[Verse 1] Live from the working class trash bin Where I'm surrounded by tax payers and soon-to-be has-beens Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense And black families are pissed on with harrassment See everynight there's gun shots a couple streets from here Where young Chris and both his brothers tuck and sleep in fear Where runny streams of tears pour down they faces The way they treat this shit gets on my nerve agents Apparently my arrogance is feeling like the air against the gate up at the cemetary in the sanitarium The Aryans and all of the nefarious amulet wearin Libertarians is scared to death tearin the hair again American marriages wearin thin as parents prepare to carefully bury their cherished kids in a garrison Attackin full speed with torches in their chariots like "Dont listen to Jay-Z that supports the terrorists!" You gotta understand people Iraq is strong They got 2 headed soldiers and secret magic bombs And flying dragons that'll eat the stomachs out their victims And magic wands that'll cripple cable television Look Bush, there's a difference between change in regime and blowin half the world off the face of the map But if the Muslims got it right I promise you Allah's gonna be pretty upset at you for that [Chorus] I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? And hang me from my family tree I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? So I can shoot my t.v. [Verse 2] I'm feeling so disgruntled and aroused to pull it To shoot a conservative with a liberal amount of bullets This is America...we roll thick Like natives traded their land and souls for casino chips 2,000 died for you to unite Blood shot eyes and pissed because it ruined your flight Taking silencers and screwin them tight durin the ride home To smell the apple pie, green grass, and pinecones A different type of threats upon the soccer-moms It's blackness to the Sun's corona during Ramadan David Koresh doesn't represent you blue-eyes But Bin Laden started a sick perverted holocaust My Muslim friends never acted like villains But these yuppy women see em' and they grab their 5 children 'Cause Christ turned water to wine, but blood is thicker What are you people representing with these bumper stickers? A place where inner-city kids play reluctantly? And, F.D.N.Y.'s the #1 clothing company? And, the Presidential niece is sniffin all the drugs But kids up in Rawanda shrug while eating water bugs We all got a jug of brew cracked In the Center of attention thinkin World Trade means shoot back Genius Anglosaxons That think if you move a million units overseas you go platinum But nah go back to your reality show You in the front row, just sit and let the casualties grow And eventhough I pay these veterans respect I won' pick a gun up and shoot and kill someone I've never even met It's alright to the point their ain't shit left Except a blizzard of ashes and radiated insects You see these parents want these kids to enlist 'Til their kids are the ones who get murdered by this bullshit! [Chorus] I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? And hang me from my family tree I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? So I can shoot my t.v. I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? And hang me from my family tree I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? So I can shoot my t.v.
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1] Live from the working class trash bin Where I'm surrounded by tax payers and soon-to-be has-beens Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense And black families are pissed on with harrassment See everynight there's gun shots a couple streets from here Where young Chris and both his brothers tuck and sleep in fear Where runny streams of tears pour down they faces The way they treat this shit gets on my nerve agents Apparently my arrogance is feeling like the air against the gate up at the cemetary in the sanitarium The Aryans and all of the nefarious amulet wearin Libertarians is scared to death tearin the hair again American marriages wearin thin as parents prepare to carefully bury their cherished kids in a garrison Attackin full speed with torches in their chariots like "Dont listen to Jay-Z that supports the terrorists!" You gotta understand people Iraq is strong They got 2 headed soldiers and secret magic bombs And flying dragons that'll eat the stomachs out their victims And magic wands that'll cripple cable television Look Bush, there's a difference between change in regime and blowin half the world off the face of the map But if the Muslims got it right I promise you Allah's gonna be pretty upset at you for that [Chorus] I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? And hang me from my family tree I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? So I can shoot my t.v. [Verse 2] I'm feeling so disgruntled and aroused to pull it To shoot a conservative with a liberal amount of bullets This is America...we roll thick Like natives traded their land and souls for casino chips 2,000 died for you to unite Blood shot eyes and pissed because it ruined your flight Taking silencers and screwin them tight durin the ride home To smell the apple pie, green grass, and pinecones A different type of threats upon the soccer-moms It's blackness to the Sun's corona during Ramadan David Koresh doesn't represent you blue-eyes But Bin Laden started a sick perverted holocaust My Muslim friends never acted like villains But these yuppy women see em' and they grab their 5 children 'Cause Christ turned water to wine, but blood is thicker What are you people representing with these bumper stickers? A place where inner-city kids play reluctantly? And, F.D.N.Y.'s the #1 clothing company? And, the Presidential niece is sniffin all the drugs But kids up in Rawanda shrug while eating water bugs We all got a jug of brew cracked In the Center of attention thinkin World Trade means shoot back Genius Anglosaxons That think if you move a million units overseas you go platinum But nah go back to your reality show You in the front row, just sit and let the casualties grow And eventhough I pay these veterans respect I won' pick a gun up and shoot and kill someone I've never even met It's alright to the point their ain't shit left Except a blizzard of ashes and radiated insects You see these parents want these kids to enlist 'Til their kids are the ones who get murdered by this bullshit! [Chorus] I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? And hang me from my family tree I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? So I can shoot my t.v. I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? And hang me from my family tree I never fought for a cause I did not believe in Especially if the cause did not believe in me So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo? So I can shoot my t.v.
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