far to long Living our image, singing our songs Twenty years strong, but what's really changed? We've repeated our message
In the bear white walls of the fish factory I worked all day just to make ends meet Cut and gut and pack it up That will never get you far They got
Well it's 1997, just about a quarter past eleven Nobody sits at home cause the rocks about to roll The Citgo sign with it's neon fire is fryin' all the
Theres a sun settin' on the horizon And we're running full speed with guns Some make it and others get burnt up So we're gonna make sure we're the ones
Dad still lives in the town where he was born Says hes got nowhere else to go He's been working the same job since 1962 Knows everything he'll ever need
This is where the bodies lay The onslaught of the BIA Funded by FBI To commit genocide A sudden movement in the bowels of democracy (Indian people are
The agony of youth no it never did me good 'Cause all the glory never had the meaning that it should Never again will I see through those eyes Never
You and me we always hit it off well Always had that gleam in our eyes the days were ours to sell You'd hit me up for a buck but we never had a dime
Correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't your label read A statement of hypocrisy, of capitalistic greed? Isn't a lie to say your products cruelty free With
