Propagandhi Head Chest or Foot Letras:Three choices. One bullet. One trigger. Guess who
gets to pull it. One leader. A thousand slaves.
For every throne there's a thousand graves. You're
all the same. Just part of their machine.
Perpetuate their dream. They subsidize your
nightclubs and they subsidize your malls. They
herd and brand the masses within painted prison
walls. 'Til your freedom of assembly becomes the
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/EyMI]missiles they create. Or just mass delusion
dancing to this music that you fucking hate. But
I'm not the same. I'm not part of your fucking
machine. I'll jeopardize their dream. I'd rather
be imprisoned in a George Orwell-ian world Than
your pacified society of happy boys and girls. I'd
rather know my enemies and let you know the same.
Whose windows to smash and whose tires to slash
And where to point the fucking blame. One future.
Two choices. Oppose them or let them destroy us.
Letras: Head Chest or Foot Propagandhi [final]