Patrick Sky - Fight For Liberation lyrics

rate me

In the draft board here we sit

Covered o'er with Nixon's shit

While our sweat is turning Agnew's filthy mill

And the people, as they pass

They jam Melvin up our ass

Well I guess we've had our goddam fucking fill

Fight, fight, fight for liberation

Break, break, break the social scheme

We will drag the bastards down

And we'll grind 'em in the ground

And replace them with a working class regime

Then we'll send a firing squad

After Cardinal Spellman's God

MacNamara will be the next in line

Then we'll pump some LSD

Into Jackie Kennedy

And we'll make her fuck the workers overtime

Then we'll get a bloody rope

And we'll hang the fuckin' pope

And we'll burn the Sistine Chapel to the ground

Then we'll turn our tommy-guns

On the screaming, ravished nuns

And the peoples' voice will be the only sound

So if you hate the Working Class,

But you'd like to save your ass

Then you better give your money to the poor!

Or we'll sell your mother's twat

To a sailor on your yacht

And we'll turn your favorite daughter to a whore!