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Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

efforts are negated by the passive observers.

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They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision

Feeling like a fucking reject
Wanna new life, gonna need to reset
Feeling like I get no respect
Wanna start again, from all the regret
Feeling like

I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one

Anacondas, apple bottom jeans and tiny waists
This goes out to all the people feeling out of place
Whose bodies don't comply to ideals dictated by their race

reject 
Fuck your pageants and press
My present concerns are what’s next
Did all this for the heck of it
Niggas praised I ain’t give a shit
Meaningless,

we’re changing hearts and minds
We’re on an American Ride
All part of something great that can't be denied
Now objective truth doesn’t care about your

harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running

All right, then

of white nationalists with their
Own needs and wants that can easily be met
In the largest sense
By powerful corporations
But they also want all
Americans

American schemes
Fueled by American greed
My American dreams, my American schemes
Fueled by American dreams
It's American me, it's American me
By any means

Political agenda failure all knowing all powerful
American Christian
American Christian
You are God calls upon you look into his light

HE who sees all  looks

will I own myself when it's all over?)
What does it all matter for?
Wonder what does it all matter for?

Walkin' around with my strait-jacket on
Heading

they feining for a collar
Under their collar they steaming
Sorry you miss me, like Missy and all you got was a misdemeanor
Feeling like Bruce

down on the rari
Cruise babe soaking up all them sun rays
Doing tequila shots
Summer be wet and hot

Want a wet hot american summer
I just want a wet hot

lacked for a minute so I bounced back stop telling me
Senses will reject when I hold a gat
All we do is shooting up the toxins in your brain
I make music

keeping my hands full
With the smile of my son leading by example
Came a long way, since back in the day
I did it all for the losers, rejects and renegades

you can call me
Only for the sex
I be rocking out All American Reject
Yeah I wanna get the Benz
But I'd rather get the Lex
I been praying for my sins

planning on meeting and seeing each other or some’ by the end of the month,
You canceled last minute and now I’m left feeling like rejects at dances that

all over the world to the American cities 
Down by the docks and for dozens of blocks they walk by
Dancing on a summer's night and everybody's so pretty

The color of my skin, got me feeling all the hated
But Black is beautiful, tell me I’m the usual
Colluded with oppression as a form of survival 
I try

the reason,
for which i am fighting here

Keep on running
Do never forget
We must reject this invasion war
With the power
Of all our feelings

Keep on running

left by the
Time we got to bed baby, that's a shame
You were so obsessed
With writing the next best American record
You did it all for fame
You did it

The blue sky's an illusion 
The red stains a suffusion 
I'm overdosing on a flooded mind 

Just know that I'm all set
To go for a drive with you by my side

The HipHop Declaration of Peace was
Presented to the United
Nations Organization on May 16th
2001 it was signatured
By various organizations such as:

biscuits
You feeling froggy, all you gotta do is yell, "Ribbit"
Turn ya ass to a statue, like an exhibit
Now let's get it
Let me at 'em, leave my cage