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Narrow minded rednecks, such lame mentality Believe in old time standards, like guns and bigotry They say they're proud of their home This fine old U.
Do you think that all blacks are niggers? Ignorance is an attitude You wallow in your racist stupor Have you really stopped to think? Do you believe
See those kids, so young and free I guess that's how it use ta be So caught up in themselves, they just don't see But standing hard gives us this right
I know I've cried so many times, by far I've had some doubts, And faces, faces, faces change, but still I have to shout, Things have had me worried, will
Walk the streets, you point at me, yeah hardcore pride is what you see Your insults are a parody, cos you're so fucking scared of me [Chorus] We're skinheads
I woke up from a dream, I could've sworn I heard the phone Fan's blowing in the corner like it does when she's at home Familiar desperate feeling, always
I grew up with love and affection Know what it means to spread that infection. No matter waht may stand in my way. This energy within, it guides me day
I guess the others turned their backs on what they now call shit, It doesn't really matter 'cause it's their words I forget, If 'core is dead, they've
Something's creeping up your way, With cans of pain and things to say. We wait until the dead of night, Then nail everything in sight. (Chorus) We
Yeah, you do drugs, you know I don't, Yet it's a trend just 'cos I don't, Leave me be, can't you see, I hate the way it fuckin' smells. I hate the way
Take your pick and make a stand, With no regrets or change of plan, Keep your head, don't be afraid, Be proud of the choice you've made. Support your
if what you see is what you get. just look toward us and never fret. i'll sing this 'till i can't no more. a part of what i'm waiting for. it's there
I don't need you to tell me, what I've got to do I'm counting all the days, till I'm rid of you Tell me what to do, tell me what to say But no more fuckers
Through troubled times, news of hatred, death and war, Find signs of an end, but it may just seem to be okay, And I'm not alone, when I say I feel enough
The older I become I can't help thinking hard about, What's really gonna happen, And what's in store for Us and them is bullshit, And if we're gonna make
So you're tired of hearing us moan and complain, Just 'cos you don't feel it, Don't mean there's no pain. Some are brought up and let down, Then run through
're taking up space (Repeat Chorus) Are you happy? Are you proud? Then sing real loud! (Repeat Chorus) Note: The original version of this song (This is the Angry) appeared on a 7