Rise Against - Prayer Of The Refugee

"Prayer Of The Refugee"

Warm yourself by the fire, son,

And the morning will come soon.

I’ll tell you stories of a better time,

In a place that we once knew.

Before we packed our bags

And left all this behind us in the dust,

We had a place that we could call home,

And a life no one could touch.

Don’t hold me up now,

I can stand my own ground,

I don’t need your help now,

You will let me down, down, down!

Don’t hold me up now,

I can stand my own ground,

I don’t need your help now,

You will let me down, down, down!

Down!

We are the angry and the desperate,

The hungry, and the cold,

We are the ones who kept quiet,

And always did what we were told.

But we’ve been sweating while you slept so calm,

In the safety of your home.

We’ve been pulling out the nails that hold up

Everything you’ve known.

Don’t hold me up now,

I can stand my own ground,

I don’t need your help now,

You will let me down, down, down!

Don’t hold me up now,

I can stand my own ground,

I don’t need your help now,

You will let me down, down, down!

So open your eyes child,

Let’s be on our way.

Broken windows and ashes

Are guiding the way.

Keep quiet no longer,

We’ll sing through the day,

Of the lives that we’ve lost,

And the lives we’ve reclaimed.

Go!

Don’t hold me up now,

I can stand my own ground,

I don’t need your help now,

You will let me down, down, down!

Don’t hold me up now,

I can stand my own ground,

I don’t need your help now,

You will let me down, down, down!

Don’t hold me up…

(I don’t need your help, I’ll stand my ground)

Don’t hold me up…

(I don’t need your help)

No! No! No!

Don’t hold me up!

(I don’t need your help, I’ll stand my ground)

Don’t hold me up!

(I don’t need your help, I’ll stand my ground)

Don’t let me down, down, down, down, down!

Dead Kennedys / Napalm Death - Nazi Punks Fuck Off

Original Song By: Dead Kennedys: 

Covered By :Napalm Death 

Nazi Punks Fuck Off

[Lyrics : Jello Biaffra / Music : Dead Kennedys]

Punk ain't no religious cult,

punk means thinking for yourself.

You ain't hardcore 'cause you spike your hair,

when a jock still lives inside your head.

Nazi punks,

Nazi punks,

Nazi punks,

Fuck off !

If you've come to fight, get outta here.

You ain't no better than the bouncers.

We ain't trying to be the police.

When you ape the cops, it ain't anarchy.

Nazi punks,

Nazi punks,

Nazi punks,

Fuck off !

Ten guys jump one, what a man !

You fight each other, the police state wins.

Stab your backs when you trash our halls.

Trash a bank if you've got real balls.

You still think swastikas look cool.

The real nazis run your schools.

They're coaches, businessmen and cops.

In the real fourth reich, you'll be the first to go.

Nazi punks,

Nazi punks,

Nazi punks,

Fuck off !

You'll be the first to go.

You'll be the first to go.

You'll be the first to go.

Unless you think.

Six Feet Under - Amerika The Brutal

Amerika The Brutal

I'd rather died than to live in this fucked world

Mr. President I'm not here to do your dirty work

Alone, I think I'm fighting a losing battle

Worth dying not for oil

NO WAR Amerika the brutal

Listen it's a fucking joke and they make you believe it on the TV

That's how they deceive you-

I watch and I listen and I question their reasons

You know what, I don't fuckin believe em

NO WAR Amerika the brutal

When I want to know the future I look into the past

I think of my best friend and his stories of Vietnam

And now I got a cousin fighting in Iraq, and I want her coming back

I'm not afraid to speak my own mind

I don't use the first amendment to hide behind

I'm guaranteed that freedom, I'm born with that right

And for that I'm ready to fight

I'd rather die than to live in this fucked world

Fake president, I'm not here to do your dirty work

Alone I think I'm fighting this losing battle- worth dying?

NO WAR Amerika the brutal

Heaven Shall Burn - The Weapon They Fear

The Weapon They Fear

A Tribute to the Chilean singer Victor Jara, by Heaven Shall Burn 

Words - these words of freedom

A bequest - never to be silenced

In this world of lies, the truth, it means resistance

To make the masses see and sense their needs

He healed so many aching hearts and wounds

And threw back the baseness - back to where it came from

Aspired from the middle of his brothers

Charged this suffering and oppression

One single voice became a storm

His words and melodies - the weapon they fear

Threw back the baseness - back from where it came

Nobody is chosen to suffer

Nobody is destined to rule

Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing

Fettered his hands but not the words he wrote

These songs we'll sing!

"Silence and screams are the end of my song." - Victor Jara

Misery Index - Traitors

We revel in our treason, our catalyst for change

We don't wait for answers,

We laugh, seize, and live our days

Embracing our sedition,

Crawling off our knees

As John Brown -patriots,

Who force the world we want to see

TRAITORS!

Who you'd call a traitor,

Is the son of libertad

La unica esperanza

With no master and no god

"Freedom-haters", agitators?

What would they call Thomas Paine?

Founding fathers

Praised as martyrs

Or terrorists by another name?

TRAITORS!

What you call the Nation-State

Is fiction in itself

Agreed upon illusion

Enforced by violence - ruled by wealth

This land is fucking your land,

And not through them defined

By fucking flags on SUVs

Or Superbowl half-times

TRAITORS!

Sepultura - Refuse Resist

Refuse Resist- one of the classical of the thrash metal with a leftist tendency.

1. Refuse/Resist

Chaos A.D.

Tanks on the streets

Confronting police

Bleeding the Plebs

Raging crowd

Burning cars

Bloodshed starts

Who'll be alive?!

Chaos A.D.

Army in siege

Total alarm

I'm sick of this

Inside the state

War is created

No man's land

What is this shit?!

Refuse/Resist

Refuse

Chaos A.D.

Disorder unleashed

Starting to burn

Starting to lynch

Silence means death

Stand on your feet

Inner fear

Your worst enemy

Refuse/Resist

Refuse/Resist

Rage Against The Machine - Guerilla Radio

Guerilla Radio: A Classical leftist Nu-Metal Song by Rage Against The Machine

Transmission third world war third round

A decade of the weapon of sound above ground

No shelter if youre looking for shade

I lick shots at the brutal charade

As the polls close like a casket

On truth devoured

Silent play in the shadow of power

A spectacle monopolized

The cameras eyes on choice disguised

Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?

Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?

Yes a spectacle monopolized

They hold the reins, stole your eyes

All the fistagons the bullets and bombs

Who stuff the banks

Who staff the party ranks

More for Gore or the son of a drug lord

None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out guerilla Radio

Turn that shit up

Contact I highjacked the frequencies

Blockin the beltway

Move on DC

Way past the days of bombin MCs

Sound off Mumia guan be free

Who gottem yo check the federal file

All you pen devils know the trial was vile

Army of pigs try to silence my style

Off em all out that box its my radio dial

Lights out guerilla Radio

Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere

It has to start sometime

What better place than here

What better time than nowAll hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now

All hell cant stop us now