Stalin's Order Lyrics
Ruling Class
(Brian, Tim)
Our government by the people, and for 'em too
Yeah fuckin' right! Do you take us all for fools?
If you think that common people run these United States
You gotta be blind, so don't hesitate
Destroy our ruling class
Smash the elite
Boot 'em out of power
Drag 'em through the streets
Every election year they're voted in again
He with the most cash wins, the way that its always been
With the rich as our leaders, forward we march
And you and I are still left in the dark
Chorus
To hell with the communists, they don't know shit
They wanna conquer the world, and hang the red flag over it
Capitalism only works for rich assholes
Who don't care about anything, they just want more dough!
Chorus
Headache
(Brian, Tim)
Lying on your bed, pitch black, waiting for these thoughts to disappear
Another phone call, another setback, things aren't ever clear
She's got you in her claws and you know that you just can't escape
You'll never get a chance from her, your heart just fuckin' aches
Every last little thing you could do, you know that you did it for her
Still she thinks only of herself and you're still getting hurt
How long will it last, with you stuck in this trap she set
Your mind is fucked and you're living for a piece of ass you'll never get
But your so damn stubborn that you'll just keep a hangin' on
Even when your last vestige of hope has up and gone
Do you know that you're just a pawn in her little circle of control?
She gets what she wants outta you, her appetite is never full
The other night you called, said "I love you" over the phone
But the only reply that you got was a click-click then the dialtone
Just remember that old phrase - actions speak louder than words
That action should tell you everything that you need to know about her
I know it can be hard to finally cut yourself loose
But you just gotta do it, gotta get your neck out of this fucking noose
Last Chance
(Brian, Tim)
The surface is dull and scratched
Memories faded, details patched
One night of reminisce became upset
Reminding why you struggled to forget
The insides are twisted and tangled
Thoughts rejected, old feelings mangled
Gravestones marking the road of the past
The good times destined not to last
Last Chance to put it back together
Mentality of yours, brutally shattered
You can't afford to lose this little game
Inside your mind, or you'll go insane
Clean Cut Son
(Brian, Mike)
I just want a clean cut son, I don't care how its done
Make him grow up just like me, don't fuck up our family tree
I just want a clean cut son, keep the boy from having fun
It'd be best if I taught him young, how to use my favorite gun
Watch him grow, teach him hate (x 3)
Make him fear, just like me
Watch him grow, teach him hate (x 3)
Make him fear, just like me
I just want a clean cut son, I don't care how its done
Beat his ass with a wooden spoon, turn my boy into another goon
I just wanna wash his brain, thats the cure for all your pain
Ship you off to the army son, call us when your job is done
Chorus
Aggro Punx
(Brian, Tim)
Riot lovin' aggro punx
Smashin' shit, getting drunk
Break the windows, kick in doors
Bring on the cops if they want some more
Gangs don't even wanna fuck with us
Run from the corner when we get off the bus
Make one smart remark, its too late
You just signed your death certificate
Chorus
Boots, braces, broken bones
They hunt in a pack, they're never alone
Curb stomping, smashing out teeth
Time to find another stinking hippy to beat!
Chorus
Terrorize the streets, intimidating all
Violence will be the cause of our downfall
Trying to be punk, they're just stupid kids
A bunch of fuckin' ultraviolent clones of Sid
Riot lovin' aggro punx (x 4)
Won't Save You
(Tim)
My draft number came up, now its time to pay
Cause I've been sitting idle for too many days
Where am I gonna run to, where am I gonna hide?
They'll send me off so swiftly to die
But if I'm still breathing when I return
The man is gonna pay, I'll watch him burn
Cause all of his money won't save him now
All his fucking money won't save him now!
Hide behind your patriotic ideal
The ranks of poor youth is what you steal
Stealing their futures, stealing their lives
Think you're the fittest, its your right to survive
Net worth paints you as a demigod
And it damns me a lazy sod
All your fucking money won't save you now
All your fucking money won't save you now!
Leo D.
(Tim)
He's a young heartthrob, oh what a pretty boy
Every dumb little cunt wants him for a toy
Kiss his lips and then suck his prick
Daydream that he's munchin' their clits
Leo D., Leo D., he's your fucking fantasy (x 2)
You dread living in reality
Leo's a god, compared to me
Repeat verse and chorus
Infanticide
(James, Mike)
There she sat, on the john
One more push and that baby's gone
See the stretch marks on her hide
A reminder of infanticide!
Infanticide! The easy out
Infanticide! The quickest route
Infanticide! Here comes the head
Infanticide! Your baby's dead!
8 months ago in her boyfriends truck
Didn't think twice bout the coke and fuck
Now she asks was it worth the ride?
Was it worth infanticide?
Chorus
Now she's running from the law
Tobacco juice running down her jaw
The cops found out about her plan
To leave her baby in the can
Chorus
Apocalypse Rock
(Tim)
The apocalypse is on the way, throngs of prophets we must obey
Fire and brimstone, dead bodies everywhere, the end of the world's a nasty affair
Don't try to survive cause its all in vain - human progress flushed down the drain
Try to reject it - we embrace it, we're its harbingers and we don't give a shit
Now that a new milleniums knocking loudly on the door
There's gotta be so much chaos and destruction in store
Your little punk fantasy of a world reigned by anarchy
Build a bunker buy some guns or drown in your idealogy
Digging holes and running for your lives, pathetic bunch of human mice
Final judgment to pay for your sins, Mr. Suit and tie businessman
Fuciking hilarious, your frantic demise, fate shipped you a nasty surprise
We'll crank up the volume, play as loud as we can - we're the soundtrack for the end
Chorus
Repeat first verse
Chorus
The Apocalypse is on the way, now its your turn to pay (x4)
Rally Around the Flag
(Mike, Tim)
Its scandal time in Washington and the moralists are out in force
Preaching the scriptures, impeachment and constitutional law
El Presidente's distraction, will he feel any remorse
When Iraqi kids are torn to bits by shrapnel from U.S. bombs
And the sheep will rally
Rally around our flag
Stand by their Old Glory
And ignore the crimes of this democracy
And the sheep will rally
Rally around the flag
Like they've done for two centuries
In the name of manifest destiny
One man has the power at his political fingertips
To level a whole continent if he so pleases
And the entire nation will swallow all of his bullshit
As he salvages his career with explosives, starvation and diseases
Chorus
Application
(James)
We'll select you or reject you, hey man, we'll let you know
Whether or not you made the cut where the effort's high and the returns are low
Nevermind who's qualified, we'll figure out that shit on our own
Dress sharp and be there early - exhibit behavior we can condone
And thanks for coming out - no really, thanks a bunch
Soon we'll be shacking hands, and saying "We'll do lunch"
Maybe one day, you can join the priviledged few
Until then, we'll shake hands, its been a pleasure doing business with you
We're sorry, the position has just been filled
By someone who has more education than you
It was a tough decision, sorry you can't pay your bills
My regards to the wife and your kids, and thank you
Chorus
Select you, reject you (repeat)
Ground Zero McDonalds
(James)
It's a secret recipe
Cooked up pyrotechnically
Can you see the headline?
McDonald's blew up last night
Plumbing should transfer the blast
I'm gonna have to run fast
Oh shit - this ain't right
Blown to bits in a flash of light
I got a Big Mac and a pipe bomb
Shove it down the toilet, I gotta stay calm
It'll all be rubble, when I'm through
Kiss your ass goodbye, thank you drive through
(Ask James for the lyrics for the 2nd verse)
I got a Big Mac and a pipe bomb
Foods blowing up but I'm staying calm
It'll all be rubble when we're through
Kiss your ass goodbye, thank you drive through
No Friend of Mine
(Tim)
I know how they see me - a statistic on a chart
Just a source of income
Cannon fodder when the next war starts
Government's no friend of mine
I know that they've never cared
Holy federal democracy divine
Getting off with whatever they dare
Government's no friend of mine
What did they ever do for me?
Who gave them the right to run my life?
Do they expect me to think I'm free?
I know how they see me - another of their drones
Obey the law, live clean
Because you're all cattle, U.S. Government owned
Chorus
Repeat first verse and chorus
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