The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you
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Sit back and listen to this devious tale I'm talkin about the country from which you all hail Built on the bodies of Indians and slaves A story of destiny and the land that it craves It happen to be genocide in the 1st degree But now it's called American pride the land of the free So when you wave your flag and tell me love it or leave it You think of the price tag, revolution will see it Comin around the corner and it can't be stopped It's the big bad Mexican with the glock cocked They slaughtered woman and children and at wounded knee No conscience about Hiroshima or Nagasaki The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you
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We live large in the United States So you wonder why we want to smash the state Well the answer is in the Zapatista wind It lies in the facts that we're about to begin We got hot running water and food on the plate Which makes it difficult for you to feel irate Ya live comfy, yeah that's how your livin! Cuz survival to you, its just a given While 3Z4's of the world are trying to stay alive A country of color can barely survive No hot running water or food on their plates Marginal existence is their constant state But its not because they can't, ya see they're not allowed They get beat down by the US Mafia crowd The CIA-FBI-IMF-crew The world class multinational wrecking crew So in the first world, you live like you do Because the so-called third worlds are supporting you Ya ask what is the motive? And what is the reason? Well to the fat man powers always in season Control means money and money means power But to the real revolutionary we're waiting on the hour To annihilate the rich, spread back to the poor Terminate the pigs till it exists no more!!!! Terminate the pigs till it exists no more!!!! The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you