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A frightened child's blue eyes meet a ghostly shade of white
That fateful night
The men clad in black suits came to the door
And dragged him away smearing his blood upon the door
Recall my mother weeping outside under the moon
"Daddy's gone forever, love, but we'll see him real soon"
They killed my dad, I missed him bad, I missed my family
But five years laster, on the full moon, Father came to see me
I saw a ghost and it opened up my eyes
His skin was white, his eyes were bright
but he was not quite there
The color of the moonlight matched his slivery-black hair
He spoke to me in a tone so grave, yet it sounded so tender
" Exact revenge upon them, son, lest I go unremembered"
I took up those words, those splendid words
and mustered up the nerve
The men dressed in black suits got what the deserved
His debt was paid for . . . ., but now all else is well
And I'll talk to my dad again when I see him in Hell
I saw a ghost and it opened up my eyes
Slobs like us, you know we don't even matter
Making us want to become something we're not
Trying to tantalize us with what they've got
The screen is a weapon in the media war
Drugs, sex, and fashion turn into their whore
Life is a sitcom, or so they would say
As they drag us along by the throat everyday
Kill Your Television/Think For Yourself/For a Change/It's Gonna Do You In
The anchormen dictating biased news
Making an offer that we just can't refuse
"Be like the stars" and wear their clothes and their labels
Their fake puppeters are hidden under the table
Chorus
Follow a blueprint cause the box told you so
And spread it around to all the people you know
Well, our days of submission are finally through
Kill Your Television Before It Kills You
The systematic pressure closes in around me
Gotta find a way out cause I just can't take no more
I'm in a blackened room and I can't find the door
My head's a mess from fighting with my damn family
Seems the only solace is weed and parties
but I don't see the fun in fifty kids just getting stoned
That don't do nothing for me, I'd rather be alone
I don't need your beer, I don't need your pot
Just let me at my skateboard and an empty parking lot
When my board hits the rail, the world is clear
The problems in my head just seem to disappear
I don't need your booze, and I don't need your dank
I only need my board and a smooth, open-ended bank
When my board hits the rail, the world is clear
The problems in my head just seem to disappear
No, I don't care if they have nothing to eat
I don't care if it's the red, white, or the blue
that makes you think you're free
I don't care if the people have had it
No, I don't give a fuck about the stupid planet
I'm the next-in-line of the right-wing
fascist suits who've always ran it
Born and engineered to keep it their way by making us the means
Brain washed and tossed and left to nothing
By the time I'm too old to be the future
Made to act like everyone else
With a step, a smile, and a paltry "Thank You, Sir"
I don't care if the war's growing larger
I don't care if the cops take charge
I don't care cause I've been taught, led, and told
to let them take what's ours
I don't care if it's them or me
No, I'm only gonna care if it's on TV
No, I don't care, I'm what you'd call
a Generation X commodity
I'm a man of few words, but who needs words with actioins like these?
Brainwashed and tossed and left to nothing
By the time I turn 21
Made to look like everyone else
Cause as a kid, I'll always be under the gun
And you would think there'd be a way out of this life
Pre-destined for me
But like a drone, like a fucking robot
We're brainwashed with conformity
Quit taking orders
It's all that's left
1..2..3..4..
You're still being fake, i see in your face
That's enough this time, you've crossed the line
and 41 shots
Unarmed
Put down by coward cops
Attacks
America is cursed
But our hate
and bombs just make it work
But I got my own thoughts, I can make a choice
I got some complaints, but I need a voice
Sweatshops
Children overworked
So some rich kid
Can by himself a silly purse
High School
And everyone's the same
Find your own path
and suddenly you're to blame
Fuck your perfect lives, take it all back
You can't protect your house now, can't protect your car
Your Starbucks and your GAP is all your lives now are
Burn . . . Burn
You act like you're so superior, like you bought your way to top
You kick me down as inferior just like some stupid cop
Fire in the suburbs, charcoal dust and ash
I fuel the flames of anger with your conformist trash
You can't protect your money, you can't protect your face
I burn it all to nothing, burn your perfect base
Burn . . . Burn
You drive a foreign car to your expensive summer home
You haven't worked for what you have, no effort for what you own