Lyrics:
We're still one step ahead of you
I still believe in the are and are dream
are and are as primal scream
Tied to the Puritan Ethic
Hey sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong
Eradicate but vindicate as progress creeps along
Puritan work ethic maintains its
I'd rather go blind
For speaking my mind
Or use it just like a gag
So raise it in anger
Just let it hang
American Gangster Time
He sits back
Hey, sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong
Eradicate but vindicate as progress creeps along
Puritan work ethic maintains its
ethics were lost
In reality our decency has taken a plunge
"In God We Trust" is an American pun
Funny how it happened so suddenly
Hey yo fellas, kick
I work all day in a factory
Making parts for bombs I'll never see
I have to support a family
American ethic will set me free
I work in a forest
of ten o' clock education.
Military action give me justice and american solution.
It's the head line of the baby in arms.
Hand to hand darkness that
Well, I heard it on the news,
They're selling everything they can.
And the American flag
Is manufactured in Japan.
They're fightin' battles in
that he looks dumb, but he's smart underneath.
They say I'm a bright kid, and I have a future,
With the Puritan blessing of Work to be done,
But to see
and cleanse the nation.
Stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side.
Christian ethic, right extremes, shoved down our throat
generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
Stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side.
Christian ethic, right extremes, shoved
I'd rather go blind
For speaking my mind
Or use it just like a gag
So raise it in anger
Just let it hang
American Gangster Time
He sits back
waste this away
shamed when i am; shamed when i'm not
the configuration of the american dream
the palace died and the streets were burning
the red
don't want to waste this away
I feel ashamed when I am and shamed when I'm not
The configuration of the American dream
The palace dialed in
To the cops, I'm the proof of this
And niggas still out there, you just gotta shoot
I carry over my street ethics, to the booth
And the Shady crime fam, Al
see
I am a white middle class American
I love whoever brings the money in
Down with the moral ambiguity
Ethics are a problem for those less than me
on the streets
They come with a false sense of entitlement
Biting the hand that feeds
What ever happened to the American Dream?
Where is their work ethic?
Who are
this across the pond
City on a hill, prophecy fulfilled
Puritan workers, we're very skilled
New England colonies, protecting ideologies
Keeping our
then my work ethic increased
Elevated to levels I ain't ever seen
Stackin' this cream, livin' the American dream now
I'm goin' crazy, I ain't slept in
dusky tall American beauty
And I put down my tray table,
snorted a gram of cocaine
Till I got up my courage to say, "Can I have your phone number?"
The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin
My Squad's hard and far from Puritans
Robbin and killin men like we proud to be Americans
We
Gravel roads and round bales
Burn pits and county jails
Archery ranges and tractor lots
Wrap around porches and flower pots
American dreams
testin' machinery
They say that they happy, my man, that's not how they seem to be
The boy, he wild and peaceful, rest in peace Teena Marie
Ethics
were referred to as Cow BOYS from unemployed Anglo men and Anglo cowhands who found that the newly freed ex slaves came with a work ethic and job skill
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