ska

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these days waste away as i think about death and pain, see my friends dressed up like soldiers with their heads ripped off of their shoulders. 3,000 slain in a battle to stop world trade. as i watch from my tv all the bleeding and the screaming, wonder who made the world this way. theres a change in my world today with all the bleeding and the screaming you need someone to blame. its a world where everythings dying and the only thing left is hate. people give up on their own danm lives and they watch some shitty show on how to stereotype. brain washed by the tv and the media and now they're in the capitalism cage. but theres people in the streets tonight with no homes, addicted to the drink that the media sold, living for nothing, there only a hobo. im singin them a song, singin them a song, this ones for the poor and the broken down, cause the rain is cold but the people's souls are colder. colder then the poor crawling on the floor, had to much to drink but they only want more and their dignity aint enough to keep them from crying. oh, but what about the children in the far away lands? just as innocent as the most innocent american. but as their sleepin planes are creepin over head droppen bombs up upon bagdad. their government refused to be abused so we drop em and we kill em all dead. but whats this war for? its all about money sweet money and the price of oil and deficit and i dont care what f***in ranks you're in, i'm gona let you know. no matter how many people you kill there's still no freedom at home. theres people in those lands with differant minds, eyes like yours and eyes like mine. how you gonna kill em when you dont even know them? i'm singin them a song, they pray for a song, to open people's eyes and help us get along. if the melody is enough, god keep them from fighting. fightin all the world, killin all the mothers, shootin all their sons and killin all their brothers. if the melody is enough god keep them from dying. theres people in those lands with differant minds, eyes like yours and eyes like mine. how you gonna kill em when you dont even know them? we know you, yeah we know you. you think of me, the traitor. traitor to the land of the murderers, but your the man, who that make it seem rightous when they fight, with your stupid patriotic closed mind. but its my life and my right. its my right to my life. you can not have my blood. no way i'm gonna die for an economy. you started this war, with your mind on over powering. power kills us all and money makes our goals but music's got my soul and it wont let go. ya talk about a draft, like i'm some kinda tool. but i wont fight this one cause thats a ridiculous rule. i aint gonna go, man i aint gonna go.man i dont think fightin is fun. i aint gonna go, man i aint gonna go. i aint shootin no one. i'd rather be in jail with my head bent down, thinkin of that sound, that beautiful sound. that sound it always stays around. i'll sing another song, this songs for all. let it bring you up when your feelin down, cause the melody is enough to keep you from dyin. live inside your mind, celebrate your time. play your favorite tune, even if its not mine. cause the melody makes money look like poverty. this songs for you.