It's been a while since they shot him down.
These guys with guns they get around.
They save their fucking monument
To murder. It's a circus tent.

Them Memphis guns they had their day,
Blowing lots of blacks away.
The blacks they tortured one of theirs.
It's seven to one and no one cares.

I wanna see a tribe of Indians.
Armed and angry Indians.
I wanna see a thousand angry punks.
Unite with filthy gutter drunks.
Why not even up the score.
If we don't they'll just kill some more.

I love Norm.
You should too.
But I'm not gonna tell you what to do.
I'll just laugh while you bitch about your problems,
But don't bitch at us just because we know the truth.

Lyrics submitted by FearAndLoathing

Official Terrorism song meanings
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