Go!
States lies dressed up as evening news
We're tired of lies we want the truth!
Brodcast by corpses courting you
We're tired of lies we want the truth!
Most people they will never know
We're tired of lies we want the truth!
With your or against you?
Then I am against you because you're a...
Turncoat! killer! liar! thief!
Criminal with protection of the law
Turncoat! killer! liar! thief!
Criminal with protection of the law
Anarchy father
Makes me want to
Douse myself in gasoline!
Civil servants fall in line for you
Too brainwashed to see the truth
You use anyone you can!
Turncoat! killer! liar! thief!
Criminal with protection of the law
Turncoat! killer! liar! thief!
Criminal with protection of the
Killer!
Liar!
A turncoat! and a thief!
Criminal with protection of the law!
Anti-Flag - The Terror State Album Lyrics
Anti-Flag - The Terror State Lyrics
- Turncoat
- Rank-N-File
- Post-War Breakout
- Sold As Freedom
- Power To The Peaceful
- Mind The G.A.T.T.
- You Can Kill the Protester, But You Can't Kill the Protest
- When You Dont Control Your Government People Want To Kill You
- Wake Up!
- Tearing Down The Borders
- Death Of A Nation
- Operation Iraqi Liberation
- One People One Struggle
- F*ck The Flag
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Rank-N-File
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scare snap back already giving thanks I'm not trapped working in a sweatshop somewhere this songs for those less fortunate locked in a world where both ends aren't meant to meet
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scare synaptic flashes in my head then total thanks again I'm not soldiering somewhere this songs for the countless souls who died in vain for someone else's gain.
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
Left my birthplace for forgeign streets to strange places new faces I flew shoeless kids stood on the corner their eyes they were transfixed on you
So I'm standing with the rank-n-file
I'm marching with the underground my black heart worn on my sleeve
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scare snap back already giving thanks I'm not trapped working in a sweatshop somewhere this songs for those less fortunate locked in a world where both ends aren't meant to meet
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scare synaptic flashes in my head then total thanks again I'm not soldiering somewhere this songs for the countless souls who died in vain for someone else's gain.
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
Left my birthplace for forgeign streets to strange places new faces I flew shoeless kids stood on the corner their eyes they were transfixed on you
So I'm standing with the rank-n-file
I'm marching with the underground my black heart worn on my sleeve
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Post-War Breakout
Breakout!
So we breakout!
I'm a post-war breakout (post-war breakout!)
And a post-war breakdown (breakdown! breakdown!)
I'm a post-war syndrome (post-war syndrome!)
And a post-war hero (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just a post-war nerve case
In a pro-war age
And a post-war history face.
I've got a medal, I'm a hero (breakout!)
I've got an id, I've got an ego (breakdown!)
I've got pocketbook, no dough (no dollars, no!)
Just a post-war shock job!
I'm an evil-minded breakdown
I'm a vulgar, thinking crackdown
I'm a non-commie drifter
I'm an ex-gi for sure, oh sure
Just a post-war nerve case, in a pro-war age
And a post-war history face, let's face our history, now!
I've got a medal, I'm a hero (breakout!)
I've got an id, I've got an ego (breakdown!)
I've got pocketbook, no dough (no dollars, no!)
Just a post-war shock job!
Just a post-war shock job!
Just a post-war shock job!
Just a post-war shock job!
Post-war breakout!
Breakout!
So we breakout
So we breakout!
I'm a post-war breakout (post-war breakout!)
And a post-war breakdown (breakdown! breakdown!)
I'm a post-war syndrome (post-war syndrome!)
And a post-war hero (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just a post-war nerve case
In a pro-war age
And a post-war history face.
I've got a medal, I'm a hero (breakout!)
I've got an id, I've got an ego (breakdown!)
I've got pocketbook, no dough (no dollars, no!)
Just a post-war shock job!
I'm an evil-minded breakdown
I'm a vulgar, thinking crackdown
I'm a non-commie drifter
I'm an ex-gi for sure, oh sure
Just a post-war nerve case, in a pro-war age
And a post-war history face, let's face our history, now!
I've got a medal, I'm a hero (breakout!)
I've got an id, I've got an ego (breakdown!)
I've got pocketbook, no dough (no dollars, no!)
Just a post-war shock job!
Just a post-war shock job!
Just a post-war shock job!
Just a post-war shock job!
Post-war breakout!
Breakout!
So we breakout
Writer: Christopher Barker, Christopher Head, Justin Geever, Patrick Bolling, Woody Guthrie
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Sold As Freedom
You want to save the world?
I can tell you what to do!
You want to end terror?
This solution is for you!
Answer the call up join the proud the few.
Pull on the trigger with your heart and soul
Cause war is peace now we know.
Fight fire with fire!
Douse violent flames with gasoline
Fight fire with fire!
Spite your foe with an all out holocaust!
Fight fire with fire!
Pour gasoline on the world inferno,
Burn it so hot that the world incinerates
when they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve.
To end terror it takes a special skill
kill, kill, kill?
Til there's nothing left to kill!!
Don't question orders-
do your job and move.
It's a 9 to 5 and 5 to 9
to makes sure no one's left alive
Fight fire with fire!
Douse violent flames with gasoline
Fight fire with fire!
Spite your foe with an all out holocaust!
Fight fire with fire!
Pour gasoline on the world inferno,
Burn it so hot that the world incinerates
when they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve.
Join now! Don't wait! Make death, Your date!!!
Salute and fight! Fight for the wealth
of the few! wrapped in a flag and sold to you.
Sold as Freedom it's up to you to see through lies
by those who've led us to endless world strife.
What this world needs is something new!
What this world needs right now is you!
Any dumbf*ck can murder kill, kill, kill!!!
I can tell you what to do!
You want to end terror?
This solution is for you!
Answer the call up join the proud the few.
Pull on the trigger with your heart and soul
Cause war is peace now we know.
Fight fire with fire!
Douse violent flames with gasoline
Fight fire with fire!
Spite your foe with an all out holocaust!
Fight fire with fire!
Pour gasoline on the world inferno,
Burn it so hot that the world incinerates
when they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve.
To end terror it takes a special skill
kill, kill, kill?
Til there's nothing left to kill!!
Don't question orders-
do your job and move.
It's a 9 to 5 and 5 to 9
to makes sure no one's left alive
Fight fire with fire!
Douse violent flames with gasoline
Fight fire with fire!
Spite your foe with an all out holocaust!
Fight fire with fire!
Pour gasoline on the world inferno,
Burn it so hot that the world incinerates
when they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve.
Join now! Don't wait! Make death, Your date!!!
Salute and fight! Fight for the wealth
of the few! wrapped in a flag and sold to you.
Sold as Freedom it's up to you to see through lies
by those who've led us to endless world strife.
What this world needs is something new!
What this world needs right now is you!
Any dumbf*ck can murder kill, kill, kill!!!
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Power To The Peaceful
Sons and daughters of a dream
The urge to struggle for an ideal
To stay and fight
Oppose war fever
Refuse to kill or be killed
There's voices calling in the wind
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the peaceful
Whoa-oh!
Let's Go!
Oh yeah!
Alright!
With a readiness for war
They come down hard in dissent of all forms
Blood and militarism has swept the country by storm
There's voices calling in the wind
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the Peaceful
Whoa-oh!
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the Peaceful
Whoa-oh!
This is not a war
of the urging people
This is not a war
of economic independance
It's a war for conquest
It's a war for military power
It's a war for money
The road to universal slaughter
Sons and daughters of a dream
The urge to struggle for an ideal
To stay and fight
Oppose war fever
Refuse to kill or be killed
There's voices calling in the wind
Power to the Peaceful
You know it's Power to the Peaceful
Alright, check this out
There's repression and intolerance
On any deviation from the norm
In all factions of your life
At this time of entry
Into war say Hey-Hey
Do you know what they sing. Say Hey! - Hey!
Yeah you know what they sing. Say Hey! - Hey!
Do you know what they sing? Say Hey! - Hey! - Hey!
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the Peaceful
Whoa-oh!
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the Peaceful
Whoa-oh!
Alright!
Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh!
Yeah!
The urge to struggle for an ideal
To stay and fight
Oppose war fever
Refuse to kill or be killed
There's voices calling in the wind
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the peaceful
Whoa-oh!
Let's Go!
Oh yeah!
Alright!
With a readiness for war
They come down hard in dissent of all forms
Blood and militarism has swept the country by storm
There's voices calling in the wind
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the Peaceful
Whoa-oh!
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the Peaceful
Whoa-oh!
This is not a war
of the urging people
This is not a war
of economic independance
It's a war for conquest
It's a war for military power
It's a war for money
The road to universal slaughter
Sons and daughters of a dream
The urge to struggle for an ideal
To stay and fight
Oppose war fever
Refuse to kill or be killed
There's voices calling in the wind
Power to the Peaceful
You know it's Power to the Peaceful
Alright, check this out
There's repression and intolerance
On any deviation from the norm
In all factions of your life
At this time of entry
Into war say Hey-Hey
Do you know what they sing. Say Hey! - Hey!
Yeah you know what they sing. Say Hey! - Hey!
Do you know what they sing? Say Hey! - Hey! - Hey!
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the Peaceful
Whoa-oh!
Power to the Peaceful
Power to the Peaceful
Whoa-oh!
Alright!
Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh!
Yeah!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Mind The G.A.T.T.
A brand new history slyly and quickly, sparkles in your eyes-hope you're not missing the flash points/sign posts etching the future from here. Ancient ancestors transmitting via a pool formed form rainfall where my reflection stares back at me and says over ancient view. The the dis again. Soulless, production so sing coasts watch.
As the sun sets bright earth and disappears from spirit of the world will rise up from our voices sing in union. Lifeless, secret abyss, plotting the world's doom and consumption wakes the sleeping world again. Our voices sing in union from african to australian mainland watch your brother's back yours sister's back. The americans plains of the sea of japan. In your own backyard or far off foreign lands we find our adversaries woven of same thread as evil hacks and rips at every corner of the world. The peoples voice will sing as one voice. our voices sing in union. The arabian sea to the coast of chile. watch your brother's back, watch your sister's back. The plateau of tibet to the bay of biscay. In your own backyard or far off foreign lands. We find our adversaries woven of the same thread. Rethink... f*cking dig in! don't sit there and take it! they built it we can break it! we're not gonna stand for any G.A. double T's!!
As the sun sets bright earth and disappears from spirit of the world will rise up from our voices sing in union. Lifeless, secret abyss, plotting the world's doom and consumption wakes the sleeping world again. Our voices sing in union from african to australian mainland watch your brother's back yours sister's back. The americans plains of the sea of japan. In your own backyard or far off foreign lands we find our adversaries woven of same thread as evil hacks and rips at every corner of the world. The peoples voice will sing as one voice. our voices sing in union. The arabian sea to the coast of chile. watch your brother's back, watch your sister's back. The plateau of tibet to the bay of biscay. In your own backyard or far off foreign lands. We find our adversaries woven of the same thread. Rethink... f*cking dig in! don't sit there and take it! they built it we can break it! we're not gonna stand for any G.A. double T's!!
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
You Can Kill the Protester, But You Can't Kill the Protest
You can spoon my eyes out,
But I can still see through you
Slice my ears from my head,
But you can not shut out the sounds of truth
Lock off each sound at the wrist
So I can't raise my fist!
You can kill the protester (can't kill)
You can't kill the protest
You can murder the rebel (murder)
You can't murder the rebellion
Sawed my feet at the ankles, but I wasn't going to run
Grabbed my face, sliced off my tongue
Lock off each hand at the wrist,
So I can't raise my fist!
You can kill the protester (can't kill)
You can't kill the protest
You can murder the rebel (murder)
You can't murder the rebellion
Lying still now, no way to speak.
Nothing to fear, bullets can't silence ideas!
But I can still see through you
Slice my ears from my head,
But you can not shut out the sounds of truth
Lock off each sound at the wrist
So I can't raise my fist!
You can kill the protester (can't kill)
You can't kill the protest
You can murder the rebel (murder)
You can't murder the rebellion
Sawed my feet at the ankles, but I wasn't going to run
Grabbed my face, sliced off my tongue
Lock off each hand at the wrist,
So I can't raise my fist!
You can kill the protester (can't kill)
You can't kill the protest
You can murder the rebel (murder)
You can't murder the rebellion
Lying still now, no way to speak.
Nothing to fear, bullets can't silence ideas!
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
When You Dont Control Your Government People Want To Kill You
Boom, boom, boom!
America blown to smithereens.
Your friends, your home, your life, your family.
Boom, boom, boom! Smithereens
I wish I could say this was unforeseen.
Well, they're planting the seeds,
For destruction's eve.
Then take away your rights to keep your free.
Yeah, they're planting the seeds,
For destruction's eve.
Then take away your rights to keep your free on your knees.
Still the vengeance of the world will target you!
Down on you?
Down on you?
Our flesh turned to ash,
Will scatter in the wind.
Boom, boom, boom!
Such a wicked force you had never seen.
Though countless times it happened in your name.
Boom, boom, boom!
Your apathy comes with a price tag after all it seems.
Well, they're planting the seeds,
For destruction's eve.
Then take away your rights to keep your free.
Yeah, they're planting the seeds,
For destruction's eve.
Then take away your rights to keep your free on your knees.
Still the vengeance of the world will target you!
When you don't control your own government, people want to kill you.
(People want to kill you)
When you don't control your own government, people want to kill you.
(People want to kill you)
America blown to smithereens.
Your friends, your home, your life, your family.
Boom, boom, boom! Smithereens
I wish I could say this was unforeseen.
Well, they're planting the seeds,
For destruction's eve.
Then take away your rights to keep your free.
Yeah, they're planting the seeds,
For destruction's eve.
Then take away your rights to keep your free on your knees.
Still the vengeance of the world will target you!
Down on you?
Down on you?
Our flesh turned to ash,
Will scatter in the wind.
Boom, boom, boom!
Such a wicked force you had never seen.
Though countless times it happened in your name.
Boom, boom, boom!
Your apathy comes with a price tag after all it seems.
Well, they're planting the seeds,
For destruction's eve.
Then take away your rights to keep your free.
Yeah, they're planting the seeds,
For destruction's eve.
Then take away your rights to keep your free on your knees.
Still the vengeance of the world will target you!
When you don't control your own government, people want to kill you.
(People want to kill you)
When you don't control your own government, people want to kill you.
(People want to kill you)
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Wake Up!
If I had a lighter in hands
With some oily rags
Is that what it'd take
To wake you from your sleep?
Woke up from your american dreams
To be surrounded
Surrounded in flames!
You got to scream
To make your voice heard!
And I won't stop screaming
Until mine is heard!
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
Yeah!
And if we blocked the streets
Everyday
Face down on the pavement
As we lay
You're angered
'cause you're five minutes late.
What happens next time
When we will stop you all day?
Yeah, next time
When we will stop you all day?
You got to scream
To make your voice heard!
And I won't stop screaming
Until mine is heard!
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
And it's the same song, sung
Sung at the top of our lungs
Screaming for freedom
Pleading for liberty
Screaming for freedom
Pleading for liberty
Screaming for freedom
Pleading for liberty
Freedom!
With some oily rags
Is that what it'd take
To wake you from your sleep?
Woke up from your american dreams
To be surrounded
Surrounded in flames!
You got to scream
To make your voice heard!
And I won't stop screaming
Until mine is heard!
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
Yeah!
And if we blocked the streets
Everyday
Face down on the pavement
As we lay
You're angered
'cause you're five minutes late.
What happens next time
When we will stop you all day?
Yeah, next time
When we will stop you all day?
You got to scream
To make your voice heard!
And I won't stop screaming
Until mine is heard!
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
Wake up!
Wake up!
To the world around you
And it's the same song, sung
Sung at the top of our lungs
Screaming for freedom
Pleading for liberty
Screaming for freedom
Pleading for liberty
Screaming for freedom
Pleading for liberty
Freedom!
Writer: YOKO ONO
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Tearing Down The Borders
No one flag flies over the multi-national company
No allegiance to the board's homeland, fellow citizens, the flag, born of their country
As the brainwashed nationalists move
To shed their blood on battlefields
War profiteering rich watch their stock reap high yields
We're tearing down the borders
We're fighting for the rights of freedom, woah, woah, woah
We're fighting for the rights of freedom, woah, woah, woah
No patriotic pledge from multinational companies
Only a commitment to lock away equality and steal away all freedom from the
Poorest of the poor, so that the boardoom can insure
Their stockholders profits are higher in return
We're tearing down the borders
We're fighting for the rights of freedom, woah, woah, woah
We're fighting for the rights of freedom, woah, woah, woah
It's our world, lets take it back (Lets set ourselves free, woah)
It's our world, lets take it back (Lets set ourselves free, woah)
It's our world, we want it back! (Lets set ourselves free, woah)
It's your world, take your world back
Take it f*cking back
There's a call, a ringing sound
Around the globe, It's gaining ground
We're tearing down the boarders
There's a voice, in your heart
It beckons you, to do your part
We're tearing down the boarders
The line is drawn, in the sand
On one side, you're a slave - the other, a free man
We're tearing down the boarders
There's a call, freedom's sound
Around the globe, it's gaining ground
We're tearing down the boarder
No allegiance to the board's homeland, fellow citizens, the flag, born of their country
As the brainwashed nationalists move
To shed their blood on battlefields
War profiteering rich watch their stock reap high yields
We're tearing down the borders
We're fighting for the rights of freedom, woah, woah, woah
We're fighting for the rights of freedom, woah, woah, woah
No patriotic pledge from multinational companies
Only a commitment to lock away equality and steal away all freedom from the
Poorest of the poor, so that the boardoom can insure
Their stockholders profits are higher in return
We're tearing down the borders
We're fighting for the rights of freedom, woah, woah, woah
We're fighting for the rights of freedom, woah, woah, woah
It's our world, lets take it back (Lets set ourselves free, woah)
It's our world, lets take it back (Lets set ourselves free, woah)
It's our world, we want it back! (Lets set ourselves free, woah)
It's your world, take your world back
Take it f*cking back
There's a call, a ringing sound
Around the globe, It's gaining ground
We're tearing down the boarders
There's a voice, in your heart
It beckons you, to do your part
We're tearing down the boarders
The line is drawn, in the sand
On one side, you're a slave - the other, a free man
We're tearing down the boarders
There's a call, freedom's sound
Around the globe, it's gaining ground
We're tearing down the boarder
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Death Of A Nation
When all you need
Was a little motivation
They pointed fingers and yelled
Dead Generation
When all you need was a little care
All you got was an old white hair blank stare
Have you ever needed an ounce of love
And all you got was a whole lot of f*cked
So say your prayers
It's the death of a nation
Say your prayers
For the dead generation
Condescending broad generalizations
Get real old real fast, yeah
Just because most hippies and their parents have sold out
Does not mean that you (Yeah, you)
Your children (Your children)
And their kids won't last
So say your prayers
It's the death of a nation
Say your prayers
For the dead generation
Say your prayers
It's the death of a nation
Say your prayers
For the dead generation
Agressivness is godliness
Combativness is holiness
Destructiveness is faithfullness, yeahh
Deadliness is devoutness
Praying to a god that they created
And know damn well does not exist
We find them on their knees
Was a little motivation
They pointed fingers and yelled
Dead Generation
When all you need was a little care
All you got was an old white hair blank stare
Have you ever needed an ounce of love
And all you got was a whole lot of f*cked
So say your prayers
It's the death of a nation
Say your prayers
For the dead generation
Condescending broad generalizations
Get real old real fast, yeah
Just because most hippies and their parents have sold out
Does not mean that you (Yeah, you)
Your children (Your children)
And their kids won't last
So say your prayers
It's the death of a nation
Say your prayers
For the dead generation
Say your prayers
It's the death of a nation
Say your prayers
For the dead generation
Agressivness is godliness
Combativness is holiness
Destructiveness is faithfullness, yeahh
Deadliness is devoutness
Praying to a god that they created
And know damn well does not exist
We find them on their knees
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Operation Iraqi Liberation
This is a tale of liberation
This dedication song
Broadcast it from all stations!!
This tribute, this salute
Cold hard facts one can't refute
Number 1 liberators in the world
Can kill better than ice is cold
To save you we may have to kill you!
For freedom you may have to die
Number 1 at liberation
Liberating life from bodies
Helping spirits fly...
Freedom from...
Life
This is a tale of liberation
This dedication song
Broadcast it from all stations!! NOW
This tribute, this salute
Cold hard facts one can't refute
Number 1 liberators in the world
Can kill better than ice is cold
To save you we may have to kill you!
For freedom you may have to die
Number 1 at liberation
Liberating life from bodies
Helping spirits fly...
The government lies
The masses die
The military lies
And we all die!
Broadcast it from all stations
This is our liberation song!!!
Broadcast it from all stations
This is our liberation song!!!
Broadcast it from all stations
This is our liberation song!!!
Broadcast it from all stations
This is our liberation song!!!
This dedication song
Broadcast it from all stations!!
This tribute, this salute
Cold hard facts one can't refute
Number 1 liberators in the world
Can kill better than ice is cold
To save you we may have to kill you!
For freedom you may have to die
Number 1 at liberation
Liberating life from bodies
Helping spirits fly...
Freedom from...
Life
This is a tale of liberation
This dedication song
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This tribute, this salute
Cold hard facts one can't refute
Number 1 liberators in the world
Can kill better than ice is cold
To save you we may have to kill you!
For freedom you may have to die
Number 1 at liberation
Liberating life from bodies
Helping spirits fly...
The government lies
The masses die
The military lies
And we all die!
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This is our liberation song!!!
Broadcast it from all stations
This is our liberation song!!!
Broadcast it from all stations
This is our liberation song!!!
Broadcast it from all stations
This is our liberation song!!!
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
One People One Struggle
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
Time to see the world as a whole!
Time to light the fire with the fuel!
That's a conscience movement,
In our hearts.
Everywhere you look red white and blue
Everywhere you look they're fooling you.
Every revolutionary
Was once considered an enemy
Cointel undermined the life
Of Dr. Martin Luther King
Everywhere you look red white and blue
Everywhere you look they're fooling you.
One people, one struggle!
Stand United, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle.
Time to see the world as a whole.
Time to light the fire with the fuel.
That's a conscience movement,
In each and every one of your hearts!
Everywhere you look red white and blue
Everywhere you look they're fooling you.
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle.
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle.
The union,
Of free thinking,
Colors don't,
Mean liberty.
The union,
Of free thinking,
The union,
Of free thinking.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated!
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated!
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
Time to see the world as a whole!
Time to light the fire with the fuel!
That's a conscience movement,
In our hearts.
Everywhere you look red white and blue
Everywhere you look they're fooling you.
Every revolutionary
Was once considered an enemy
Cointel undermined the life
Of Dr. Martin Luther King
Everywhere you look red white and blue
Everywhere you look they're fooling you.
One people, one struggle!
Stand United, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle.
Time to see the world as a whole.
Time to light the fire with the fuel.
That's a conscience movement,
In each and every one of your hearts!
Everywhere you look red white and blue
Everywhere you look they're fooling you.
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle.
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle.
The union,
Of free thinking,
Colors don't,
Mean liberty.
The union,
Of free thinking,
The union,
Of free thinking.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated!
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
The people, united, will never be defeated!
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
F*ck The Flag
Brainwashing
Piece of Rag
Take it off mast, and stick it up your ass
Now it's time to slaughter
In its f*cking honor
What a bunch of f*cking shit!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag, the f*cking flag, f*ck the flag!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
Heres a flag
Take this match
Burn, that, f*cker!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*CK THE FLAG AND F*CK YOU
YOU F*CKING ASS HOLE!
Piece of Rag
Take it off mast, and stick it up your ass
Now it's time to slaughter
In its f*cking honor
What a bunch of f*cking shit!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag, the f*cking flag, f*ck the flag!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
Heres a flag
Take this match
Burn, that, f*cker!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*ck the flag and f*ck you!
F*CK THE FLAG AND F*CK YOU
YOU F*CKING ASS HOLE!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Terror State is the fifth studio album by Pittsburgh punk rock band Anti-Flag, released on October 21, 2003, on Fat Wreck Chords. The album's artwork was regarded as somewhat controversial (picturing lead vocalist Justin Sane's niece, Rachel, amongst rubble and holding an automatic handgun), and the band was forced to create an alternate version (which was simply all black with the Terror State logo centered) for sale in some larger chain stores, such as Wal-Mart.
On the inside of the cardboard sleeve surrounding the CD case there is a stencil print of GW Bush with text stating "one term President".
Produced by Tom Morello, The Terror State was hailed as Anti-Flag's most polished album to date. The album made #1 on KTUH's charts on the week of January 19, 2004. As of April 3, 2008, the album had sold 106,000 copies.
The Terror State was removed from Spotify in 2023 following the several rape and sexual assault allegations made against Sane.
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Anti-FlagOn the inside of the cardboard sleeve surrounding the CD case there is a stencil print of GW Bush with text stating "one term President".
Produced by Tom Morello, The Terror State was hailed as Anti-Flag's most polished album to date. The album made #1 on KTUH's charts on the week of January 19, 2004. As of April 3, 2008, the album had sold 106,000 copies.
The Terror State was removed from Spotify in 2023 following the several rape and sexual assault allegations made against Sane.
Genre(s): Hardcore punk, punk rock
Producer(s): Tom Morello, Nick DiDia
Length: 36:48
Released: October 21st, 2003
Year: 2003