Adolf And The Piss Artists ( APA ) - This Is Your Law

Adolf And The Piss Artists ( APA ) -This Is Your Law. Ep 1998, 45 Revolutions Records.





THIS IS YOUR LAW

This is your law, and it´s fueled by hate
Unequal justice at the hands of the state

You said we cold trust in you, but this is all your fault
We never could trust in you, because this is your law

Some kids in a brawl, you´re always around
You´re ready to beat some punks to the ground
But where are you when a woman screams rape
An innocent victim, you´re always too late

There is no justice at the ends of their guns
There is no justice at the hands of scum
There is no justice on our city streets
There is no justice foryou and me

SKUNX

Too many voices saying nothing
Loudmouth blueprints fro getting no where
They´ll leave you standing at the zero hour
A sacrifice to protect their power

Stand together shaved hair or spiked
Don´t seperate into different tribes
No needs for gangs, we don´t have to fight
Because even if you win, it doesn´t make you right

Rich kids anarchists quoting scripture
From close-minded fanzines that blur the picture
You censor those who dare resist
As only your views should exist

Bootboy thugs without a clue
You start a fight, that means nothing to you
Claim a crew to show your might
But whem you´re alone are you safe inside


FALSE IDOLS

Don´t believe the things that they say
Their vicious schemes to put us away
Don´t believe the things that you read
It´s propaganda just to hide their greed

Your false idols, we´ll burn them down
Smash your statues to the ground
We hate your leaders, your kings and queens
Your false idols don´t mean a thing to me

Keep your flags and crosses, they´re meaningless to me
´Cause I don´t need a government to tell me how to be
Keep your flags and crosses, they´re meaningless to me
I don´t need your fucking religions to tell me who to be


WE DON´T POSE

Don´t want to be a rock star
With my face on your magazine
Or some postcard punk for the techno age
Just an image on the screen
We ain´t prepackaged for mass appeal
So stardom is out of reach
It´s just stricly roots for urban revs
It´s the sound of the streets

We don´t pose
We don´t wear your trendy clothes
Don´t give a damn about who you know
`Cause we don´t fucking pose

Those rich kids in the suburbs
Dressed in their braces and boots
They´ve never had no dirt on their hands
And they come to the shows in suits
They´re downtown on the weekend
With theis pockets full os cash
They always try to hang with us
But they end up getting smashed