Foul Taste of Freedom
Young, dumb and helpless - in the states You say you ain't got no money - I can relate I lost my job and my house and my - piece of mind We're in the deepest depression of - modern time A thousand points of light shinin' - in my face Eyes are blinded by a can of republican mace Shinin' seas of starving people are the - unemployed Stars and stripes are rubber checks - null and void We are the red, white and blue that you bleed We have the right to survive and succeed Worthless and weak is "be all you can be" Democracy leaves a foul taste of freedom in me Budget cuts and tax hikes - crush the land Of plenty, see the weak die by gods hand If you're proud of your country then you're probably rich But if you're fed up you better piss, moan and bitch Yankee doodle dickweed went to town Apple pie and Chevrolet shot him down A patriotic, fatheaded, sucker, freak Is proud to serve the country that had served him weak...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Listen to the sound of the underground Your ears start to deafen your head begins to pound The crowd starts to move as the earth begins to quake Your spine starts to give as your back begins to break Death on the dance floor - they deeded for the side The doors in the place - wouldn't open wide 500 black boots steppin' on your face And blood everywhere from the panic in the place There was death on the dance floor When we came to town There was death on the dance floor From the heavy connection of the pro-pain sound A crazy motherfucker went and pulled a knife You know he's gonna cut ya till you're scarred for life Bangin' and screamin' you were kickin' the door But nobody listened till you screamed for more Throbbin' like a heartbeat beats like a drum The band kept playin' till their limbs went numb The fists in the air - they were thrashin' about Till someone pulled the plug and the lights went out
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
To keep the fire burnin' you must feed the flame And this flame is burnin' fast The drug lords are yearnin' for you give them your name First, middle initial, last "My job sucks" you say it's like doin' time "I feel like such a jerk" But 500 bucks a day are better Than 9 dollars for 2 hours work So get out your pen and paper, better start taking notes Get a lecture from the devil, he's about to take your coat And when the class is over, if you pass you get your gun Nothing's ever sacred here in murder 101 A cold blooded kill is my final exam If he's dead I pass My bones start to chill and my nerves start to jam I pump three more slugs in his chest Wake me up tomorrow and I’ll show you no remorse To prove that I’m a man The absentee was sorrow who is sure to flunk the course Who witnessed the violence and ran
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
O.k. - lets get it out - enough with the small talk I can count your lies like cracks on the sidewalk Same old stories of when we used to hang out Down with the crowd we had the whole gain out Nothin' to do with the boys in the crew We knew we had to start something with you So we took you down to the ground with a round Pound for pound another win for the hometown Like this mind over fist and fist over your face I'll chase you down like the cheese in a rat race Soon you'll regret you ever deceived me - Crush your body like bugs on a TV Rhythm of the streets stained with your bloodshed The hammer of the gods hangs over my head Shoot you down to the ground with a round Pound for pound - let's hear it for the hometown My god, pray for the city, a moment of silence Let's overcome the guns and the violence If we give the youth the keys to the mainstream They won't have to waste their life in a daydream Why? Is the question - drugs are the answer Kills in a serial - spreads like a cancer Shoot you down to the ground with a round Pound for pound, yes, grim is the hometown
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
He sits around and watches while you work And laughs at your business and gives you a smirk He thinks he's got it all figured out He'll even give you pointers on what life’s about Round and round he goes he'll be back And nobody knows just who he'll attack His evil intentions will prevail He'll call you up at 6 a.m. - it's time to post his bail He's last on the production line Getting' high - feelin' fine Outta sight - outta mind Runnin' for the border line Can't get to work on time Loved ones are left behind Show me some assuring signs Every good boy does fine He'll take you for everything you're worth And send it to his family of never-ending birth You took him in just to save a buck He'll screw your wife and kill your kids Then what - you're fucked America's a slammer - slam it shut Safe haven for your convicts - psychos and sluts As leniency starts to take its toll 10,000 more pass the border patrol
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
I hated while I waited for the cold, hard and bitter facts cut Down in the midst of the prime of his life With the swing of a mobile axe - and no one Believes it till the crowds all gone and it all hits home That everything frozen in time seems to melt when you're all alone Way back in the daze - we were young and crazy And we passed the time with the crime of being lost and lazy Tell me who's to blame for the same old sad, sad song As society's singing - death goes on Two years go by with the blink of an eye and another one gone And as the crowd grew slimmer, then the crowd got stronger Then the crowd moved on I remember the times we would all be together just singin' out loud In the back of my mind the voices still echo We sounded so proud To be part of the family - whose roots run so deep And we'd all be together raising hell till we were sound asleep In the midst of a nightmare that lasts all night long As society's singin' - death goes on
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Beyond the realms of death Lies beneath the earth a beast And all is well As he rots in hell But he's soon to be released In myth made by man He's dismissed but not deceased And to the church he came He saw, he maimed And pissed upon the priest Rawhead, you screamed as you bled Now your loss is his gain As he inhales your final breath You're dead, and with no regrets He'll gather up your remains And drag you down the trail of death He thrives upon demise With hatred in his eyes He came to kill And kill he will He'll cut you down to size There's nowhere left to run The game is lost, he's won He rips your eyes And drinks your cries Surprise, your dead, your done
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Look, there's hard luck Willie He begs for bucks sometimes He ain't never bothered nobody And nobody bothered to hand him a dime He don't wanna work Cause he looks like a bum and he stinks like a turk But he'll survive, they say, to urinate where you eat someday Leave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come back These streets are paved with violence, Broken dreams, and vials of crack So sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly bliss Mass transit, penn station, ass rancid With the stench of piss Why do they call him Willie? And what will he do for money? Will he sell his ass and get cash for sex? What will he think of next? Got a couple of johns on file He was willing to serve with a smile So he sold himself for the price of a fix And the next day Willie called in sick Leave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come back These streets are paved with violence, Broken dreams, and vials of crack So sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly bliss Bus terminal, port authority, portapotty With the stench of piss They cry as they lie in their filth, i call it a crime So drunk they can drown in their puke, of bile and wine Defecation in general can heat seal your nose with a kiss So don't bother holding your breath - inhale some of this
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
He wakes up early to watch Regis at nine His summer clothes are of the finest design His ethnic maid will serve him breakfast in bed He likes to travel but lives at club med I've got: Pain and problems on my mind You see I’m wasting time I've past my prime Take these eyes and leave me blind See the world unwind Life isn't kind - can you picture this? He's got six cars and had seven wives Who shared the greed with him all of their lives Life is a peach but sometimes it's the pits While on top of cash mountain he sits
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Miles and miles of soldiers deployed on foreign sand Fighting for your freedom your oil and your land Technology is efficient when bark turns to bite So wake up America, stand up for your rights Oh say can't you see that the conscience in me said go back When the clouds in the skies and the tears in my eyes turned to black There's a fear I may die in a chemical weapons attack Iraq - nophobia Massive destruction from coalition planes Pulverize the enemy, bashing in their brains And agony is unparalleled yet they beg for more We've only just begun so sit back, enjoy the war Oh say can't you see that the conscience in me said go back When the clouds in the skies and the tears in my eyes turned to black There's a fear I may die in a chemical weapons attack Iraq - nophobia Torturing prisoners, flashbacks of Nam Brainwashing Moslems from central command You can't stop the punishment, signals are jammed Mohammed's no match for the great Uncle Sam
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Here's a story 'bout an American man Who's always used to doin' things the best that he can He's got his wife, he's got his kids by his side You know he'd rather fuck you up then swallow his pride He's got his favorite band tattooed on his back We'll call him Johnny, and Johnny wore black Dropped out of school because he loved the guitar We used to check him out at all the clubs and the bars He'd rather die on the outside, fight from within When everything was said and done he knew he would win He called the shots - and straddled the line We knew he was lost all the time (Johnny black) The years had passed us and the crowd moved on We hadn't seen or heard from him in oh so long We never even thought to pick up the phone Or to take the time to see if Johnny was home He had a motorcycle parked in the yard Which was always there for cruisin' when the times were hard He never had a need to follow the mass And he was all by himself as he stepped on the gas
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Tell me can you feel the heat From the man on the beat while You're pushing on the street Feeling like you're ten feet tall Well you're looking kinda small With your back to the wall Is it that you just don't care That the burden that you bear Don't compare to the share Of the money that you make in a day There's a will, there's a way There's a price that you pay For a lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen The tables were turned Lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen The tables were turned Workin' two jobs cause money's tight I get up at six o'clock and take it straight through the night When I walk to work it's great cause it's so close to home But the nights are kinda scary and I travel alone. No one is around but whores and junkies Trying to sell you anything they can People on the block are scared to come out They'd rather leave the fighting to the man If the pusher claimed to be king of the mountain He'd steal your kids and use them for the night It looks like you're in for one hell of a fight Tell me can you feel the heat From the man on the beat while You're pushing on the street Feeling like you're ten feet tall Well you're looking kinda small With your back to the wall Is it that you just don't care That the burden that you bear Don't compare to the share Of the money that you make in a day There's a will, there's a way There's a price that you pay For a lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen The tables were turned Lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen The tables were turned Used to love the city, now the city is shit And it's hard to keep it clean when we're shittin' on it The corruption is disruption and disruptions unjust And injustice calls for action, any actions a plus Sacrifice a couple of minutes a day And try to solve the problem with a plan It's gonna take more than a couple of fists Better ask you neighbor for a hand First bell rings, keep on punchin' Drive em' outta town with all your might Looks like he's in for one hell of a fight For a lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen The tables were turned Lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen The tables were turned
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Hate is like a fire Burning in my head You are my desire As I desire you dead Please don't ask me questions Because I can only lie And the hunt will never end As long, as long as my love My love, you deny Gather round kids, gather all round the campfire As I hunt you down in the night like a vampire So the story goes - the fire burns to the black And god only knows if you're ever coming back Oh, I can feel your presence Breathing in my air In the midst of nervous laughter I can sense that you're aware Somewhere in these clouded thoughts There lies a peaceful man And you are all I seek Until I find you I will swear to walk the land
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025