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...And Out Comes The N-Bomb! Lyrics
Bombs and Bullets Have No Heart
They Only Tear Your Flesh Apart
To live Inside A Battle Zone
The Sins Of Man Can Find A Home
And Home Is Where The Hate Begins
It Doesn't Count Unless It Wins
The Corporate Pigs Keep Getting Fat
And Number One Is Where It's At
There Is No Room For Number Two
Just Stare Into Your T.V. Set
The Cogs Of Industry Grind On
The Lie, The Snitch, the Teacher's Pet
The Cop-Callers Make Up The Glue
And Soon They'll Set There Sights On You
Without The Fear In Which We Drown
Injustice Might Not Keep Us Down
If Your Neighbors Keep You Up At Night
Then Talk To 'Em, Don't Start A Fight
Don't Be So Quick To Call Police
for It's Just The Fascist Cogs You Grease
Why Can't We Try To Make The Best?
The Rest Can Go and Die, We Don't
Want Lies To Educate The Hate
The Rest Can Choke On Fate and Apple Pie
So With The Choice you Make
Your Wal-Mart Life Becomes A Fake
The Plastic Crasstic Sick Facade
Becomes Your Ever-Loving God
Diversion Fuels This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television
And We Become A Mindless Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most
And All These Unjust Laws and Codes
When Freedom Rots, The Soul Erods
And A Microscopic Brain Incision
Hooks You To Your Television
A Branded Car, A Branded Wife
A Branded Home and A Branded Life
to Wash and Clean A Spotless Day
And Pills To Clean Your Thoughts Away
A Sterile, Gated Hateful Place
Where Cleanest, Whitest Wins The Race
And All Those Who Don't Fit The Mold
Can Starve and Die Out In The Cold
Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television
And We Become A Mindless Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most
Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television [3x]
And We Become A Shattered Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Swollen, Most!
They Only Tear Your Flesh Apart
To live Inside A Battle Zone
The Sins Of Man Can Find A Home
And Home Is Where The Hate Begins
It Doesn't Count Unless It Wins
The Corporate Pigs Keep Getting Fat
And Number One Is Where It's At
There Is No Room For Number Two
Just Stare Into Your T.V. Set
The Cogs Of Industry Grind On
The Lie, The Snitch, the Teacher's Pet
The Cop-Callers Make Up The Glue
And Soon They'll Set There Sights On You
Without The Fear In Which We Drown
Injustice Might Not Keep Us Down
Then Talk To 'Em, Don't Start A Fight
Don't Be So Quick To Call Police
for It's Just The Fascist Cogs You Grease
Why Can't We Try To Make The Best?
The Rest Can Go and Die, We Don't
Want Lies To Educate The Hate
The Rest Can Choke On Fate and Apple Pie
Your Wal-Mart Life Becomes A Fake
The Plastic Crasstic Sick Facade
Becomes Your Ever-Loving God
Diversion Fuels This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television
And We Become A Mindless Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most
And All These Unjust Laws and Codes
When Freedom Rots, The Soul Erods
And A Microscopic Brain Incision
Hooks You To Your Television
A Branded Car, A Branded Wife
A Branded Home and A Branded Life
to Wash and Clean A Spotless Day
And Pills To Clean Your Thoughts Away
A Sterile, Gated Hateful Place
Where Cleanest, Whitest Wins The Race
And All Those Who Don't Fit The Mold
Can Starve and Die Out In The Cold
Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television
And We Become A Mindless Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Most
Diversion Feeds This Sterile Vision
With War and Lies On Television [3x]
And We Become A Shattered Ghost
Richest, Fattest, Deadest, Swollen, Most!
Song Info
Submitted by
acidmaniac On Mar 21, 2007
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I haven't heard the song but the title sounds really similiar to Rancid's album "...And Out Come the Wolves".
Its from Deadline the Crack and Fish split. Its an awesome song
ya it is almost exactly like rancids 3rd album, and i know that LoC hates Rancid...sooo what does this song have to do with Rancid?????
the title refers to the word nigger, hence n-bomb. LoC believes that punks like Rancid are all too comfortable to use the word in an "all-white group." You should read the text in the Deadline booklet.
yeah.. they're poking fun at rancid
i don't know how they jumped to the conclusion that Rancid somehow vicariously condones racism. ever hear Rancid's song "Hooligan" or "Coppers"?
KELLE has it right. ....rancid arent a bunch of racists. theyre pretty cool with everyone... blacks, fags, etc... but its true that a lot of white folk tend to feel a little too comfotable whipping out the n-bomb in a group of other white meat liek themselves. its fucked, and LoC is just pointing that out. people do that shit everyday... they say they dont discriminate but then turn around and make a comment that thy would never utter in front of the targeted party.
LoC are kind of hypocrits for this song since I heard stories of them refering to each others as fags and niggas on stage.
BlackLung has it right. ....rancid arent a bunch of racists. theyre pretty cool with everyone... blacks, fags, etc... but its true that a lot of white folk tend to feel a little too comfotable whipping out the n-bomb in a group of other white meat liek themselves. its fucked, and LoC is just pointing that out. people do that shit everyday... they say they dont discriminate but then turn around and make a comment that thy would never utter in front of the targeted party.
@Mother_Superior kinda like how you just used the word "fag" nonchalantly? (well not just, I mean it was six years ago but still)
@Mother_Superior kinda like how you just used the word "fag" nonchalantly? (well not just, I mean it was six years ago but still)