LYRICS : The MOLOTOV - Limited Sedition

WARNING : Contains Explicit Language and Free Speech.
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All lyrics are written by and copyright SCART (shane carter), The Molotov. .
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Go Back To Sleep

Ladies and Gentlemen . . . .
. . . .
. . . . . . this is a Hostage Situation.
(Remain calm, do not attempt to leave your boxes and don’t try to change the system, or there’ll be recriminations)
We have your taxes . . . . and we’re not afraid to use them . . .
We hold your rights . . . . and we’re not afraid to abuse them . . .
We know where you live so put your hands above your head
and agree with everything we’ve ever done or said
Now vote for Wars, Now Vote for pay cuts
you wanna keep that minimum wage job,then keep ya mouth shut
Get back in line, your wasting time, you’re sick, hungry, tired?
not our problem, now you’re fired.
Ladies and Gentlemen . . . .
. . . .
. . . . . . this is a Terrorist Act.
So lock your doors and windows, live in fear under the bed, one day the boogieman. . . . . . just might attack
He could be yellow, brown, could be black or white
might be your friend ,neighbour,, husband or your wife
you can’t trust anyone, except for us of course
so buy a hundred guns, prepare to barricade your doors.
stock up on fear, stock up on hate
watch only government approved TV , but wait (what’s that)
sound near the window, someone is near
I hear shooting, blood and sirens, oh my god the terrorists are here
CHORUS:
Go back to Sleep
Your Government is in Control
Watch more TV
look, there’s some little shiny toys
and here’s another war
to keep you all distracted while you:
buy..and Buy..and never even question why!
Go back to Sleep
Your Government is in Control
Go back to Sleep
Your Government is in Control
Go back to Sleep
Your Government is in Control
Buy, The Lie, and never ever question why)

tick , tock
tick, tock
what’s it gonna be
do we get bigger hearts
or bigger locks
time’s, up
3,2,1
those who swapped,
freedom for security
get neither one)
Ladies and Gentlemen . . . .
. . . . . . it’s all a communist plot.
:And all these: hippy, commie, union-loving, working class leftwing bleeding hearts, should be taken out and shot!
All this free speech, is doing no-one any good
They’re saying what they want, not saying what they should
They want rights for women, blacks and gays to
poor people, ALL people, It just won’t do
Where will it end? where will it stop?
if everyone one has rights, who’ll work in our sweatshops?
Who’ll be our whippingboys? Who’ll be our whores?
who’ll mop our floors, who’ll fight our endless wars
Attention shoppers . . . .
. . . . . . this is a Public Service Announcement.
Due to our recent aqquisition of your Countries, CEO’s,... will be replacing your Governments
it’s Time to downsize, get rid of these free-loaders
there are no citizens, just tax payers, shareholders
we need profits to go up, wages to fall, so
your either with us or you’re up against the wall
we run the system , We brand your children
We own your Nations and they’re sponsored by the corporations
you wanted safety, you wanted wealth
well now your free to buy
everything,
except freedom it’s self

CHORUS:
Go back to Sleep
Your Government is in Control
Watch more TV
look, there’s some little shiny toys
and here’s another war
to keep you all distracted while you:
buy..and Buy..and never even question why!
Go back to Sleep
Your Government is in Control
Go back to Sleep
Your Government is in Control
Go back to Sleep
Your Government is in Control
Buy, The Lie, and never ever question why)

Get on ya knees & close your eyes
this is how it sounds
when freedom
dies . . . . . . .
.
.
.
.
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Hey-Ho (howard the coward)

Hey, Ho, It’s off to work we Go
The Rich keep gettin Richer
Oh, We get the picture, Yeah we know
next comes Riot Police with Guns
But we ain’t gonna stop
until the fight is won.
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Watch howard the coward
as he now cowers in towers
built by the rich and the powerful
as now they devour
every right that you ever had
every chance that you never had
at last, raping your future
and stealing your past
He wants the nation reversed
and rewound 90 years
women back in the kitchen
and unions, disappeared
the black man in camps
under the heel of the state
a good clean white country with a
Master race
For the sake of their interest ratess
and petty hates they make
brown babies inmates in a prison
well listen, think you’re imune?
You could be joinin’ em soon
you think he cares if you live
or you die?
well he don’t, and here’s why:
If you listen you can see
his little minds vision
creating a system, a prison
his eyes glisten
as he speaks of prosperity
but you’re not understandin, ya see
the “we” that he speaks of
it don’t include “you and me”
he’s goin’ to start
with lower minimum wage
tear a page out of Menzies book
and he took us back to the Stone Age
sound like a history lesson?
Falling Asleep? WELL WAKE UP!
They just Sowed and your
about to get Reaped.
This is what happens if people
vote with their Fears.
ya side with the Bully and BANG
Freedom it disappears.
Trade Agreement? I don’t see one,
all I see is a note, signed by BUSH
that says DO WHAT YOUR TOLD
YEAH
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Hey, Ho, It’s off to work we Go
The Rich keep gettin Richer
Oh, We get the picture, Yeah we know
next comes Riot Police with Guns
But we ain’t gonna stop
until the fight is won.
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Welcome to a Nation
In a State of Sensory Deprivation
Deaf, Dumb and Blinded
by The Fear of Inflation and Invasion
Thanks to Howard
and the Media Whores
Tell you to lock up ya hearts
and lock up ya doors
To asylum seekers
and unmarried Mothers
The Sick, The Disabled
Call Unemployed Dole Bludgers
They keep us divided
with their united front
so Big Business gets
What Big Business wants
a Nation of minimum wage, underpaid casual slaves
afraid to say they ain’t gettin a fair days pay
in case they don’t get work the next day.
Keep us scared with instability
No Security is how they control you and me
So Little Bland Man Now Stands
With His Master Plan Close at Hand
Little Maggot Thatcher Fan
Never seen first hand and he don’t understand
what it’s like in the “Great” Southern Land
it ain’t so funny
if ya ain’t got money
it ain’t all milk and fuckin’ honey
but hey, he ain’t the one
who’s gotta live with the consequnces
Does He?
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Hey, Ho, It’s off to work we Go
The Rich keep gettin Richer
Oh, We get the picture, Yeah we know
next comes Riot Police with Guns
But we ain’t gonna stop
until the fight is won.
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Australia, a failure to understand
they’re assailing ya rights
will just end, with an endless que
and you nowhere in sight
Working Poor
Working More
Kids uneducated
whille Government says:
“Don’t expect the State to pay for it”
Their busy bribing big business
and toeing company lines.
You think times are gettin harder?
Well they’re doin just fine!
They got money to burn off
in mindless wars but none for your
Health or Education
“Serves you right for being Poor”.
They got fear, they got lies
got a sur- plus to buy
anything, that they want, they say don’t
even try, to stand up, for your rights
or they’ll just, knock you down
call you terrorist, beat you down
They’re Lyin, They’re tryin’ to keep ya Blind
They’re tryin’ to cloud ya mind
They’re doin’ it everytime
they’re sellin our countries to companies
look at the money they’re makin
sellin our nations to corporations
till
all that we built has been stolen
sold and controlled by shareholders
told that we’re slaves and that comapnies own us
but if we’re united and stand undivided,
then they can gag us or beat us
but they can never defeat us
so...
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Hey, Ho, It’s off to work we Go
The Rich keep gettin Richer
Oh, We get the picture, Yeah we know
next comes Riot Police with Guns
But we ain’t gonna stop
until the fight is won.

(repeat until arrested ;-)
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DEMOCRACY THE BRAND

Buy, Sell, Wake, Work, Eat, Fuck, Sleep, Die
Buy, Sell, Wake, Work, Eat, Fuck, Sleep, WakeWorkEatFuckSleepDie
Buy, Sell, Wake, Work, Eat, Fuck, Sleep, Die
Buy Buy, Sell Sell, Wake Wake, Work Work, Eat Eat, Fuck Fuck, SleepWakeWorkEatFuckSleepDie

Buy me buy me. lick me try me
buy one, get one, for free, sign me
up and sell me to the man
democracy the brand (X 2)
Sell me sell me, lies n tell me why
why my life just don’t fullfill me
I consume, all i see
an still I’m empty (X 2)
Wake me wake me up and shake me
eyes wired shut, make me
stay awake until I and see
this ain’t reality (X 2)
Work me work me like a slave
blood sweat and tears I gave
Overworked and underpaid
minimum wage slave (X 2)
Eat me Eat me , starve me, feed me
fatten me up, then bleed me
breed me like a judas cow
I’m just a product now (X 2)
Fuck me fuck me, nip and tuck me
sew me back up, then cut me
open wide, come inside
n suck me dry (X 2)
Sleep, Sleep, like the sheep
lambs to the slaughter, sleep
walking in formation
ro-hyp-nol nation (X 2)
Die die, time to die this
life was proudly brought to you by
Slave, Masters, Killers and
Democracy the Brand (X 2)
Democracy the Brand
Democracy the Brand . . . .
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we’re no longer educated . .
we’re just trained,
we’re no longer citizens . . .
we’re tax payers,
it’s not for the good of the country
it’s all for the good of the company
corporate sponsored education
means brainwashing and, indoctrination
means control
of the future
means control
means control . . . . . .
Buy, Sell, Wake, Work, Eat, Fuck, Sleep, Die
Buy, Sell, Wake, Work, Eat, Fuck, Sleep, WakeWorkEatFuckSleepDie (repeated)
Democracy the Brand
Democracy the Brand
Democracy the Brand . . . .
(this is not democracy)
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REVOLUTION (I can see it from here)

The lies they tell ya are
made of the same thing they sell ya
the bullshit you swallow, in whose steps?
in goosesteps you follow
And nations with no more
compassion, compunction
exist now to serve a more corporate function
constraining consumers to boost market share
is the business of government butwhatthe
fuck do they care, sitting
safe in the first world and apathy’s their armour
their angst is short lived, next stop, SUBURBS, new drama
indifference stitched into their sweatshop designs
in their safe little boxes, in their safe little minds
where they work, rest in playstation, so mobile phony
who owns you, exon, microsoft, nike, sony
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(chorus)
Revolution
----------
This ain’t no comunist rant or socialist stance
but fuck this capatalist dance
where the poor get raped
by these corporate whores
all these little yes men and yes women
that feed like parasites off a world in flux
watch six million children die each year
and don’t give a fuck
but oh yeah, they’d care if it were theirs
they’d be out on the street
tryin’ to raise up an army to defeat
any evil empire
That puts greed before (their) needs
not People before profit
somone hand me a molotov
time to blow the lid off it
and if they say that’s extreme
tell ‘em it’s fucking obscene
that corporations have more rights
than some nations have ever seen
while the IMF, takes every cent that they get
they keep the workers in choke holds
keep the third world in debt
so keep spreading global lies
how the hell do they justify
leaving billions in bank vaults
lying idle while people die
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(chorus)
Revolution
----------
They’re droppin media bombs
called propaganda that comes
from corporation that don’twantreal
information to reach ya ,cause they’re
tryin’ to teach ya to consume without question
every product they mention
and every lie they feed ya
so when they,
speak of free markets don’t just accept it
say fuck it, “hey that’s not even (a) reality
that’s just somethin’ you people say (along with)
Global-lies-ation to justify raping nations
and treating people as livestock
locking children in sweat shops
The markets free for the rich
and for the rest it’s a bitch
it’s called monopoly baby
and that’s the way it’ll stay, see
the game is already decided
the coin thatthey flip is one sided
the fix is already in
it’s corruption that wins
they say keep the ball in play
but it ain’t my ball anyway
and it sure as fuck ain’t my game
just illusions to keep me tame
so save your hypocrisy
and keep your corpocracey
and fuck the reality
that you made to imprison me
(chorus)
Revolution

When I take a look around yeah
I can see the revolution from here
I can see it in your eyes, in your faces
in your blood sweat and tears
Yeh, it’s a bitch that the rich they just
take all we make and leave the crumb
but a new day is dawning
n here the revolution comes.

(chorus)
Revolution X 4

(for Mia & Pablo, because another world IS possible)

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The Common

I’m sick of these lyin blind men
they keep huffin and puffin n tellin meabsoloutely nothin
they keep bluffin
yeah
they pretend like we’re friends then they send me off
to war in another land, kill another woman or man over ...

nothin
they say it’s for freedom but I seen em pumpin’ oil
out of iraqi soil and then sellin it at the market
the market kept risin’, one hundred thousand dyin’
bodies flyin’, still they justifyin their profit
so don’t try to tell me we’re doin well
the bullshit you you sell me, ah hell we ain’t even got a democracey
they sold it to pay for, the bombs in the last war
you pretend i got rights then you take em off’a me
this financial voodoo you do, who do you think you are
all you who you hide inside your ivory tower
well fuck bush, fuck howard , fuck blair
I don’t care where they go
long as they’re not in positions of power

(to "our leaders")
If it were your people gettin bombed
still think you’d sing along with this song that they’re singin
allow all this death that they’re bringin?
No
an if i put your babies on death row, in the name of democracey
would YOU vote for ME?
if I torture women and men, and then kill them, it’s a travesty, but if they do it
it’s national security
they say it’s to save them from tyranny
but killing for freedom, is like
raping FOR VIRGINITY
Mr President, Prime Minister
I understand your sinister intent,
I know exactly what you meant.
When you passed law
you said was for
terrorism
but we both know it isn’t
it’s for gagging opposition
A differing opinion
is now called sedition
I state my position
and I’ll end up in prison, so listen
All we see an hear, all this hate an fear on our tv
is the media feedin us a false reality
This ain’t news, it’s just the views
of the rich, that your’re in bed with
who choose, to let the truth
stay on those streets they litter the dead with
this ain’t journalism
it’s just media jism
an i ain’t suckin it, fuck it
I ain’t swallowin
all these weapons of mass distraction
weapons of mass turbation
weapons that never existed? or
weapons you sold em in the first place
in vietnam, afghanistan, iraq or next stop, Iran
whose the next boogeyman
you take a freak, sell em guns, then tell us
they’re dangerous, you hand em more bullets,
then say that you’ll save us
but hey, we weren’t in danger till you came along
& started talkin ya bullshit
sellin ya bombs
playin ya war games, with ya war toys
bunch a redneck, limp dick good ole boyz
well all a you gung-ho little oil whores
here’s a gun, now go fight ya own wars
CHORUS
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
it ain’t the warlords your killin
it’s the common man you bomb
n now i got more in common,
with the people you’re bombin
than i do
with
you
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
killin’ babies n families,
call them acceptable casualties,
then i got more in common,
with the people you’re bombin
than i do
with
you
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
yeah the poor, hungry & strugglin
I know where they’re comin from
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
than i do
with you
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
you send the poor, to kill the poor
to keep the rich, safe from em n’
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
than i do
with you
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I’m sick of these lyin blind men
they keep huffin and puffin n sayin absoloutely nothin
they keep bluffin
yeah
they pretend like we’re friends then they send me off
to war in another land, kill another woman or man over fuckin nothin
they say it’s for freedom but I seen em pumpin’ oil
out of iraqi soil and then sellin it at the market
the market kept risin’, one hundred thousand dyin’
bodies flyin’, still they justifyin their profit
so don’t try to tell me we’re doin well
the bullshit you you sell me, ah hell we ain’t even got a democracey
they sold it to pay for, the bombs in the last war
you pretend i got rights then you take em off’a me
this financial voodoo you do, who do you think you are
all you who you hide inside your ivory tower
well fuck george bush, john howard , tony blair
I don’t care where they go
long as they’re not in positions of power
greed’s their reason, fear is their basis
it’s in, their faces, they’re fascist, they’re racist,
it ain’t zimbabwe they’re invadin, to save the poor from starvation
seems they only launch invasions into, oil rich nations
why weren’t they droppin food instead of bombs
we knew the problem come from when the have lots
don’t help the have none’s n the have nones get guns
it ain’t surprisin, that discontent is risin,
the first world feeds of the third world’s dyin’
bush or bin laden, what’s the difference, I been watchin freaks build empires on the backs of the poor
war for religion, alaha, christ, nations or corporations, well either way,
war is war
the poor end up dead, a bullet in the head
the rich still sleep safe in their beds
dreamin, plannin, sendin more women n men into oblivion
expand their lands, with our blood on their hands...
CHORUS
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
it ain’t the warlords your killin
it’s the common man you bomb
n now i got more in common,
with the people you’re bombin
than i do
with
you
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
killin’ babies n families,
call them acceptable casualties,
then i got more in common,
with the people you’re bombin
than i do
with
you
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
yeah the poor, hungry & strugglin
I know where they’re comin from
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
than i do
with you
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
you send the poor, to kill the poor
to keep the rich, safe from em n’
I got more in common
with the people you’re bombin
than i do
with you
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Spit Molotovs
when they gag you with your flag,
nail your country, over your eyes
when they leave you like a sex crime victim
your hands still tied
when they throw you in a pitch black room
and say “welcome home”
when they say to make an omlette they gotta,
break a coupla bones
when they play, screams over the speakers,
in the middle of the night,
when they pull out, rubber gloves, phone books,
and turn on, the spotlight
when they whisper “freedom is a privelege,
a right to be earned”
whisper back “truth is my freedom,
and ALL flags should be burnt”
CHORUS-=-=-=-
give every idea
the means to defend it’s self
in a war of attrition
and when they come,
give em 21 guns
,say-
“how’s this
for sedition”
Eat Fire
Swallow Fuel
Chew Glass
Spit Molotovs
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When they staple gun dollar bills,
over your eyes and ears
when they shrink wrap your heart
smother your mind in their hate n fears
when they force ya to swallow, tell ya
you should be glad to be free
tell em “i know what ya servin’, and it don’t
smell like freedom to me
when they drag you in front of the camera,
a lawsuit over ya head
when they demand your sources, tell em,
“sorry i don’t speak to the dead”
when staple ya lips shut with law
and tell ya you’re all alone
load ya mind, light ya tongue,
n burn down rome
CHORUS-=-=-=-
give every idea
the means to defend it’s self
in a war of attrition
and when they come,
give em 21 guns
,say-
“how’s this
for sedition”
Eat Fire
Swallow Fuel
Chew Glass
Spit Molotovs
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Music break
Spoken
I will speak my mind, leave me deaf dumb, blind
n I’ll chant in my head
Hold me under the gun, cut out my tongue,
I’ll write down what needs to be said
lock me up for my sins, i’ll open my skin
and the walls will be read
Cause speech will be free
long after you n me
are both dead
Chorus once more
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CABAL

CHORUS
from the cradle to the grave
from the womb, to the tomb
from the dark where we start
to the dark that we move
if all that we get
is the ride in between
don’t live in someone
elses dream
- = - = - = - = - = - =
It don’t cease
it don’t stop
you think it will
it will not
As long as we keep breathing
these bodies keep seething
so we writhe, on a ride
we don’t choose, but refuse
to give up, till we die
till death tries, to drag us
kicking and screaming
from waking, to dreaming
from birth, unto death
until all, we have left
is an old, bag of bones
full of memories, that don’t
stay in place, some erase
some get brighter, with age
and when energies, change
to the form, like before
we we’re born, we get scared
what will I, be if I , not be there
maybe less, maybe more
maybe rides, they get wilder
like circles, get wider
like suns ,they get brighter
a black hole, a core
what if that, be a door
what if apes, become angels
or more, than before
just a cell, in the mind
of a god, or a god
in it’s self, like a con-
sceince ex
-panding
and each one
a ship
that is a landing
evolving
and solving
what if I
am a fragment
just part
of the whole
what if right
when I die
I go back
to the fold
what if i, then release
all i saw, all i know
what if we, then begin
once again, new from old
what if i
start again
like a story
retold
CHORUS
from the cradle to the grave
from the womb, to the tomb
from the dark that we start
to the dark that we move
if all that we get
is the ride in between
don’t live in someone
elses dream
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what if God

is a lie
no Heaven
just a sky
just an animal
with a mind
that can learn
that can hold
what it finds
what if this
is the all
that there is
just a small
spark of life
in an end-
less abyss
but if cha-
os in time
can dream you
into be-ing
why do
you need more
than the all
that your seeing
but
we keep searching
still reaching
still yearning
for gods
for a proof
for a truth
absolute
never learning
we are
what we are,
and no more?
what if we
are the mir-
acle that
we keep look-
ing for
one
single cell
over time
dreams a dream
of sublime
of creation
of ra-
ces of
na-tions
it o-
pens it’s eyes
and it looks
to the skies
it divides
multiplies
and says one
day I’ll fly
to the ends
of the universe
out and beyond
till i know what i am
where I am, where i’m from
till i know how the cell
knows what sto-ry to tell
why the star has it’s heat
where heart gets it’s beat
now if that
isn’t GOD
then you tell
me what is
cause i don’t understand
why we need more than this
why we kill for our stories
of heavens and glories
why we die, for a lie,
because that, is what war is
Repeat Chorus
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