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Refusing To Be A Man `Propagandhi`

I'm not gonna try and tell you that I'm giving you all the best I've been subject to the same destruction of desire Felt the same effects I'm a hetero-sexists tragedy And portential rapists all are we

The Only Good Fascist Is A Very Dead Fascist `Propagandhi`

Swastikas and Klan-robes Sexists, racists, homophobes Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins You can wear my nuts on your Nazi chins I love a man in uniform!

Resisting Tyrannical Government `Propagandhi`

Why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next G7 picnic? It seems easier with every click tick But whose will would that represent? Mine? Yours? The rank and file?

Fuck the Border `Propagandhi`

A friend of mine dropped me a line, I got no money, got no job." it said, "man I gotta run to the USA. before she fucking came? She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive.

Less Talk, More Rock `Propagandhi`

I'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song And bring your stupidest friends along.

Albright Monument Baghdad `Propagandhi`

I'm late by a muthafucken hour. I still gotta iron and take a fucken shower. Had my jaina crease up my dickies Put a close hood on my neck So my other jaina wouldn't see me hickies.

A Public Dis-Service Announcement From Shell `Propagandhi`

But never subjugated to a cause, however noble or well-meaning. They have the right to clear thinking. Slogans, boycotts and protests don't offer answers.

Purina Hall of Fame `Propagandhi`

Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds.

Ordinary People Do Fucked-Up Things When Fucked up Things Become Ordinary `Propagandhi`

Words can't do justice to pain. Seems like they can't feel a thing. Ordinary people do fucked-up things when fucked-up things become ordinary. I can't promise utopia or a better world.

Gifts `Propagandhi`

Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall, Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know you're lonely. Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo.

Back to the Motor League `Propagandhi`

I like to party fucking hard I like my rock and roll the same Don't give a fuck if I burn out Don't give a fuck if I fade away.

I Was A Pre-Teen McCarthyist `Propagandhi`

At Harold Edward's Elementary you pay respect to Our God, Our Flag, Our Military. In grade 3 I had a written composition about the global threat of communism.

Bullshit Politicians `Propagandhi`

But if this man isn't freed, this city burns. "On this Day of Remembrance let us not kneel and pray for the dead.

Natural Disasters `Propagandhi`

In which god's name will we be killed? Who's most righteous? Who's most terrified? When your parents left the house we would creep up to their room, to the drawer beside the bed.

A People's History Of The World `Propagandhi`

At some turning point in history, some fuckface recognized That knowledge tends to democratize cultures and societies So the only thing to do Was monopolize and confine it to Priests, clerics and elites

The State-Lottery `Propagandhi`

But unlike us they retain a vibrant tradition of liberty and democracy. A tradition that we've allowed to slip out of our hands or has been stolen from us.

Anchorless `Propagandhi`

They called here to tell me that you're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the pantleg of your bad disguise. So why were you so... Anchorless?

March of the Crabs `Propagandhi`

We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run. I tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they're all gonna die. Tensions rise.

New Homes for Idle Hands `Propagandhi`

There's a jail out of town with fences so high we won't think about who's inside. Neighbours are disappearing behind the bars. Kids are doing time for petty crimes. It don't matter who they are.

Ladies' Nite in Loserville `Propagandhi`

Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation*. She slurs "how much more bullshit you got left?

Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An `Propagandhi`

Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads or mourn a murdered friend who will never walk a mile in this tiny woman's shoes.

With Friends Like These Who the Fuck Needs Cointelpro `Propagandhi`

The crippling Judas kiss to christen thee a sinking ship and …the purpose of this new counter-intelligence endeavor is to expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit or otherwise neutralize… any parades that

Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes `Propagandhi`

This tangled web we weave spans from Pine to Ruby Ridge Back to Shay's defeat On up to Gufstafsen Now cue the ass parade of dittoheads and commisars and pricks Drown out the faintest hint of commie faggot

Ego Fum Papa (I Am the Pope) `Propagandhi`

Live like an angel, die like a devil. Don't let it worry you, we're down here together. We're all here: heathens, heretics, kids with blue socks.

The Cold Front `Carpathian`

I refuse to be part of a world, refusing learning, refusing thought Refusing feeling, refusing heart Open our eyes so we can see again, unclench our fists so we can feel again We're forward thinking, but

My Heart Is Refusing Me `Loreen`

My Heart Is Refusing Me - Loreen I've been crushed Beaten down And I'm frozen to the ground Like a fool I've trusted you Still I'm hopelessly in love I never thought that I would be this helpless

Go To Hell (1986/Live In Detroit) `Alice Cooper`

For criminal acts and violence on the stage For being a brat refusing to act your age For all the decent citizens you`ve enraged You can go to hell For gambling and drinking alcohol constantly For

My Heart Is Refusing Me `Loreen(로린)`

I've been crushed beaten down And I'm frozen to the ground Like a fool I've trusted you Still I'm hopelessly in love I never thought that I would be this helpless I can't believe I'm giving in for

Worried Man `Paolo Nutini`

he is getting old before his time He says it takes a worried man To sing a worried song It takes a worried man To sing a worried song It takes a worried man To sing a worried song He is worried

La Telenovela (Feat. Jhameel) `Rob Cantor`

A man in his silence can put up a fight, the eyes in battle Refusing to end it, he’s feeding his pride and nothing matters more I can be lost, I can be careless, I could die We can be cold, we can be heartless