M2RB: Velvet Revolver
Break the chains of featherweights and giants
With the stain forever lasting liars.
They're afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living.
With the stain forever lasting liars.
They're afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living.
V.
Free Market v. Socialism
Private Property Rights v. Everything Belongs to the State
Freedom v. Tyranny
Liberty v. Central Planning
The Individual v. The Collective
Individualism v. The Common Welfare
Working for Yourself & Paying a small tax to be a citizen v. Working for the State & Receiving a penance as a gift upon which to live
Driving a SUV and Flipping the Bird at the Volt Dolt v. Becoming a Dolt driving a Volt while wearing a hemp Mao jacket
Keep the Star-Spangled Banner v. Replace it with a Rap Anthem about the rape and pillage done to the Indians, the cruelty inflicted upon slaves, the war crimes committed against the peoples of Dresden, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Vietnam, Cambodia, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Somalia, Yemen, and our complicity in the "Holocaust" committed against the Palestinians written by a Latina Lesbian and her Native American-African American partner, which will be song by the Lypsynka Choir - From Gay to Queer to Questioning to Transforming to Saving Up For A Penis or Vagina to "I'm ALL WOMAN/MAN! Wanna See?"
There can be no survivors.
The Last Fight - Velvet Revolver
Time feels like I've been back in jail
Like when I was doing time in the can
Spend all night on a bended knee
Just to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be the all the time
Should we decide to end the misery
Time heals all of the burned out bridges
Filled with nothing more than misery
I wear the mask of the unbattled son
Trying to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
Break the chains of featherweights and giants
With the stain forever lasting liars
They're afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living
Like when I was doing time in the can
Spend all night on a bended knee
Just to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be the all the time
Should we decide to end the misery
Time heals all of the burned out bridges
Filled with nothing more than misery
I wear the mask of the unbattled son
Trying to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
Break the chains of featherweights and giants
With the stain forever lasting liars
They're afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living
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