Lyrics:
of liberation
I admit I'm afraid
She knocked on my front door
Got me out of bed
I turned on my porch light
I looked out my peep hole
I seen her starting to jerk
own an opus opportunity
The Lotus-eater, locus looking at your legacy
Yummy young Yuppies yammering so yearningly
The ruddy rope ripped, so the risk is
Them mow 'em all down! oh yeah!
Dead yuppies on the sidewalk right in front of me
Dead yuppies on the sidewalk lying on the streets
Never coming back
Them mow 'em all down! oh yeah!
Dead yuppies on the sidewalk right in front of me
Dead yuppies on the sidewalk lying on the streets
Never coming back
yeah, yeah
Viva a filha da Chiquita
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Entrei pra "Women's Liberation Front"
Eu sou a filha da Chiquita Bacana
Nunca entro em cana
experimentation!
Get up in arms to stop this abomination!
This is (A)TRUTH for Animal Liberation
Animal Liberation Front
Win Animal Rights
All the Animal Defense
We got winners, we got losers
Chain smokers and boozers
An' we got yuppies, we got bikers
We got , thirsty hitchhikers
And the girls next door
to his lungs/
Then he gone do something dumb/
Then when them yuppies, they come/
Snatch him in front of his mom/
What has he done?/
VERSE #1
Fuck in
candy's in the original wrapper
White against white, black against jew
It seems like it's 1942
The baby sits in front of mtv
Watching violent fantasies
Well we had a mouse right in our house and were afraid to move
But I'd never trade that time we spent huddled up in the front room
No chill or rats
Well we had a mouse right in our house and were afraid to move
But I'd never trade that time we spent huddled up in the front room
No chill
at the garden city
Catch the vibe and the feeling
Cos this is how we living
Goes there
Left right front and rear
All protocols observed
Goes there
Tell dem say I
We got winners, we got losers
Chain smokers and boozers
And we got yuppies, we got bikers
We got thirsty hitchhikers
And the girls next door
liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Early every morning you're out on the street
Passing out
liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Early every morning you're out on the street
Passing out pamphlets
right in front of me
Yeah you, yeah you let me break the rules
You're my California Honey tonight
Yeah it's true yeah we have nothing to lose
You're my
From Heaven to the grave
Liberation is what saves
No one is born a saint
All saints are human made
In this life
I need to see what's in front of my
Sweet Nectar dripping down my chest
Desire. Wondering what comes next
Breath coming quickly, adrenaline and speeding pulse
Beige Liberation
Look in
He's got brown ratty dreads
And he dresses like a Frisco gypsy
You never catch him in shoes
And all the yuppies call him a hippy, yeah
His best
To a fucking class
That's just plain fucking rude
Wave of yuppies got us
Caught in the undertow
Swept away our lives
With no place left to go
(Except)
Serf city
and yuppies
And rednecks and lesbians
And redneck lesbians
Winners and sinners
Bikers and bankers
And all in between
Hee-Haw's on tv
And everyone's here
We
Half of the DJs playing the same Raingurl copy
Mier over the bar or Jewels spinning in jalopy
I'm oddly Perturbed by yuppies cosplaying UK bashment
I
We got winners, we got losers
Chain smokers and boozers
And we got yuppies, we got bikers
We got thirsty hitchhikers
And the girls next door dress up
comes the voodoo king, here comes a powerful man
My face on every front page, my plans for everyone
I reason your existence, that is what I want to be
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