Savage

You who speak of new-found liberty Proud of the money that grows on your family tree Spitting hatred on the lowly working man Building ghettos that you call new housing plans You want my vote to reassure You want my vote to make me more secure To you I'm just a ballot That is dropped into a box Just another ballot That is dropped into a box Surrounded by the impotent and self-satisfied You promise us contentment in record time The old who can't decide because they're not young Tired and wasted sick of being pushed around You want my vote to maintain the status quo You want me to vote for my freedom I know To you I'm just a ballot That is dropped into a box Just another ballot That is dropped into a box Push them away You're gonna vote ! So vote Vote, vote, vote, vote Vote, vote, vote, vote ! My bulldozer is the symbol of the angry youth That refuses all your deals and twisted truths I want to speak of those whom you victimize Vulgar pawns in a game that wins no prize For us you have so much respect Tomorrow we're the ones who'll vote To elect a perfect remedy To give us work and prosperity So vote, vote, vote, vote Vote, vote, vote, vote ! To you I'm just a ballot That is dropped into a box Just another ballot That is dropped into a box Vote, vote, vote, vote Vote, vote, vote, vote To you I'm just a ballot That is dropped into a box To you I'm just a ballot That is dropped into a box Vote, vote, vote, vote Vote, vote, vote, vote ! For us you have so much respect Tomorrow we're the ones who'll vote To elect a perfect remedy Who'll chose the right to be free Vote, vote, vote, vote Vote, vote, vote, vote To you I'm just a ballot That is dropped into a box Use your vote !

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Bitch of a life, bitch of a land The day that I saw hell be damned ! He was the outcast, he was my brother Scorned by some, ignored by others Thirty years hard labor made him a bitter man Earned him thirty years of chains See the savage who has no age Empty, rejected, too old to know Suffering in silence day after day Months passed falling apart, Robbed of all pride, losing heart Paying his pension for the right to die Is the only reason they keep him alive I tried very hard to explain These bastards have already been paid He rambles aimless through my mind Like an animal mad and blind See the savage who has no age Too old to know, locked in a cage Shoulda' told you the story a long time ago Bitch of a life, bitch of a land He'll return from hell again The bitter taste that's in his mouth Nobody is able to wipe out I want to hold him very tight When his spirit leaves without a fight At fifty he had no time to smile Cheek them all, laugh and die ! I swear the day that I'm his age They'll never put me in a cage

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

First time I heard the word, it made me aware Blow from behind, it came from nowhere Acting without reason they protect if from defeat Requested by an ally called the champion of peace Always advancing death's rotten stench With her claws squeezing life from the future of men Automatic guns replace the legendary scythe Jailer and torturer, her army by her side Repression, repression I'm on a road that leads no place In a circus with the clowns no paint on their face Like an armored tank eyes pointing to the front I really want to know, I want reassurance If you lose your memory in a bar you must Beware of the stranger smiling in the dark And sharping the blade of your intention On his face one expression to justify his actions Repression, repression In the vomit of the torture hall : repression Masked eyes, backs against the wall : repression Slaughtered children under military rules : repression Stadiums of Chile where you pray like a fool : repression Repression, repression, repression, repression !

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Under a burning sun they lead him before the firing squad Without flinching, without begging, without crying out, without swearing The sword was lowered, the butchers fired, fired, fired, fired, fired, fired The junta in power struck cold and hard The junta purged ruthlessly, no hesitation Right hands held high, iron fists on poverty On little people living in misery Elections are fixed, peasants are tricked Opponents arrested, hidden ant tortured in jails underground In the hands of exiled SS old and new The past and the future trapped by four walls of blood Talk democracy speak of ways of life In front of the gunrunners who come bearing arms American, Swiss, French or Soviets They'll leave the poor only what's left Conquests gained in jails of the state Will win decoration regardless of fate Glory fed tears and misery Only a painful death can set free It's up to you to keep that cadence Give yourself a clear conscience Going abroad being received Friends of the statesman and dictator The junta is well-aligned, well costumed paragon of virtue The junta of high ranking dignitaries who sow your ideas in blood The junta of South America where your only right is silence The junta of Videla, Somoza, Pinochet, Straisner Who had the hides of your people as the spoils of war An finaly the junta propaganda prepares for alignment

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

In the distance I see a cluster of flags While all around me they're gunning down your kids Far away I see the flags begin to fall And I feel the hammers but the sickles not at all Mindless beasts searching for a victim Can't recognize the uniform Bringing back vague memories A once-proud people forced to flee Czechoslovaques betrayed too Turned to the west there is nothing new Already death is knocking on your door Their tanks will make your blood run cold, run cold In the distance flags fly from the roof And in the streets men in Jackboots Far away I see the flags begin to fall And I feel the hammers but the sickles not at all Mindless beasts, well-trained guerillas Who obey at the snap of a finger Ideology founded on your death Hear them sing as they prod your head They boast about their political voice And make you march out of fear, no choice Keep cool, if you move they'll beat you down If you resist, watch out for your kids They'll burn them with napalm Far away I see masses of flags And around me kids spilling out their guts Far away the flags go up in flames Your women flee the cities screaming in pain, in pain, in flames, in flames So face them care-free while staying aware Invite them in to eat, to drink and be amused At the table they remember stifled cries Talking of the power of death and all their other lies They're only coming for their satisfaction To have you on your knees turning your cheek The cruel savages, you'll spit in their face Hold them well within' your sights, aim and never flinch Make it so their flags will never wave again And families can prosper without pain So your children can run and laugh and play The hammer's weight, the sickle's shadow far away In the distance flags fly from the roof And in the streets men in Jackboots Far away the flags go up in flames Your women flee the cities screaming in pain, in pain, Screaming in pain, in flames, in flames, in flames Mindless, mindless, mindless, mindless In the distance I see a cluster of flags While all around me they're gunning down your kids Far away I see the flags begin to fall And I feel the hammers but the sickles not at all In the distance flags fly from the roof And in the streets men in Jackboots Far away the flags go up in flames Your women flee the cities screaming in pain, in pain, Screaming in pain, in flames, in flames, in flames Mindless, mindless, mindless, mindless

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Now I know with certainty what solitude can be Step by step, in the dark, I found my way Moved ahead, unaware, no idea of the power Step by step, in the dark, moved ahead, unaware No idea of your power If I became the hero with an unpainted face If I became a superstar If you became the hero with the unpainted face You would be a superstar I would reflect on all these wasted days Unashamed, never wanting to wipe them away You'd go through all the wasted days Never wanting to erase Because you know with certainty What loneliness can be The faded image of which you're proud Follows you around And I'm lost in reflections Tell me what happened to you Tell me what happened to you Maybe tomorrow I won't be a sex symbol Maybe I'll be just anyone If tomorrow you weren't a sex symbol You'd be just anyone Never occurs to look for an excuse No fantasies, films that twist the truth No accounts, no excuse, no pretending with lies Or twisting the truth I'll grow taller than the ones who stay small If one day I become someone who I was If one day I become someone who I was Someone who I was Because you know with certainty What loneliness can be The faded image of which you're proud Follows you around And I'm lost in reflections Tell me what happened to you Tell me what happened to you I'll laugh at their lives the way they laughed at mine When I was their puppet, life and soul of the party When I lived on dope, I was bored into need The women were the best, all the best, all the best Turned around in the void and held out my arms Idles eyes before me, smiling with charm Now I know with certainty Loneliness surrounding me Of faded images, I'm too proud They follow me around I'm lost in reflection What have I become ? I, too, had my idols They played the part of symbols And they knew with certainty What loneliness can be

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I want to tell the story of four years of my life It's kinda hard, many intense moments The friends who leave behind and those who seek you out Those who only come because of your advance Those who scrutinize you when they find you're not a fake Jealous little bastards help you make mistakes The pleasure of the losers who run before they walk While you're learning of the women and the way that money talks Ask for your opinions, they couldn't care much less People you could kick at like a dog out on the street Only want to know you now you're the new big news Critisize you 'cause you've got the guts to choose Work or die The life that I lead is not a dream Work or die Fighting an endless war it seems Don't know what problems another day will bring Plenty eager fat cats taking care of things Haven't given in, haven't sold my mind Mean to cause disturbance, leave the rest behind Started out alone, no one to catch me when I fell Thought I could speak out, I found myself in hell They made their stupid comments, I just love the way they talk They think they have the talent to tell me how to work Want to know the reason, someone tell us why They smile at us sweetly, then knife us in the back In Trust I am the singer, believe me I have faith In the strong determination that got us here today Work or die The life that I lead is not a dream Work or die Fighting an endless war it seems They look, they analyze, they think they're really wise My name is Bernie and that's fine by me You find it hard to gag us, but you're free to try Take it or leave it, we work or die Work or die The life that I lead is not a dream Work or die Fighting an endless war it seems

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

I asked myself what could be their drive I asked myself if their gods have eyes The wars between religions and their new Messiah The national guard Salvador you're a liar All the callous fighters, I hold them in contempt Trusting ever faithful their cause will win the day Their guns against their daggers with crude untempered blades Home-built bombs against an army custom made The diplomatic silence and the occupied hate "Belfast the damned" is written in red On the heavy files of the faithful dead Ireland in mourning has become a coffin Missionaries in white shirts Slaughtering in a mass Go back to your crusade ! This country stinks of death, your only wish to run No exit from this jungle for the poor peon The body of repression above the camp of refugees El Salvador continues to bleed People die more now in this tropical land Where throats get cut out of suspicion and ideals The peace of thousands dead and the anger shows One prays for this country as silence grows Missionaries in white shirts Slaughtering in a mass Get back to your crusade San Salvador ! Missionaries in white shirts Slaughtering in a mass Get back to your crusade San Salvador - Belfast ! One god for the rich one god for the poor One god for the just The rest is for us Continue to fight to please the gods Continue to cut throats to sacrifice

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

They pay cash at the counter in the kingdom of stars Listen to this story Started out from nothing you were almost at the top Hard work and sacrifice and many days unsure A son would have been proud to know that he was yours Five or six gigs a night meant you really cared Too often your fee was paid under the table Glory's ransom paid sitting at a bar The man was just, good and wise way beyond his years With a nonchalant gait and a solitary air That was your final gig, that was your final act You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap That was your final gig, that was your final act In his voice a certain sadness, a veil that slurred his words Everything was right for him ambition of heroes And we spoke together often and I drank his every words Never really alone, the blues right under his skin The antihero star set fair both morning and night The walls of the city resounding AC/DC The thrill of many stadiums all voices roared as one But that grey London morning I fail to understand That was your final gig, that was your final act You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap That was your final gig, that was your final act Everything had gone great, we'd laughed the night before Rain falling on the pavement that day when I awoke Collar turned against the wind that blew the booze away Your melodies were strange no covered up with grey Your eyes misty with sadness, so suddenly you were gone Doctor Whiskey and his double help you drown When I'm drinking late at night coming home, broken down I can't stop myself from thinking and the anger comes around That was your final gig, that was your final act You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap That was your final gig, that was your final act I wish that I had been there sitting close to you From the coma to death, my friend, you'd never have gone right through I would have kept you warm I know , never have left you there And I'm angry even now I missed you by so little I wanted to speak of this guy who died in February I wanted to speak of Bon Scott, he was my best mate

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025