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Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

anarchists.
They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes,

the truth unfold
Half of the story has never been told
Secret society of the skull and bones
A meet behind the scene at the bohemian grove
So they determine

And they all mine shiny things the same
Your cell phone screen is lain
With choice minerals of today contained
Mined by people whos tribes were slain

ripened and spun in the knowledge bowl
Convexed and concave-mixed with mineral tears
You and I make a blossoming selfish, destitute choice
There will not

home
Born from the chrome
Soil In our bones
Uprooted to the dome
Clothes, walls and food and gold
Fed us, made us, we belong to the globe
I got Shark in

and Vril influenced Hitler and Nazis
Illuminati all in secrecy responsible for bodies
Skull and Bones Society and the Trilateral Commission
The Bohemian

Pure potential just too much to measure
Forever
United we stand together
Built for struggle
Bone and muscle
Ready to tussle
Ready for trouble
We the Gods