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Conspiracy
01:45
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what if all this was a conspiracy, something sick against you and me
what if the latest waves of killing flu were born in laboratories ?
What if all this was a strategy ,in order to scare you and me
Crash planes in towers, create an enemy,
then request total control and a shit load of money
Suddenly there’s a war in the middle east,
we tear countries apart for gasoline
What if unlimited profits could justify unlimited killings
A company named Monsanto
threatens the world with GMO’s
They’ve modified many species of plant
to make them herbicides dependant!...
Their seeds travelled with the wind , infected the cultures around
Soon no more plants will grow without the consent of Monsanto
Fuck that ! total control
Fuck that! Annihilation
Shut down! the twisted minds in control
We should... drown’em in their pesticides
Feed’em from our tumors
Strangle them with their guts
Stick all their bombs deep in their butts
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Hundred Years
03:58
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It's been a hundred years since the first world war
Mutilation, disfiguring scars
Ghost faces off to their death sentence, nevroses, ignorance
It's been a hundred years since the first world war...
Greedy leaders kill them all
WAR
Send me on the front line for my country sins
I'm nothing less than a target or a killing machine
Leaders got minds, but I got hands to kill
« You don't have the choice son, it ain't no big deal»
WAR
Soldiers stockpiled in trenches we've been on guard for weeks
A deadly strike might happen, can't close my eyes to sleep
Days go by among dead bodies, man when will you crack
War as won on your nature, young men never coming back
It's been a hundred years since the first world war
Mutilation, disfiguring scars
Ghost faces off to their death sentence, nevroses, ignorance
It's been a hundred years since the first world war...
Greedy leaders kill them all
Here come chemical bombs, a new experiment
They told us to piss on a rag and cover it on our faces to breathe
My comrades screamin in pain... all dying like vermin
How can we stop this death machine, taking us by millions
WAR
A hundred years later this war is way for back in time
but what's a hundred years in the history on mankind
war and fear are still present in that so evolve society
Progress is a poisonous gift, haven't we learned from history
It's been a hundred years since the first world war
Mutilation, disfiguring scars
Ghost faces off to their death sentence, nevroses, ignorance
It's been a hundred years since the first world war...
since back then we've been so far
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Never
02:55
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If you dare shoot a cop
They’ll do everything to catch you up
They’ll call you a public ennemy
We’ll never know the truth about your story
When the cops will beat you to death
No one will put them under arrest
They’ll go back home, fuck their wives,
Condemned to office labour for robbing a life
There’s no law to stop the law
And there’s too much strength in those cowboys hands
Even when there is evidence...
Guilty killer cops never serve their sentence
There’s a corner store robbery
Stop everything Cops will endanger everybody
Too fast no speed limit, wrongway!
Better get out of their way
Killer working everywhere,
They'll fuck your life but they don't care
They have their say, they have their pay
They won't end up in jail
There’s no law to stop the law
And there’s too much strength in those cowboys hands
Even when there is evidence...
Guilty killer cops never serve their sentence
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Dans le port d'Amsterdam,
Y'a des junkies qui s'cament
Qui s'shootent et qui s'reshoot'
Les bras couverts de croûtes...
Dans le port d'Amsterdam,
Y'a des junkies qui coulent
Pour des trafics pas cool,
Pour des histoires de came...
Des grosses pompes en bétons
Les entraînent vers le fond
Vers une mort infâme
Dans le port d'Amsterdam...
Dans le port d'Amsterdam,
Y'a des flics à la tonne
Qui en dealent de la bonne
Dans le port d'Amsterdam !
Ils arrêtent les dealers
Et les consommateurs
Et leur taxent leur bourrin
Pour le r'vendre aux marins !
Car les marins d'Amsterdam
Sont tous de gros drogués
Qui cherchent à oublier
Qu'ils détestent Amsterdam...
Dans le port d'Amsterdam,
C'est des putes en vitrines
Qui tapinent dans l'urine
En croyant être des femmes !
Dans les bars d'Amsterdam,
Les cuillères sont trouées,
Les clients sont cassés
Et f'eraient tout pour un gramme...
Dans les squats d'Amsterdam,
Tous les punks sont accros,
Pour avoir de l'héro
Ils se battent à coups de lame...
Toutes les rues d'Amsterdam
Sont couvertes de seringues...
C'est une ville de dingues...
Bombardons Amsterdam !
Ceux qui chantent Amsterdam
Sont bouchés au réel,
Quel abruti Jacques Brel
Et son port d'Amsterdam !
Dans la ville d'Amsterdam,
Y'a une ambiance de mort,
Cette ville a tous les tords,
Passons-la au lance-flamme !
Dans le port d'Amsterdam...
Plein les couilles d'Amsterdam !
C'est une ville à chier
Qu'il faut atomiser !
Bombardons Amsterdam...
Oublions Amsterdam...
Je déteste cette chanson...
C'est une histoire de con...
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Running on a tight rope
05:51
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We're runnin, runnin on a tight rope
Eyes wide shut, we're runnin to our end
We're livin, lives we can't afford
Our societies live beyond their means
We're livin....running on a tight rope
In the economist's mind, what's not going up is going down
Turn the wheel, push to consume, create new needs, never stop
The wheel
Heavily in debt, definitely looking for more,
Wouldn't it be great to start another war
Someday soon we'll have to hit the wall
Everything that goes up has to go down
We're fallin, fallin to the bottom,
Cities and countries crumble under the weight of debts
It's comin, another worldwide crash
Will you survive in the street, left alone with nothing to eat
Have we learned something yet, no we're going deeper
Repeat the mistakes from the past and trust the same kind of leader
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