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Immigrants & Hypocrites Lyrics
we're all immigrants & hypocrites
delusionals & sycophants
we pretend to play a special part
& born in pain we fall apart
it's the same game with the same players
where dying dreams are strung on prayers
(it's) a never ending battle just to be
it's all put off til another day
we all get old and waste away
the lust for dollars makes no sense
we squat the world or pay the rents
and when it's all been said & done
our joyless lives devoid of fun
i know it's all been said before
our nation's rotten to the core
fuck all flags & fuck your face
you're the garbage of the human race
change the color, change the name
the greedy fucks are all the same
& everywhere that you can go
there's always someone in control
fat faced, dollar signs for eyes
on starving nations they rely
we're all immigrants & hypocrites
delusionals & sycophants
we pretend to play a special part
& born in pain we fall apart
it's the same game with the same players
where dying dreams are strung on prayers
(it's) a never ending battle just to be
the arbitrary borders stand
a line of blood through stolen lands
that little flag upon your sleeve
shows off you're stupid and naive
or maybe you believe the lies
through beady ignoramus eyes
it's no surprise you're outta luck
your mama rasied a stupid fuck
oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
we'll all sleep when we're dead
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
we'll all sleep/let's break it down
& somewhere beyond the thunder-dome
someday we just might find a home
autonomistic paradise
worth all the world without a price
& we can all be happy there
eat Soylent Green, breathe soylent air
& never rest our weary heads
we can all sleep when we're dead
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
we'll all sleep when we're dead
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
we'll all sleep when we're dead
delusionals & sycophants
we pretend to play a special part
& born in pain we fall apart
it's the same game with the same players
where dying dreams are strung on prayers
(it's) a never ending battle just to be
we all get old and waste away
the lust for dollars makes no sense
we squat the world or pay the rents
and when it's all been said & done
our joyless lives devoid of fun
i know it's all been said before
our nation's rotten to the core
you're the garbage of the human race
change the color, change the name
the greedy fucks are all the same
& everywhere that you can go
there's always someone in control
fat faced, dollar signs for eyes
on starving nations they rely
delusionals & sycophants
we pretend to play a special part
& born in pain we fall apart
it's the same game with the same players
where dying dreams are strung on prayers
(it's) a never ending battle just to be
a line of blood through stolen lands
that little flag upon your sleeve
shows off you're stupid and naive
or maybe you believe the lies
through beady ignoramus eyes
it's no surprise you're outta luck
your mama rasied a stupid fuck
oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
we'll all sleep when we're dead
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
we'll all sleep/let's break it down
someday we just might find a home
autonomistic paradise
worth all the world without a price
& we can all be happy there
eat Soylent Green, breathe soylent air
& never rest our weary heads
we can all sleep when we're dead
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
we'll all sleep when we're dead
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
we'll all sleep when we're dead
Song Info
Submitted by
lzacrack666 On Oct 08, 2008
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My favorite song on the album. It's a pretty straight forward and precise social and political commentary that you can expect from any of the crack rock steady seven.
"it's no surprise you're outta luck your mama rasied a stupid fuck"
My favorite line, reminds me of the line from gay rude boys unite,
"you know i'm not pc, i'll shoot your kid at school, cause he's gonna grow up to be a fucking asshole just like you."
great band, great album.