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X-Ray Spex - Identity

identity is the crisis can’t you see
identity identity

when you look in the mirror
do you see yourself
do you see yourself
on the t.v. screen
do you see yourself in the magazine
when you see yourself
does it make you scream

when you look in the mirror
do you smash it quick
do you take the glass
and slash your wrists
did you do it for fame
did you do it in a fit
did you do it before
you read about it

Public Domain Protest Song

lyrics-

This song aint gonna sell
This song well it aint no hit
It’s a finger to the corporate hell
They own the news so it don’t mean shit
I pledge allegiance to Goldman Sachs
Under God and shadow PACS
Fox news and a wall of white noise
Confuse the girls and confuse the boys

Public domain protest song
Sing it free, sing it pissed, sing it strong
Boot the corporations out of D.C
Dirty money it’s American greed
Public domain protest song
Sing it free, sing it pissed, sing it strong
Support the unions and long live Wisconsin

It’s not the Left, it’s not the Right
It’s up and down and that’s the fight
It’s a world of loopholes S.O.S. save our souls
All we make is guns and debt
Watch some FOX and you’ll forget
Count it off 1-2-3 and play these chords A to D

Profits climb and jobs get shipped
Bottom 90% gets ripped
‘Right To Work State’, what a game
Right to fuck you is a better name
Public domain protest song
Sing it free, sing it pissed, sing it strong
Because of 30 years of Right only makes a wrong

It’s not the Left, it’s not the Right
It’s up and down and that’s the fight
It’s a world of loopholes S.O.S. save our souls
Paying of for the wealthy’s crimes
Let’s see some bankers doing time
Free market cost a lot If this ain’t hell it sure is hot.

I Wanna Mohawk (But Mom Won’t Let Me Get One)

by A.F.I

lyrics -

Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember ‘36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I’m a molotov cocktail.
You’re Dom Perignon.
Baby, what’s that confused look in your eyes?
What I’m trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.

‘Cause baby, I’m an anarchist,
You’re a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father’s new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity’s a four-letter word.
We’re all hypocrites,
But you’re a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed “Kill Whitey!”
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won’t take your hand
And marry the State.

‘Cause baby, I’m an anarchist,
You’re a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

The Exploited - I believe in anarchy

Album: Punks not dead