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    Blood On Your Hands

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
    The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you
    Stand [x2]
    Sit back and listen to this devious tale
    Im talkin about the country from which you all hail
    Built on the bodies of Indians and slaves
    A story of destiny and the land that it craves
    It happen to be genocide in the 1st degree
    But now its called American pride the land of the free
    So when you wave your flag and tell me love it or leave it
    You think of the price tag, revolution will see it
    Comin around the corner and it cant be stopped
    Its the big bad Mexican with the glock cocked
    They slaughtered woman and children and at wounded knee
    No conscience about Hiroshima or Nagasaki
    The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
    The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you
    Stand!!!! [x2]
    We live large in the United States
    So you wonder why we want to smash the state
    Well the answer is in the Zapatista wind
    It lies in the facts that were about to begin
    We got hot running water and food on the plate
    Which makes it difficult for you to feel irate
    Ya live comfy, yeah thats how your livin!
    Cuz survival to you, its just a given
    While 3Z4s of the world are trying to stay alive
    A country of color can barely survive
    No hot running water or food on their plates
    Marginal existence is their constant state
    But its not because they cant, ya see theyre not allowed
    They get beat down by the US Mafia crowd
    The CIA-FBI-IMF-crew
    The world class multinational wrecking crew
    So in the first world, you live like you do
    Because the so-called third worlds are supporting you
    Ya ask what is the motive? And what is the reason?
    Well to the fat man powers always in season
    Control means money and money means power
    But to the real revolutionary were waiting on the hour
    To annihilate the rich, spread back to the poor
    Terminate the pigs till it exists no more!!!!
    Terminate the pigs till it exists no more!!!!
    The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
    The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you
    Stand!!!!! [x2]
    [ Blood On Your Hands Lyrics ]
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