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People's War
03:00
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People's War, time to fight
Annihilate the bourgeosie
Round them up hunt them down
Red terror makes us free
Bosses, bankers, landlords,
Bullshit politicians
Cops, CSIS, army:
That's the enemy.
Rich stay rich, poor stay poor, what we need is people's war.
Rich stay rich, poor stay poor, what we need is people's war.
Our country is a prison
For millions of oppressed
The very land we stand on
Is a dividend of theft
Entire peoples wiped out
For the profit of a few
People's war returns it
to the dispossessed.
Rich stay rich, poor stay poor, what we need is people's war.
Rich stay rich, poor stay poor, what we need is people's war.
The brutality we built here
Is exported all around
Extorting super profits
And keeps the third-world down
We owe it to all peoples
To smash it at its source
Canada, imperialism
Burn it to the ground.
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Racist Overtons
01:58
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I hate the president
And all of his supporters.
They want to build an ethno-state
And close the fuckin' borders.
They've made useful idiots
Of liberal reporters.
And mobilized an army of
Professional deporters.
They say it's natural
To harbour bigotry.
That others have to live in chains
If you want to be free.
Made it more acceptable
In polite society
To push for segregation
To protect white identity.
Don't you fuckin' kid yourself.
It could happen here just as easily.
Your liberal Canadian smugness,
Only serves to help the enemy.
We invented concentration camps,
And shoot Indigenous kids on our property.
Your soft-serve nationalism,
Makes you blind to reality.
We've got to try and stem the tide
Before the window shuts
It won't be safe or easy
And we've got to show some guts.
We've got to make them history
No if, ands, or buts.
Accelerate white genocide:
Kick a Nazi in the nuts.
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3. |
Bootlicker
03:13
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You're the kinda guy who thinks
As you stay poor and your pay shrinks
The rich deserve everything they get.
You could be in charge some day
If you just grin and bear it maybe
You're every boss's favourite little pet.
When they say run you say how fast.
You've got your nose right up their ass.
You're something of a yes-sir connoisseur.
You'd sell out all your friends
To further your own ends
Because you're a...
Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots
You'd guard the concentration camps
Try not to think about
The kids that you sent at gun point to their deaths
You'd let your own mother die
If you could meet your KPI
Claim innocence until your final breath
Doesn't matter who you screw
Evil is banal for you
Follow orders, do your job and pray
Doesn't matter, wrong or right
As long as you can sleep at night
Because you're a...
Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots
What is your favourite flavour of leather?
What is your favourite flavour of boot?
You think that our problems are caused by disorder
Your favourite colour is a thin line of blue.
What is your favourite flavour of leather?
What is your favourite flavour of boot?
You'd tell the pigs about all your neighbours
Your favourite colour is a thin line of blue.
Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots
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Fight/Fail
02:53
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Pushed us to the wall this time and left us with no choice.
1000 single grievances all forged into one voice.
You'll treat us like we're people or you'll be dealing with us all.
Another trench in the class war
Tomorrow's worth fighting for.
And we'll stand out on the line until we fall.
And we struck on
Our resolve was so strong
Days turned into weeks and months
The battle-lines were drawn.
And we struck on
Took the boss head on.
Was better to have fought and lost,
Then to have never fought at all.
And there's only so much you can watch your fellow workers take,
Before your teeth begin to grind, and your soul begins to shake.
The anger turns you red
And there's no shortage of it here.
Solidarity's the cure that kills the fear.
There's no glory in the sleepless nights and endless picket signs.
Your bills are coming due and the rent's past the deadline.
The struggle takes a toll and then the bosses turn the screw.
While today is misery,
Tomorrow we'll be free.
And we'd do it all again if we had to.
And we struck on
Our resolve was so strong
Days turned into weeks and months
The battle-lines were drawn.
And we struck on
Took the boss head on.
Was better to have fought and lost,
Then to have never fought at all.
And we struck on
Our resolve was so strong
Days turned into weeks and months
The battle-lines were drawn.
And we struck on
Took the boss head on.
Was better to have fought and lost,
Then to have never fought at all.
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Walking down the street one night
Tragic fascist spoof
Deadbeat dads in leather jackets
Bunch of fucking goofs.
Say they're just proud patriots,
That Muslims aren't a race.
They want to scare some immigrants and put them in their place.
Viking bikers on the prowl
Praying to Norse gods.
Feel real tough behind police lines
Hit for hit we like our odds.
We know where they live and work
Yeah we've got them good.
Gonna make sure that their neighbours know there's a Nazi in their neighbourhood.
White hoods, red hats, black eyes.
White hoods, red hats, black eyes.
Better watch your back.
The people will attack.
We'll smash you like it's 1945.
Now here come the cavalry,
The frat-boy reject crew.
Promised not to touch themselves,
Don't know what to do.
Say they're 'Western chauvinists',
We'll get them in the end.
Whiney little Eich-boys, pretending they're Eich-men.
Shitty SA wannabes
In black and yellow shirts.
They've got a secret weapon,
They're so stupid that it hurts.
All of them are incels,
'Cause all of them are creeps.
Grab them by the collar and then twist 'til they're asleep.
White hoods, red hats, black eyes.
White hoods, red hats, black eyes.
Better watch your back.
The people will attack.
We'll smash you like it's 1945.
EVERY GENDER EVERY RACE PUNCH A NAZI IN THE FACE
EVERY GENDER EVERY RACE PUNCH A NAZI IN THE FACE
EVERY GENDER EVERY RACE PUNCH A NAZI IN THE FACE
EVERY GENDER EVERY RACE PUNCH A NAZI IN THE FACE
White hoods, red hats, black eyes.
White hoods, red hats, black eyes.
Better watch your back.
The people will attack.
We'll smash you like it's 1945.
Every time they take a loss
They all turn judge and juror
Turning on each other because
Each wants to be fuhrer
We'll appropriate their banners
Tear up their maple leaves
Bruised bodies and bruised egos will be all that they receive.
The people are united
Organized we'll strike.
Red fists and feet and flagpoles
Will smash up their fourth reich
They celebrate a legacy
Of genocide and theft
We'll make sure that their dying words are: so much for the tolerant left.
White hoods, red hats, black eyes.
White hoods, red hats, black eyes.
Better watch your back.
The people will attack.
We'll smash you like it's 1945.
We'll smash you like it's 1945.
We'll smash you like it's 1945.
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Bring the War Home Hamilton, Ontario
Revolutionary communist agit-punk from Hamilton, Ontario.
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