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
martes, 23 de febrero de 2010
Adolf And The Piss Artists ( APA ) - This Is Your Law
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
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?
Chorus
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
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?
Chorus
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sábado, 9 de enero de 2010
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Adolf And The Piss Artist - Lights Out
Adolf And The Piss Artists (APA) - Lights Out. Ep 2003 TKO Records
LIGHTS OUT
The static lines,not far away,
You said we´re going nowhere, I just got back today
The screen goes dark, not much to say,
Just garbage in and garbage out, the order of the day
So I want lights out, I want lights ot
Let the roeches gather, we won´t see them anyway you know
The leaders of tomorrow are the zombies of today
The mindless and the spineless are gonna have their say, have their say
Inquiring minds don´t wanna know,
Sod the world affairs, don´t effect my favorite showa
They´re pushing valium while the whole world goes astray
It happens in my neighborhood, it happens every day
GO HOME
Out on these dirty streets...
Sitting on a corner just begging with your friends
No relations with parents, no classes to attend
Living out a fantasy, a wisted punk rock dream
But this is your nightmare, and thse streets, they can be mean
Go home, or make your own...
Your clothes are filthy, and you have´t bathed in weeks
No pride in being dirty, what acceptance do you seek?
Out on these dirty streets you´re gonna find you´re all alone
You better find a direction, you won´t make it on your own
Buddles in a doorway, you lie awake at nigth
Think about your family, and the friends you left behind
Your eyes are filled with tears, and your heart is about to break
It´s time to swallow your pride, adn admit to you mistake
