Lyrics Fear of a Brown Planet - Brown Brigade

Fear of a Brown Planet

Take your business off of my lawn or did you see that sign?
«Well sorry mister I don’t mean to offend
Just let me off this time»
With good intentions and bound by the creed
The leaders drew their lines
But lines turned to concrete walls divided us by signs
Due south but won’t get over!
Can’t cross these childish lines
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the 3rd stone mind
Hands tied can’t help my brothers
Grim reapo man at the door
Retrieving will for the power of six
Provoking thoughts of war
Increase the profit walls to keep them safe within
Fear Of A Brown Planet a movement of peace not skin
Due south but won’t get over!
Can’t cross these childish lines
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the 3rd stone mind
Bass Solo: By Vaughn
Due south but won’t get over!
Can’t cross these childish lines
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the 3rd stone mind