Busted, Broke & American
"This evening, I come to you With a message of leave-taking and farewell, And to share a few final thoughts With you, my countrymen "We have been compelled to create A permanent armaments industry Of vast proportions In the councils of government, We must guard against the acquisition Of unwarranted influence, Whether sought or unsought, By the military–industrial complex"
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026
I choose to speak and disagree About your upcoming diplomacy You people don't know your history You're doomed to repeat it Repeat it... repeat it... repeat it Ammo up! I raise my fist in defiance Of your new fucking world Your "coexist" does not exist It’s bullshit And all your prophets Raked in big profits Good job on this pile of fucking shite You call Utopia Here we go, it's World War III Grab a gun and march with March with me, march with me We are going... to war To war, they’re sending our children to war They're there to kill, not liberate We're sending your children to war To war, to war, to war There's no congressional authorization In this UN Declaration Stock the FEMA camps, march the lemmings in Fuck you, fuck your AR-15, let the reeducation begin We'll break your bones and watch you pray Cut your fucking balls off for Easter eggs We'll smash your fingers fucking flat And fuck you in the ass with a baseball bat A baseball bat, yeah, yeah! To war, they’re sending our children to war They're there to kill, not liberate We're sending your children to war To war, to war, to war There's no congressional authorization In this UN Declaration Repeat it... repeat it... repeat it
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026
Okay! Here we go! I've been waiting for you to come And take it all away Yes, I know that you've been chasing me I wasn’t born yesterday Soon enough, you'll run me down And it will come to fist Until that day, go fuck yourself 'Cause, man, you're just a dick Man, you're just a dick... You're a fucking dick A fucking crying, little bitch You know you make me sick Hey, man, you're just a fucking dick One, two, three, four Here we go, we go! One day, you're gonna find me Standing there with both my fists clenched That day, you will succumb To the final dance That was a long time coming Man, you're just a dick... You're a fucking dick A fucking crying, little bitch You know you make me sick Hey, man, you're just a fucking dick I've said it all before I live this day to tell the tale Another sucka falls Who had big words On the Internet But tiny, little balls I've been waiting for you to come And take it all away Yes, I know that you've been chasing me I wasn’t born yesterday Soon enough, you'll run me down And it will come to fist Until that day, go fuck yourself 'Cause, man, you're just a dick Man, you're just a dick... You fucking dick!
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026
I wake up each day, I give thanks I'm okay I love my mom, my dad, my family I love my dogs, my friends, and they love me I go down the street for a cup of joe I see a guy working there I used to know He used to laugh out loud I had no degree Well, you ain't laughing now, bitch You're making coffee I refused to be numb to all this suffering Busted (busted), broke (broke), and American Why the fuck did you want a degree? All you're gonna do is make my coffee Turn around and go to work and shut the fuck up Push the fucking button, fill the fucking cup 'Cause you're a stupid fucking asshole You're a stupid asshole (asshole) A fucking stupid asshole (assholе) A Frappuccino fucking asshole You stupid fucking piece of shit Lеt me give you a real tip Go step outside and enjoy your life There's not much time You're running out of time You soon will be what we all will be Busted, broke, and American You could have lived life, but you went to school You could have had friends, but you went to school Shouldn't went to party when you went to school And now you got no life 'cause you fucked up 'Cause you're a stupid fucking asshole You're a stupid asshole (asshole) A stupid fucking asshole (asshole) A Frappuccino fucking asshole You stupid fucking piece of shit Let me give you a real tip Go step outside and enjoy your life There's not much time You're running out of time You soon will be what we all will be Busted, broke, and American I wake up each day, I give thanks I'm okay I love my mom, my dad, my family I love my dogs, my friends, and they love me I want to be what I was meant to be I want to be I want to be what I was meant to be: Busted (busted), broke (broke), and American
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026
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Why don't you get the fuck Away from me? I don't care about you... You don't care about me Keep pushing your luck And I'll push in your teeth Same ole shit Same disease Whoa-oh... Whoa-oh! Are you ready? Yeah! Get ready to fight Go! I see you fucking standing there Don't you see that I don't fucking care? You cunts might equal three That don't mean jack shit to me I'm the son of a fighting man And I'm about to get it on Whoa-oh! I'm about to get it on I'm about to get it on Whoa-oh! Do you want to get it on, get it on? I want to get it on So, you think you're the man of steel Let me prove to you that you still feel You cunts might equal three That don't mean jack shit to me I'm the son of a fighting man And I'm about to get it on Whoa-oh! I'm about to get it on I'm about to get it on Whoa-oh! Do you want to get it on, get it on? I want to get it on Go! Here comes (Here comes) My fist (My fist) Followed by an Irish kiss Broken bottles everywhere Hooligans, stand up and fight (Fight) Hooligans, stand and unite (Unite) Hooligan legacy Hooligan burns in me I'm about to get it on I'm about to get it on Whoa-oh! Do you want to get it on, get it on? Do you want to fight? I want to get it on! Hooligans, stand up and fight (Fight) Hooligans, stand and unite (Unite) Hooligan legacy Hooligan burns in me Get the fuck away from me
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026
I'm damned if I do I'm damned if I don't My whole life People put me down I chose to fight The hammer's coming down Onto your fucking crown When I come to your town (Billy Be Damned) Shit-talking 3,000 miles away Fucking bagpipes are gonna play (Billy Be Damned) I got Gyppo blood racing through my veins Every fucking heartbeat, I dream of your pain Just remember I tried Billy Be Damned, it’s dying fucking time What were the thoughts Dancing in your head? Now that you're caught What the fuck you got to say? It’s time to pay the price With your fucking teeth Around your picture I just hung a wreath The hammer's coming down Onto your fucking crown When I come to your town (Billy Be Damned) Shit-talking 3,000 miles away Fucking bagpipes are gonna play (Billy Be Damned) I got Gyppo blood racing through my veins Every fucking heartbeat, I dream of your pain Just remember I tried Billy Be Damned, it’s dying fucking time Let's go! The hammer's coming down Onto your fucking crown When I come to your town (Billy Be Damned) Shit-talking 3,000 miles away Fucking bagpipes are gonna play (Billy Be Damned) I got Gyppo blood racing through my veins Every fucking heartbeat, I dream of your pain Just remember I tried Billy Be Damned's arrived! Are you ready? Here we go! Mosh!
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026
Never trust a hardcore kid That doesn't know hardcore punk A hardcore punk I'll always be I'm written about in history Legendary New York Skins Hardcore burning deep within If you ain't down with hardcore punk You ain't down with shit For 30 years, I stood on stage And I have seen it all My heart still pumps with youthful rage I challenged all holding my balls I fucking bounced at CBGB's And lived the most amazing life I walked barefoot on shattered dreams And broken glass (Whoa-oh...) A hardcore punk I'll always be I bled its misery (Whoa-oh...) Hardcore burns inside of me It fucking burns in me I chose the life that I lived I'vе always walked alone It's the pricе of infamy The pain of immortality Here I stand, a New York hardcore legend And I can boast 'Cause I was there and I lived it I bled from coast to coast (Whoa-oh...) A hardcore punk I'll always be I bled its misery (Whoa-oh...) Hardcore burns inside of me It fucking burns in me Never trust a hardcore kid That doesn't know hardcore punk A hardcore punk I'll always be It's written down in history The Legends of the New York Skins Where we bled and where we sinned If you ain't down with hardcore punk You ain't fucking shit Hardcore burns inside It burns inside of me (Whoa-oh...) Hardcore always sets me free It fucking sets me free (Whoa-oh...) Whoa-oh... Fuck, yeah!
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026
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One, two, three, four! The time has come to organize To stand together against the corporate lies When we are one, they'll realize... We won't go away We're gonna fight through day and night What they've done ain't fucking right The fucking creeps and their fucking wars I hate fucking war I'm laying here, thinking to myself What can be done? I'm drowning They're dropping bombs On fucking little kids Is this really happening? Where is the change we voted for? Thе only change we got Was the color of thе corporate whore Devastation is the price you're gonna pay You've been liberated The world's on fire, but we don't see It's a direct result of foreign policy Fucking bankers and their fucking greed They're a bunch of cunts I'm laying here, thinking to myself What can be done? I'm drowning I see their tears I understand their fears How is this Liberty? Living free Free to sing Free to sing songs of liberty Everyone has got the right Got the right to live Everyone who can should give Everyone who's got the time Got the time to share You owe it to your mom and dad To care Go and shout it out in the streets Discover the real face of disparity It has no religion, color, or creed A kindness revolution Is what we need Go, go, go shout it out in the street If you had enough Be the change that you seek They don't like us And we don't fucking care Let's fire the bums Let's do it right Don't hate them back Just fight the good fight Everyone has got the right Got the right to live (To live) Everyone who can should give Everyone who's got the time The time enough to share (Fuck, yeah) You owe it to your mom and dad To care We only have money for war You can keep your change We're just fine by ourselves
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026
Ladies and gentlemen: The very word 'secrecy' Is repugnant in a free and open society; And we are, as a people, inherently And historically opposed to secret societies, To secret oaths and to secret proceedings We decided long ago that the dangers Of excessive and unwarranted concealment Of pertinent facts far outweighed the dangers Which are cited to justify it Even today, there is little value In opposing the threat of a closed society By imitating its arbitrary restrictions Even today, there is little value In insuring the survival of our nation If our traditions do not survive with it And there is very grave danger That an announced need for increased security Will be seized upon by those anxious To expand its meaning to the very limits Of official censorship and concealment That I do not intend to permit To the extent that it's in my control And no official of my Administration, Whether his rank is high or low, Civilian or military, should interpret my words Here tonight as an excuse to censor the news, To stifle dissent, to cover up our mistakes Or to withhold from the press and the public The facts they deserve to know For we are opposed around the world By a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy That relies primarily on covert means For expanding its sphere of influence— On infiltration instead of invasion, On subversion instead of elections, On intimidation instead of free choice, On guerrillas by night instead of armies by day It is a system which has conscripted Vast human and material resources Into the building of a tightly knit, Highly efficient machine That combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, Economic, scientific and political operations Its preparations are concealed, not published Its mistakes are buried, not headlined Its dissenters are silenced, not praised No expenditure is questioned, No rumor is printed, no secret is revealed No President should fear public scrutiny Of his program For from that scrutiny comes understanding; And from that understanding Comes support or opposition And both are necessary I am not asking your newspapers To support the Administration, But I am asking your help In the tremendous task of informing And alerting the American people For I have complete confidence In the response and dedication of our citizens Whenever they are fully informed I not only could not stifle Controversy among your readers— I welcome it This Administration intends To be candid about its errors; For as a wise man once said: "An error doesn't become a mistake Until you refuse to correct it." We intend to accept full responsibility For our errors; And we expect you to point them out When we miss them. Without debate, without criticism, No Administration and no country can succeed— And no republic can survive That is why the Athenian lawmaker Solon Decreed it a crime for any citizen To shrink from controversy And that is why our press was protected By the First Amendment— The only business in America Specifically protected by the Constitution— Not primarily to amuse and entertain, Not to emphasize the trivial and the sentimental, Not to simply 'give the public what it wants'— But to inform, to arouse, to reflect, To state our dangers and our opportunities, To indicate our crises and our choices, To lead, mold, educate And sometimes even anger public opinion This means greater coverage and analysis Of international news— For it is no longer far away And foreign but close at hand and local It means greater attention to Improved understanding of the news As well as improved transmission And it means, finally, that government at all levels, Must meet its obligation to provide you With the fullest possible information Outside the narrowest limits of national security And so it is to the printing press— To the recorder of man's deeds, The keeper of his conscience, The courier of his news— That we look for strength and assistance, Confident that, with your help, man will be What he was born to be: free and independent
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026