Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Call of Revolt, artist - BenefitDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Call of Revolt |
| We dare not forget today that we are the heirs |
| Of that first Revolution |
| Critical, outlook on life seems miserable |
| Criminals running one nation indivisible |
| Reality is struck, morality is fucked |
| You try to get a job but you’re probably out of luck |
| So you systemize, eating lies politicians sell |
| «Vote for me» reality is «Follow me to hell» |
| Mutated chicken cells 10 on the Richter scales |
| Alcohol on the rise with increased liquor sales |
| Inevitable downfall is evident |
| Spend every cent on your chemical, but can’t pay the rent |
| What’s that all about? |
| Nation under God falling out |
| Free will first amendment rights freedom calling out |
| Prisons are allowing homosexual housing |
| Where faggots fuck in cells and guards find it arousing |
| A prostitute spreads her pussy lips for a target |
| She’s garbage witness primitive animal carnage |
| She’s getting fucked bloody laid out on the carpet |
| So she can buy coke that the government put on the market |
| In lust we trust sniffing dust in the condom I bust |
| Uncle Sam don’t give a fuck about us |
| It’s all monetary get our oils and the military |
| And it very well may be we need revolutionaries |
| If you want to get fisted enlist in the system |
| And get fucked by officials who call themselves Christians |
| I pledge allegiance to the flag |
| Social security number’s my tag |
| Phony-ass politicians with fake charm |
| Catch a bullet in the head I got the right to bear arms |
| Understand that powerful planning is mandatory |
| Often in this category death can be the story |
| Trust no one, be a vigilante, pack a gun |
| Think the cops give a fuck if you run? |
| Come on, son |
| You’ll catch a bullet to the leg, or the back, or the head |
| Hot lead penetrate soft flesh, now you’re dead |
| Game’s over, you lose, ran out of continues |
| This is the real life drama, it’s the Ill Street Blues |
| Our country leads the world in political scandals |
| While graffiti artists are labeled criminal vandals |
| Expert military networks |
| Performing underground radiation so your head hurts |
| Classify everything, tyranny with no king |
| Inaugural poetry, the caged bird sings: |
| O’er the land of the free |
| And the home of the brave |