commit genocide A sudden movement in the bowels of democracy (Indian people are) Virtual exiles in their own country Two simple ways to kill them all Firearms and
People say the feeling's gone But it's been with me for far too long Sound of freedom's with us all Sound of freedom's with us all When I die I will
that wants you dead I'll punch in your numbers and I'll print a receipt And then I'll bash in your head I kiss your ass and you pay me But I'm so sick
Welcome to Suburbia, I call it my life Step inside for a drink, come and meet my wife Our two boys, Dave and John, are outside on the lawn Rolling in
Your attitude is shit You're over privileged Your image is shit You're over privileged You aren't rebellious You're over privileged You aren't a punk
When the bandages come off They'll give me a new name When the bandages come off I won't be the same I don't know a thing about the Warfare Division