Adolf And The Piss Artists ( A.P.A ) - Heroes?

Adolf And The Piss Artists ( APA ) - Heroes?. Ep 1997, 45 Revolutions Records.






HEROES

Where the hell are the heroes
Where the hell are the heroes
Where the hell are the heroes, in a foxhole full of mud
Where the hell are the heroes, choking on the smell of blood
Where the hell are the heroes, when you´ve lost your legs
Where the hell are the heroes, in a field piled up with dead

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Heroes are generals smiling on TV
Smiling bloody generals, not folder like you or me
Heroes are generals smiling on TV
Smiling bloody generals don´t give a fuck about you or me

Where the hell are the heroes, when the bombs explode
Where the hell are the heroes, laying dead in the road
Where the hell are the heroes, in the dark of night
Where the hell are the heroes, yeah when you´re scarred for life

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Where the hell are the heroes, when you´re caught in barbed wire
Where the hell are the heroes, when your skin´s on fire
Where the hell are the heroes, staring in the face of death
Where the hell are the heroes, when you´ve breathed your last breath

Chorus

DEATH OF HONOR

What´s it like to be a liar?
What´s it like to hide your eyes?
What´s it like to betray yout brother?
What´s it like to have no pride?

Chorus

It´s the death of honor, it´s the death of trust
Can´t you see, it´s the death of us

What´s it like to be a beggan?
What´s it like to be a thief?
What´s it like to stand for nothing?
What´s it like to sell your beliefs?

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What´s it like to be a coward?
What´s it like to run and hide?
What´s it like to be a traitor?
What´s it like to have no pride?

Chorus

TERMINATORS

Who do you think you work for, your family or the banks?
The ones who take forty years with nothing but a thanks
The ones who owned your parents are the ones who´ll own your kids
The ones who offer right to work, but no right to live
You can see them in their windows thet overlook the floor
Laughing on the telephone while we perform their chores
We never see their faces, but their names are on our checks
Theis parasitic purse strings are a noose around out necks

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They´re terminators - - they can take your life from you
The terminators - - they can put an end to you

We ask about their families, we laugh at their stupid jokes
It´s better to be on their good side to borrow when you´re brooke
They´re the ones who sign out paychecks, the ones who own our homes
The ones that we go begging to when looking for a loan
They feed upon our miseries, and loss a couple of crumbs
And praise their own benevolence for helping out the scum
If you dare to raise your voice they´ll shove you off the lot
And send you slumping home to out cities full of rot

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They flash a smily smile while promising a change
They´re just rich laxy vampires sucking blood from out veins
And they make all the profit from our work and from our sweal
And we accept their wages because that´s all we´ll ever get
W´re buried our fathers with the pennies they´ve saved
Is this our future, from out cradles to our graves?
They never give us a chance, and I guess they never will
50 years later, will terminators own us still?

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