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From the four-song demo "Striving for Failure"
The day you're born they
start to rate you for credit
What you want, without
them you can't get it
A pin-number tatooed on
your neck
What they gave they can
take right back
Chorus
Debt Slave! Just human
property
Debt Slave! On a loan to
be free
Debt Slave! Gotta beg to
borrow
Debt Slave! You'll still
have nothing tomorrow
They traded chains for a
plastic card
And you wonder why its
getting hard
They made a paper-dollar
worth a dime
So you could live on their
borrowed time
Chorus
The comfy suburbs are the
bankers' plantation
A ghost on paper till they
decide to erase you
They keep the classes seperate,
stratified
You're just a tenant till
the day you die
Chorus
You work so they can profit
till they throw you away
Your debt to them gets
deeper every single fucking day
The wages stay too low
and the prices stay too high
That's why you'll be a
tenant till the day you die!
From the PA Punk Comp AMISH APOCALYPSE
The selective morality of the global police
All the weaker nations
on a six month lease
We've got the world in
the palm of our hand
With the puppet dictators
that we command
Chorus 2X
Who's the Terrorist? The
U.S.A!
Who's the Terrorist ? The
C.I.A!
We've got all the death
machines to feed your war
As long as you'll join
our country club of capitalist whores
We'll help keep your people
repressed till you take back our oil
Then you're the next big
scapegoat cause our rape was spoiled.
Chorus 2X
100,000 dead in Nicaragua
by your right-wing death squads
Courtesy of those who think
murder's an adventure not a job
Democracy the legitimate
from for all your crimes
It's U.S. capital investment
for what the millions have died
Chorus 2X
We learned to uphold the
law from Clint Eastwood
All my Dirty Harry wet
dreams straight out of Hollywood
Don’t you get on my bad
side now you smart ass punk
Don’t you know its past
the curfew? This time I guess you’re fucked
Chorus: Cop’s Night Out
Don’t I just look so handsome
while you’re bleeding on the curb
Your rights don’t really
matter you’re not the one I serve
Let me just check your
profile. You’ve got all the tell-tale signs
I saw you reaching for
your gun…guess I had to fire mine
Chorus
Sitting ‘round eating doughnuts,
rounding up the homeless bums.
We’re just your helpful
servants, armed with billy-clubs and guns
Got to make the city safer
got to make you live in fear,
We’re the mayor’s hired
thugs, don’t you know you can’t sleep here.
Chorus: 2x
From the Detroit Noise International Punk Comp
I've got nothin to do on a Saturday
night
Gonna get some liquor in me gonna
feel allright
Cause I ain't got no friends
and nowhere to go
Just a fake I.D. and don't you
know...That's all I need
Well, I ain't got a girlfriend,
no movie to see
But I don't give a fuck, it don't
bother me
Cause I've got a ticket, so let
me in
Its my fake I.D. let the fun
begin...That's all I need
You might wonder how long this
can go on
I'll come and tell you when my
liver's gone
But as for now I'm on a spree...
Cause I've got my fake I.D.
* All songs copyrighted and published by Restless
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