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U.S. Of Hate `U.S. Bombs`

On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he

Hand Me The Downs `U.S. Bombs`

Too much pressure, gonna self explode The baggage keeps on pilin' up My future dangles from the end of a rope No coat tails to sew on my coat This is just a fame, it's just a game Good God above take me

Bombs Not Food `U.S. Bombs`

Jumped of the staircase When the barkeep threw me out I had to pack my suitcase When they said to leave town I looked up at the sign that said Bombs are not allowed I went and made my own sign too Ya can't

Majestic Twelve `U.S. Bombs`

Establishment of a ruling class Is not to be discussed Those who formerly ruled Were given signals and commands A minute group of men And a few women Have a pact in common called The Majesty Twelve Rockefeller

Rocks In Memphis `U.S. Bombs`

Mississippi bridge Porcelain death, rock and roll decayed Porcelain death, a royal flush away we rolled away T.C.B, I grabbed myself and blew to Lisa Lisa Marie pulled up broke to every gig That's the sign of

Billy Club `U.S. Bombs`

Joe, loved to change his clothes Boy Scout blues to screw banaroos to code of silence Hand of the law has got control guilty of innocence I'm a compund fracture from the north of ontario I'm a no taught

Isolated Ones `U.S. Bombs`

mansion At the dump we're your minority In the city financial district we ain't blessed I just seen a suit jump off a building I guess the stocks in the market crashed The solid waste here bulks in plenty of

The Contract `U.S. Bombs`

An old motel broad side of the road there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties The contracts runnin out tonight back to the laundromats tonight

Warstoryville `U.S. Bombs`

Here lies the dead outlaws who lived One of the gang made a deal with Pinkerton Jesse Told Frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot in the back As soon as he turned his head The Midwest wranglers of eighteen

Skater Dater `U.S. Bombs`

fat coping lips Grabbed our boards and we dropped in We're carvin', we're grindin' Skater dater We're flyin', we're slidin' Skater dater Boards flew over the fence Empty the pool and they will come All of

Orange Crunch `U.S. Bombs`

On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he

Outta Touch `U.S. Bombs`

On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he

No Company Town `U.S. Bombs`

On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he

Lunch In A Sack `U.S. Bombs`

On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he

The Gow `U.S. Bombs`

Kill me I need the rest Put me out of misery Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break I'm a slowe for the gow Slave labor to slave And drag around Needle's broken in the ditch of burned out veins

Goin' Out `U.S. Bombs`

> get me a box of matches get me a load of pills need no key for yer city no time for cheap thrills this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do she never wants to be seen hangin' with me no

The World `U.S. Bombs`

everywhere Take a look out your door If it ain't the tube, it's the paper news Third World War or church They feed us all this phony propaganda They pawn it off as food for thought The swap meet world of

Die Alone `U.S. Bombs`

Walked all around through London Town Hung awhile on carnaby What happened to the Soho What happened to Kings Road A revolution blitze Completely smashed to bits Of kids, what about the future I thought

In & Out `U.S. Bombs`

downtown hangin around over and under in and out stanger now in a different town My babe so far away she at the top of the world im way down here way down under with the kangaroos right down im at the

Hobroken Dreams `U.S. Bombs`

Brought up as peasants at the bottom of the hill Hobroken's only view, a mountaintop rubber plant The factory whistle blows twice every day Smokestacks make the skies black So thick, I could hardly see

Yer Country `U.S. Bombs`

In the country, it aint no tis of thee In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear'd up for riots gainst police the country is rippin at the seams In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the

Yanks & Rebs `U.S. Bombs`

dogfighting planes over west germany the red baron'll say that you ain't his enemy somebody's hit they pulled the 'chute and the jumped ship a prisoner of war now counting bricks i'm proud to be(x3) an

Tora Tora Tora `U.S. Bombs`

America the beautiful Amber waves of race Constitutes equality Don't dub us left or right Tora, tora, tora Tora, tora, tora Tora, tora, tora Tora, tora, tora Freedoms just another verb That

Beetle Boot `U.S. Bombs`

Mackn with Trish in the dark on the docks Turn the ambulance sirens up emergency Baby, I ain't one to wait I gonna get your britches off Any day now there gonna drop the bomb And were gonna be a bucket of

Bloody Rag `U.S. Bombs`

Tin soldiers fought for what we got and now it's lost Spirits of two hundred years gets laundrode in the wash The keepers of the key have lied to you They lied to me, millions died for a color'd cloth

Rumble Fishers `U.S. Bombs`

Guitar sounds, the drums splash Our bowl is hot like a sauna We've looked around the playgrounds It's sucker fish and Piranhas Stuck in a tank Lost in Space Tracks of the train going nowhere We must repeat

Croatia Breaks `U.S. Bombs`

they say I know your freedom's limited You've seen how it is for me Few that come through isn't often We just want to leave The propaganda's horrible The fascist president He cleaned out the hospital Of

Cirenda `U.S. Bombs`

rotates the same old broken tape It false fide my pride to hate's a soul waste It's a shame on season, for truth to keep the lights on Scripts are going to change, so far I see oncoming trains A ball of

Framed `U.S. Bombs`

Intro: Oklahoma city bombing cover up Timothy McVeigh is innocent By preponderance of evidence Lets get it straight a cover up is no accident Evidence isolates the patsy lone assassin Conquer and divide

That's Life `U.S. Bombs`

That's life, that's what I say, Shot up in April, strung out in may, But I know it won't, be too soon, When I'm back on, night train in June, I said that's life, as funny as it may seem, All of my