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Welcome to the U.S.S.A. lyrics
This CD was released in 1998 but many of the lyrics were written years before that.
E.O.T.W.F.P.
In God we trust
So they lie through their teeth
Manipulating ministers
Try to dictate our beliefs
The government lies
There is no right or wrong
No matter who's elected
The machine always rolls on
Too late! Too late!
Authority has lied
In their face the youth will place
The reasons we have died.
Too late! Too late!
The end is coming soon
Too many blind will ever find
The world will meet it's doom
Does anybody out there
Know what time it is?
Does anybody really
Know what time it is?
Well look around and listen up
And I'll tell you what time it is
It's the end of the world FUCKING PERIOD!
It's the end of the world FUCKING PERIOD!
It's the end of the world FUCKING PERIOD!
We all must die!
So enjoy the ride!
(repeat two times)
Welcome To The USSA
A white boy is a minority
In the land of opportunity
Cut your hair, wear a suit and tie
If you don't they won't let you try
Try to get a job if you're male and white
There's no hiring quotas, no civil rights
Even Uncle Sam only hires minorities
Whatever happened to equal opportunities
Banks and Congress openly steal and rob
While I was just trying to do a job
They said, "Take this test." I said "No!"
They said, "Sorry son, you have to go."
That's why I'm an outlaw!
'Cause I won't take a piss test!
I'm an outlaw!
'Cause I won't live like the rest!
The police are not here to protect but harass
Always out trying to bust your ass
Allowed to stop and search at any time
If you don't have a thing they make up a crime
The ones our Government called on to serve
Are still waiting to get what they deserve
Used up and thrown away, part of a machine
Wasted lives that are now shattered dreams
They steal our rights and tell us how to live
Like laws about weed and having a kid
Laws that tell us where to go and what to do
Until they rule our lives they won't be through
(chorus)
TV preachers steal in the name of God
From the old, ignorant and poor they rob
Living their lives like a Penthouse letter
Saying God forgives them 'cause they're so much better
Back before the fifties, how did they survive?
Without the boob tube to be our guide
Now our society is run by a box
Who controls the channels, controls the locks
Government restraints on society
Fueled by fear and insanity
You're guilty first, so prove your innocence
Who changed the laws? It don't make sense!
(chorus)
That's because they changed the rules
And the country we live in
Welcome to the USSA!
Welcome to the USSA!
The United Socialist States Of America
Pigs On Patrol
Standing on the corner minding my own affair
A cop comes along, tells me I can't stand there
So I take a little walk up around the bend
Stop for a second, here comes that pig again
Hassles from assholes!
Pigs on patrol!
Hassles from assholes!
Pigs on patrol!
So I'm driving in my van, blue lights behind start to flash
The cop pulls me over, searches me and finds my stash
He says, "Boy, you're in trouble, we got you for selling dope."
I say "Hey, that's my stash, I just gotta have a little smoke."
(chorus)
So they take me to the station, throw me in the County jail
They steal my van, take my cash, set up a $5000 bail
Now I'm standing in the Courtroom, the judge stares down at me
He says, " We don't like your kind, you're a menace to society, society, society......"
Don't Forget
Kill 'em all! Let God sort 'em out!
Kill 'em all! Don't leave any doubt!
For months you've trained to be a soldier
And now the payments due
You move out with your unit
As your commander shoots at you
Don't forget! They are the enemy!
Don't forget! Kill all that you see!
Don't forget! You're all trained to kill!
Don't forget! It's their blood we spill!
All of the time, for talk is over
You move out with your gun cocked
You're scared but you won't show it
And in your head the words are locked
Kill 'em all
The first sounds of gunfire are felt
You know you're hit in the head
You look at your dead commander
You flash back to the words he said
(chorus)
You go from pain to cold and numb
Now you don't feel anything
As you lay dying on the hard, cold ground
In your head the words still ring
Kill 'em all! Let God sort 'em out!
Kill 'em all! Don't leave any doubt!
GI Joe Went To War
Joe was trained to fight
By our Government
Was sent to a foreign land
By our Government
Was told to give his life
By our Government
Now he lives on the streets, Neglected
By our Government
Joe was a young boy with a bright future
A good job, a fine car and a steady
Just out of high school at eighteen
Then he got a letter telling him to get ready
The Government needed him to defend our land
From the evil of communist ways
It was his duty to go, to prove he's a man
So he left his home and his happy days
GI Joe went to war
And wishes he never came back
When they called he answered
And threw his life off track
GI Joe went to war
And wishes he never came back
He gave his past, his future
When will he be paid back?
Sent away to a foreign land
he was told to kill the enemy
For reasons he didn't understand
People who didn't think like him or me
Living in a world he never knew existed
He served his time and got out alive
When he got home everything had changed
Nothing of his past future still survived
Riding on a bus through a hostile land
Wire on the windows to keep out the stones
This is not the foreign country
This is the land and people of his own
Ignored by all of the people who once told him what to do
Forgotten by his government who doesn't need him
'Cause he's through
(chorus)
Shunned by those who he protected
Hated and despised by everyone else
They'll never know the sacrificies he made
They only care about themselves
He uses the training that he received
For survival in the wilderness
But the land and enemy have changed
It's a big city and his lonliness
Trained to forage on his own for food
When stuck in unfriendly lands
Now he forages for his food
In unfriendly garbage cans
Trained to live out in the open
Battling the weather without a tent
He's still living in the open
Living without shelter on cement
What's done is done
What happened happened
It's time to clean up
This national disgrace
We give aid to those who attack us
And neglect those who defended this place
The real veterans deserve this land
Yet we sell it to foriegn countries
A Government no longer
Of the people
For the people
How can you trust it when it sells out it's army?
A Pro-Life Decision TOP
Get a hangar and a Hoover vac
Back street abortions are back!
Don't need a doctor, any butcher can hack
Back street abortions are back!
It's the woman who gets the incision
So it's her right to make the decision
But if the pro-life movement has it's way
Blood red alleys will run this way
Run this way, run this way
Pro-Life Decision
Pro-Life Decision
Pro-Life Decision
Get a hangar and a Hoover vac
Back street abortions are back!
Don't need a doctor, any butcher can hack
Back street abortions are back!
Manmade Religion TOP
Christianity is insanity
It's not what Christ intended
Destruction of man, death of the land
Is what their bible portended
Follow the lost dream
Work for their machine
A way of life pretended
A world of soulless souls
Lost in their black holes
A galaxy unmended
Now their running scared
Now their schemes unbared
Now their time is ended
Look in a child's eye
They know it's all a lie
The gardens left untended
Jesus, Jesus, they're using your name
God almighty, how they take it in vain
using the church for their personal gain
Lord in heaven have we gone insane?
Letting false prophets
Preach in your name!
Letting false prophets
Tell us we're to blame!
Letting false prophets
Have power and fame!
Letting false prophets
Spread lies in your name!
Manmade religion
It's always the same
Manmade religion
Brings torture and pain
Manmade religion
Salvation to sell
Manmade religion
Will lead us to hell!
Media Judge
Nothing is new or funny anymore
No Muppets; No Bloom County; No Stooges; No Walt; No Mork; No more
The right has struck, we're out of luck
Now they control what we see, hear, feel; Our Soul
Watch TV, see what you see, what is reality
TV keeps the masses uninformed
It tries to keep us uninformed
By telling us
What to wear, where to live
What to eat, how to live
Where to go, who is right
How to act, who is wrong
How to love, who is famous
What to do, who will lead us
And it's all edited into a neat little package
The highest paid people in
This country do not;
Feed us, build us shelter
Protect us, Heal us
Clothe us, educate us or lead us
They only entertain us
Movie stars, television people, sports figures
And all the other countless
Number of people behind them
All pretending to be people they are not
Or just playing games
And these are the most influential people of our time!?!
These are our leaders?!?
What the hell is going on?
And who pays for their Astronomical salaries?
We do! Me and you and you and you.......
These people get their money from producers and team owners
Who recieve it from the networks
Who receive it from advertising
Which is paid for by higher prices
Which is paid for by us, "The Consumer."
If technology was suppossed to make products
Better and faster at a lower cost
How come a loaf of bread that costs a nickel sixty years ago
Now costs two dollars or more;
And the farmers are fucking broke!
My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of gore and greed
Of death I sing
Land that's lost it's pride
Land where all freedoms died
Our life TV decides
Where's the remote control?
This is a land now run by television religion
People cannot exist without TV
Everything depends on it
Our Government, Our Lifestyle, Our Life
When they pull the plug
Chaos will control and where would all that money go?
Working Class Wasteland
work all of your life trying to survive
Make enough money to barely stay alive
Pay rent, pay bills, buy food, fix the car
The money that you make never goes very far
When you lose your job, what will you do?
The bills still come, the money is through
Out looking for work so that you can eat
So everyday your feet pound the streets
Working class wasteland
In the corporate mainland
Dead end job in a dead end life
Working class wasteland
In the corporate mainland
Dead end job in a dead end life
No money, no income, no future, no hope
You no longer feel able to cope
Weeks become months, all hope disappears
Is this what you worked for all of your years?
(chorus)
Working class wasteland
In the corporate mainland
Working class wasteland
In the corporate mainland
The B.O.A.'s
I pay a visit to my bank
I ask a teller to help me
But they can't even speak english
And charge me a two dollar fee
I try to use my ATM
once again out of luck
I only have eighteen dollars
And they charge me another buck
I call someone on the bank phone
to try and find out the cost
"You've spoken to a real person,
You must deduct another loss."
They ask you for your money
Then charge you to get it back?
The banks of America
Don't care about you or me
There's only one reason
They exist for control of all the money
The banks of America
Don't care about you or me
They're only corporate partners
Working for the great machine
If you have a money problem
Even if no fault of your own
Look to a bank for extra help
They stone face you and take your home
People losing their life savings
When the bank they trusted has failed
Many are caused by bank officers
Who are seldom, if ever jailed
People on the streets are starving
As farmers are forced from their land
By banks who only want profit
So they let idle fields stand
In 1996 the banks made a profit of $54,000,000,000!
(chorus)
Corporate Mainland
(Welcome To The USSA)
I'm driving across the country
Look around, what do I see
Everything has the same name
Everything looks the same to me
Everyone shops at the same mall
Everyone dresses the same way
Everyone eats the same food
It's the same from day to day
A continuous line of red lights
That stretches from sea to sea
An endless road of pavement
That's bordered by the companies
They're pushing out the little man
The end of competition
Until we are all the same
In the land of conformation
Welcome to the corporate mainland
Working for the great machine
Welcome to the corporate mainland
It's a 1984 scene
The more you work
The more you need
And the more you need to work
Days and weeks go flying by
'Til your life is just a blur
Slaves to new technology
With It's network manacles
Cut of from reality
In your rat maze cubicles
You're just a computer number
Lost surfing on the Internet
Filed away in memory
Controlled by the Government
Awarding mediocrity
With medals for the average
Massing us into one lump sum
That's easier to manage
(chorus)
Weeding out the different
In the name of equalization
Now we are all the same
In the land of conformation
(chorus)
The Madman
Only the insane
Can see what you sensed
Feel what you thought
Hear what was whispered
in the back of your mind
Hear the waves fall on the ocean
See the madman lose control
A quest that never ended
A dream he could not hold
He wanders through space now
Killing empty time
The strange world that he lives in
Was created in his mind
He senses others presence
But he don't really care
They try to confuse him
His dream he cannot share
Too late, too late
Authority has lied
In their face the youth will place
The reasons we have died
'Cause a madman lives in a world of his own
Which no one can conceive
He bides his time, He waits 'til it's right
When everyone must leave
That's when he knows his words will come true
But there's nothing left to fear
Destruction of Earth, death of man
There's no one left to hear
He knows just what he's doing
He does it on his own
Forgetting things behind him
He pushes on alone
You wonder where he's gone to
'Cause you're not sure where he's been
You look for him to falter
But he comes through in the end
The words he says frightens you
But you laugh at him instead
You know he's true, but you don't care
You wish that he was dead
Too late, too late
The end is coming soon
Too many blind to ever find
The world will meet it's doom
(chorus)
If you search for the truth
You shall see it
Look for evil
You will be it
Green Revolution
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he filled up the bowl
And called for his fiddlers three
Hit it!
There is a story of a guy named Steve
He and his wife went to jail for smoking weed
Prison's overcrowded, still they jail you for weed?
I don't see the reason, I don't see the need!
A suspected pot dealer's
asleep at night
Through the windows they crashed
To shoot on sight
His wife grabbed the phone
Call the police he told her
But they were already there
Committing murder
Wake up America and see the light!
It's time for a Green Revolution
It's against ourselves that we fight!
It's time for a Green Revolution
Wake up America and see the light!
It's time for a Green Revolution
Look around people,
Do you feel safe from crime?
Or do you think the cops
Are just wasting time.
Out busting people
For smoking pot,
While your daughters get raped
And your sons get shot.
You see marijuana's an herb
Not a drug or narcotic,
But they use our army
And taxes to fight it.
Busted for growing weed
In the yard out back
While our cities are flooded
With speed, coke and crack.
(chorus)
They keep it illegal
And I don't see why
Nobody freaked out
From just getting high.
Compare the deaths
From weed in a bowl
To prescription drugs,
Cigarettes and alcohol.
All were asking is
Leave pot alone,
Don't throw us in jail,
Don't raid our homes.
If it's only pot
Don't make a bust.
We ain't hurting you,
Why are you hurting us?
(chorus)
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