slice the throat of authority imagining infinity greasy smoke billows into the sky coach roach dreams, the human dust of pain twitching screaming hide your razor face
insane Slice the throat of authority Imagining infinity Greasy smoke billows into the sky Coach roach dreams, the human dust of pain Twitching screaming hide your razor face
I want to be the minority I don't need your authority Down with the moral majority 'Cause I want to be the minority I pledge allegiance to the underworld
upon the seas And pitched a tent in the Heavens for the sun The Author of the universe is the Father who loves me So only one conclusion can be drawn When I face
Got out storiesa?¦old and new Need someone to tell 'em to CHORUS We don't have to be eye to eye (face to face) I'm not asking for miracles (or saving
me and her Well, it must be a holiday, there's nobody around She studies me closely as I sit down She got a pretty face, with long white shiny legs I
the day That the author dedicates it To a century of fakers They took your mold and they burned it on the fire In history today Yeah, the author dedicates
upon my private throne And run my lifestyle all alone Me, myself and I agree We don't need nobody else I never learned to bow, bend or crawl To any known authority
obedient life You're cut like a double-edged knife Nothing's free, nothing's free Oh, you pay me Free to ignore the bored of authority Free to spit in the face
back...brother... Face down...brother... Face down... Face down...brother... Face down...almost...fired... Face down...I got a gun... Face down... I got a gun...I got a gun... Face
been told that all of gold Is worth so much it can't be sold No time to weep she'll need her sleep Tomorrow When she carries her face to the market
well runs dry no blood to spill, Castrate the pig, a testament to free will The absolute rejection of authority, The absolute rejection of authority, The absolute rejection of authority
I deny the system of hypocrisy and greed Diarrhea of empty words from faces on a screen Forcing people to support a fake democracy Filling their pockets
I could swing back and fourth for three days (rephrase!) If I had two horses, and I beat 'em with authority I'd gallop all the way to Canada to see your face
Big bad and blue They're in the Klan too Brutality is their sport We'll put 'em to the torch Dead Cops -- Rebel, rebel on the street Makeup on my face
. With all that I love, I hate you. Dear author of rape, vain murder, And greed, lust, lies, molest, and envy, From me you get no sympathy. I long to see your face
To be the motion actor two broken strings attracted To groom my face in life and doom Hesitate to throw a coin in, a wish could be a bad thing My mouth
I said everybody kill or be killed So everybody, come on, everybody I said everybody I've seen a lot of things make me the enemy I spit into the face of your authority