War Pigs \n  \nGenerals gathered in their masses,\nJust like witches at black masses\nEvil minds that plot destruction,\nSorcerer of death's construction\nIn the fields the bodies burning,\nAs the war machine keeps turning\nDeath and hatred to mankind,\nPoisoning their brainwashed minds\nOh Lord Yeah!\n\nPoliticians hide themselves away\nThey only started the war\nWhy should they go out to fight?\nThey leave their role to the poor, yeah\n\nTime will tell on their power minds,\nMaking war just for fun\nTreating people just like pawns in chess,\nWait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah\n\nNow in darkness world stops turning,\nAshes where the bodies burning\nNo more War Pigs have the power,\nAnd as God has struck the hour\nDay of judgement, God is calling\nOn their knees the war pigs crawling,\nBegging mercies for their sins\nSatan, laughing, spreads his wings\nOh Lord Yeah!
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Definately the president. \nGreat lyrics.
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It was about the Viet Nam war.\n\nWhere have al the flowers gone\nYoung girls picked them everyone\n\nWhere have all the young girls gone?\nLong time passing\nWhere have all the young girls gone?\nLong time ago\nWhere have all the young girls gone?\nTakin' husbands everyone\nWhen will they ever learn?\n\nWhere have all the young men gone?\nLong time passing\nWhere have all the young men gone?\nLong time ago\nWhere have all the young men gone?\nThey're all in uniform\nWhen will they ever learn?\n\nWhere have all the soldiers gone?\nLong time passing\nWhere have all the soldiers gone?\nLong time ago\nWhere have all the soldiers gone?\nThey've gone to graveyards everyone\nWhen will they ever learn?\n\nWhere have all the graveyards gone?\nLong time passing\nWhere have all the graveyards gone?\nLong time ago\nWhere have all the graveyards gone?\nThey've gone to flowers everyone\nWhen will they ever learn?\n\nWhere have all the flowers gone?\nYoung girls picked them everyone\nWhen will they ever learn?
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A preachment, dear friends, you're about to receive,\non John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve...\n\nI once was happy and I had a good life\nI had enough money to last me for life\nI met with a gal and we went on a spree\nShe taught me to smoke and to drink whiskey.\n\nCigarettes and whiskey and wild wild women\nThey'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.\nCigarettes and whiskey and wild wild women\nThey'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.\n\nCigarettes is a blot on the whole human race.\nA man is a monkey with one in his face.\nThat's my definition, believe me dear brother,\nA fire on one end and a fool on the t'other.\n\nCigarettes and whiskey and wild wild women\nThey'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.\nCigarettes and whiskey and wild wild women\nThey'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.\n\nWrite on the cross at the head of my grave\nTo women and whiskey here lies a poor slave\nTake warning dear stranger, take warning dear friend.\nThey'll write in big letters these words at my end.\n\nCigarettes and whiskey and wild wild women\nThey'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.\nCigarettes and whiskey and wild wild women\nThey'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.\nThey'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.\nHallelujah brother.
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They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds, \nDim ghosts of men that hover to and fro, \nHugging their bodies round them, like thin shrouds \nWherein their souls were buried long ago: \nThey trampled on their youth, and faith, and love, \nThey cast their hope of human-kind away, \nWith Heaven's clear messages they madly strove, \nAnd conquered,--and their spirits turned to clay. \nLo! how they wander round the world, their grave, \nWhose ever-gaping maw by such is fed, \nGibbering at living men, and idly rave, \n"We, only, truly live, but ye are dead." \nAlas! poor fools, the anointed eye may trace \nA dead soul's epitaph in every face! it's about: the death of humanity ... \nmen have lost their souls ... they are just hollow bodies of clay ... they walk around hopelessly ... without any aim whatsoever ... everything has lost its meaning : their desire to live, their belief in a superior being, and their ability to love ... they are no longer humane ... they ignore each and every divine msg ... they turned earth into a huge grave ... they're like zombies ... dead yet alive at the same time ... sadness ... sorrow ... melancholy ... pain and suffering are spread all over the world ... From the sounds of things it is definatley about death. I am assuming it is about suicide from the line: they trampled on their youth, and faith, and love, They cast their hope of human kind away. The second half explains how they believe they are better of for leaving this world. This is my understanding, i hope it has helped
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HOLD UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1\n\nDonald Shaw I hope you are making a joke and im to slow to catch on \n\nBecause that is the most IGNORANT thing ive ever heard\n\nwhat the hell  "they are part of satan's army of darkness"\n\nyou sound like some kind of low down creep thats just recently crawled out from under a "stupid" rock and are permanently brain damaged\n\noh my god that is probably the meanest thing ive ever said \n\n\nbut come on i look on a few websites \n\nWOW how informed are you good job pat yourself on the back\n\nso just because there are a few krazy Christians (ie KKK)\nall of them are evil \n\nget your freakin facts straight \n\ncuz you sound like a dumb a$$ \n\ni leave you with some sound advice\n\nJUDGE NOT AND BE NOT, JUDGED\n\nI need to stop because im getting too mad\n\nI hope stupidity isn't contagious\n\n\n\nDOES ANYONE REALIZE HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE MUSLIM IF THEY WERE ALL PSHYCO WE ARE TALKING A LOT OF FREAKIN DAMAGE OBVIOSLY ITS ONLY A SMALL AMOUNT\n\nNAME ONE CULTURE/RELIGION THAT DOESN'T HAVE CRAZYS\n\nHINDOS,JEWS,CHRISTIANS,JAPANEESE,\nAMERICANS,SUDAN,COLUMBIA,\nHOLLAND, GERMANY,CUBA\n\nTHERE ARE CRAZYS EVERYWHERE\n\nUNLESS YOU CAN READ ARABIC AND CORRECTLY INTERPERATE UNDOCTORED SCRIPTURES\n\nSHUT THE HELL UP \n\nMY GOODNESS\nIVE NEVER FELT THIS ANGRY QUITE INVIGORATING\n\n\nLOOK WHAT YALL MADE ME DO \nTHE SECRETS OUT\nI ACTUALLY DO CARE\nDARN\n\nLONGEST IVE EVER WRITTEN TOO BAD NO ONES LOOKIN AT IT \nOR THEY WOULD STOP POSTING SUCH STUPIDITY\n\n\nIM GOING TO STOP NOW ONCE AGAIN(AT LEAST TRY)\n\nIGNORANC HARD TO CURE FEEL LIKE IM WASTING \nENERGY\n\nomg i totally sort of agree with Hums2oldies\nbut its not the majority that are MISLED \njust a lot of attention grabbing radicals
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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT \nDylan Thomas \n\nDo not go gentle into that good night, \nOld age should burn and rave at close of day; \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\nWise men at their end know dark is right, \nBecause their words had forked no lightning they \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\nGood men, the last wave by, crying how bright \nTheir fragile deeds might have danced in a green bay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\nWild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, \nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\nGrave men, near death, who see with blinding sight \nBlind eyes could blaze like a meteor and be gay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\nAnd you there, Dear father, on the sad height, \nCurse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\nThe above is in my opinion the best poem out there, You can also visit poetry.com for the works multiple amateur poets
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DISTURBED - "Land Of Confusion"\n\nI must've dreamed a thousand dreams\nBeen haunted by a million screams\nBut I can hear the marching feet\nMoving into the street\n\nNow did you read the news today?\nThey say the danger's gone away\nBut I can see the fire still alight\nBurning into the night\n\nThere's too many men, too many people\nMaking too many problems\nAnd there's not much love to go around\nCan't you see this is a land of confusion?\n\nThis is the world we live in\nAnd these are the hands we're given\nUse them and let's start trying\nTo make it a place worth living in\n\nOur superman, where are you now?\nWhen everything's gone wrong somehow\nThe men of steel, these men of power\nAre losing control by the hour\n\nAnd this is the time, this is the place\nSo we look for the future\nBut there's not much love to go around\nTell me why this is a land of confusion\n\nThis is the world we live in\nAnd these are the hands we're given\nUse them and let's start trying\nTo make it a place worth living in\n\nI remember long ago\nWhen the sun was shining\nAnd all the stars were bright\nAll through the night\nIn the wake of this madness\nAs I held you tight\nSo long ago\n\nI won't be coming home tonight\nMy generation will put it right\nWe're not just making promises\nThat we know we'll never keep\n\nThere's too many men, too many people\nMaking too many problems\nAnd there's not much love to go around\nCan't you see this is a land of confusion?\n\nNow, this is the world we live in\nAnd these are the hands we're given\nUse them and let's start trying\nTo make it a place worth fighting for\n\nThis is the world we live in\nAnd these are the names we're given\nStand up and let's start showing\nJust where our lives are going to\n\n\nKILLER TUNE !!\n\nClick the link below ..scroll down to song # 11 to listen to a sample !! :o)
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That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -\nLenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -\nworld serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,\nspeed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,\ndown height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for\nhire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies\nbreathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered\ncrop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,\ncommon group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its\nown needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the\nreverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright\nlight, feeling pretty psyched.\n\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.\n\nSix o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,\nreturn, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,\nblood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,\nlight a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,\nthis means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,\na tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives\nand I decline.\n\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.\n\nThe other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.\nLeonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.\nBirthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,\nslam, but neck, right? Right.\n\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...\n\n(It's time I had some time alone)
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"The Animal Fair"\n\nI went to the Animal Fair\nThe birds and the beasts were there\nThe big baboon by the light of the moon\nWas combing his auburn hair\n\nYou should have seen the monk\nHe sat on the elephant's trunk\nThe elephant sneezed and fell on his knees\nAnd that was the end of the monk\nThe monk, the monk, the monk,\n\nSaid a flea to a fly in a flue\nSaid the flea "Oh what shall we do?"\nSaid the fly, "Let us flee!"; said the flea, "Let us fly!"\nSo they flew through a flaw in the flue\n\nI went to the Animal Fair\nThe birds and the beasts were there\nThe big baboon by the light of the moon\nWas combing his auburn hair\n\nYou should have seen the monk\nHe sat on the elephant's trunk\nThe elephant sneezed and fell on his knees\nAnd that was the end of the monk\nThe monk, the monk, the monk,\nThe monk, the monk, the monk?\nAlternate versions shared by our visitors:\nThe monkey fell out of his bunk, (clap)\nSlid down the elephant's trunk, wheeeee\nThe elephant sneezed and fell on his knees\nAnd what became of the monkey, monkey, monkey...\n\nOr:\nThe monkey bumped the skunk\nAnd sat on the elephant's trunk\nThe elephant sneezed and fell on his knees\nAnd that was the end of the monk, the monk\nAnd that was the end of the monk\n\nOr:\nThe monkey, he got drunk,\nand fell on the elephant's trunk,\nThe elephant sneezed and fell on his knees,\nAnd that was the end of the monk-ey, monk-ey, monk-ey...\n\nAnd a new verse:\nI went to the animal zoo,\nto see a gnu I knew\nThe gnu I knew would be gnew to you,\nif you went to the animal zoo\n\n\nI went to the animal show,\nwhere all of the animals go...\n(Do you know the next two lines?)\n\nContact NIEHS (NIH, DHHS)\nChildren's Privacy and Other Disclaimers\nNIEHS Sing-Along Index\nNIEHS Kids Page Main Index
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I have a monster lurking in me\nA savage beast of vulgar mind\nShrouded by my learned civility\nIt's hidden but not hard to find\nTake away my social structure\nThe laws that bind us to conform\nOrder from which grows security\nThe comforts given by "the norm"\nThe beast will come and rear its head\nA leviathan from deep within\nThe basal creature that I am\nWhere needs and wants reign supreme\nI'm sure you see me as the beast\nLook upon me with disgust\nBut never think it's me alone\nThe monster lurks in all of us!
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Oh Bird of paper!\nEagle of the children.\nWith the pens of letters,\nwithout a dove\nand without nest.\n\nThe hands still wet of mystery\nthey create to you in a cold\nto grow dark of autumn, when they die\nthe birds and the noise\nof rain it makes us love the lamp,\nthe heart and the book.\n\nYou are born to live minutes\nin the fragile castle\nof naipes that rises trembly\nas the stem of an iris.\nand you meditate there blinds and without wings\nthat you could have been\nthe grotesco athlete who smiles\nhanged person by a thread,\nthe quiet boat without rowers nor sails,\nthe lírico\nghost ship of the miedoso insect,\nor the sad donkey\nthat they escarnecen, making it the Pegaso,\nthe blowings of the children.\n\nBut in the middle of your meditation\ndrops of humorismo go.\nDone with the crust of science\nyou ***reflx mng yourself of Destino,\nand outcries: "White Flower never dies,\nnor Luisito dies.\nThe morning is eternal, is eternal\nthe source of the dew "\n\nAnd although you do not believe in anything you say this,\nthe children do not find out\nof which there is shade behind stars\nand it shades in your castle.\n\nIn the middle of the table, when collapsing\nyour blue mansion, you have seen\nthat the milano watches to you anxiously:\n"new born.\na foam pomp on the water\nof the alive suffering "\n\nAnd you go to his luminous lips\nwhile the children laugh,\nand the papas shut up, do not awake\nthe neighboring pains.\n\nThus bird clown you disappear\nin order to be born elsewhere.\nThus bird esfinge gives your soul\nof bird fénix to the limb.
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eve of disstruction Barry Mcgwire\n\nThe Eastern World\nIt is explodin'\nViolence flarin'\nBullets loadin'\nYou're old enough to kill\nBut not for votin'\nYou don't believe in war\nBut what's that gun you're totin'\nAnd even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'\n\nBut you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend\nAh, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction\n\n\nDon't you understand what I'm tryin' to say\nAnd can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today\nIf the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away\nThere'll be no one to save\nWith the whole world in a grave\nTake a look around you boy,\nIt's bound to scare you boy\n\nAnd you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend\nAh, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction\n\n\nYeah, my blood's so mad\nFeels like coagulatin'\nI'm sittin' here, just contemplatin'\nI can't twist the truth\nIt knows no regulation\nHandful of senators don't pass legislation\nAnd marches alone can't bring integration\nWhen human respect is disintegratin'\nThis whole crazy world\nIs just too frustratin'\n\nAnd you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend\nAh, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction\n\n\nAnd think of all the hate there is in Red China\nThen take a look around to Selma, Alabama\nAh you may leave here for four days in space\nBut when you return it's the same old place\nThe poundin' of the drums\nThe pride and disgrace\nYou can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace\nHate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace\n\nBut you tell me over, and over, and over, and over again my friend\nYou don't believe we're on the eve of destruction\nNo, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
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An Open Border \nby \nScott Rohter\n\n\nTake some bricks and build a wall\nMake it solid, strong and tall.\nLet it stretch from gulf to sea\nThat safer at home we all may be.\nBuild it wide from rim to rim\nSo terrorists and smugglers can’t sneak in;\nAnd make it deep, secure from holes\nThrough which flow the drugs that wreck our souls.\nStop the drug trade in its tracks.\nKeep us safe from terrorist attacks.\nAnd let it stand the test of time\nI pray, keep safe this land of mine.\n\nConsider this, that it’s your job\nTo keep those out who would rape and rob;\nFrom this great cause you cannot run\nWhile so many of us have lost daughter and son.\nYou ask our children to serve and fight;\nThey trust their leaders to do what’s right.\nAnd what’s right is this — it’s easy to see;\nIt’s plain and simple, as one, two, three —\nIf you’ll keep us safe in the war on terror\nAn open border is a fatal error
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Where were you\n\nWhere were you when the world stop turning on that September day\nOut in the yard with your wife and children\nOr working on some stage in L.A.\nDid you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke \nRising against that blue sky\nDid you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor\nOr did you just sit down and cry\nDid you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones\nAnd pray for the ones who don't know\nDid you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble\nAnd sob for the ones left below\nDid you burst out in pride for the red, white and blue\nAnd the heroes who died just doin' what they do\nDid you look up to heaven for some kind of answer\nAnd look at yourself and what really matters\n\nI'm just a singer of simple songs\nI'm not a real political man\nI watch CNN but I'm not sure I could\nTell you the difference in Iraq and Iran\nBut I know Jesus and I talk to God\nAnd I remember this from when I was young\nFaith, hope and love are some good things He gave us\nAnd the greatest is love\n\nWhere were you when the world stop turning on that September day\nTeaching a class full of innocent children\nOr driving down some cold interstate\nDid you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor\nIn a crowded room did you feel alone\nDid you call up your mother and tell her you loved her\nDid you dust off that bible at home\nDid you open your eyes, hope it never happened\nAnd you close your eyes and not go to sleep\nDid you notice the sunset the first time in ages\nOr speak to some stranger on the street\nDid you lay down at night and think of tomorrow\nGo out and buy you a gun\nDid you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin'\nAnd turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns\nDid you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers\nStand in line and give your own blood\nDid you just stay home and cling tight to your family\nThank God you had somebody to love\n\nI'm just a singer of simple songs\nI'm not a real political man\nI watch CNN but I'm not sure I could\nTell you the difference in Iraq and Iran\nBut I know Jesus and I talk to God\nAnd I remember this from when I was young\nFaith, hope and love are some good things He gave us\nAnd the greatest is love
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been nowhere, did nothing, stole the t shirt.\ncome to the dark side, we have cookies.\nback with a vengence... and a mug of cocoa.\nsaw it, wanted it, threw a tantrum, got it.\na pat on the back is only a few centimetres from a kick up the backside.\nof course i dont look busy, i did it right the first time.\nalways remember that you're unique, yust like everyone else.\ni started out with nothing and still have most of it left.\nDo unto others…then run.\nYes I missed you. But my aim is improving.\nSupport your local medical examiner - die strangely.\nThe main reason Santa is jolly is that he knows where all the bad girls live.\nLife’s a beach, and then you drown.\nLife in a vacuum sucks.\nGot kleptomania? Take something for it.\nRomans didn’t find algebra challenging because X was always 10.\nLife’s short and hard - kind of like a bodybuilding elf.\nTwo wrongs don’t  make a right, but three lefts do.\nI’m not afraid of the dark…it’s the stuff in the dark I’m afraid of.\nEven if the voices aren’t real, they come up with some good ideas.\nRock is dead…long live paper and scissors!
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hay brther in arms.\n3 tores Irack hear.\nim still in and loking at tore 4 hear soon.\nI hate that place.\ncoming back home for the first time, you remember how strang gust walking arond hear in the states wos right.\nIt woss allmost serale for me.\nits still strang just talking to cavilyons now.\nya man like the first poster sead find some one hues ben thrue it like us.\nI remember at ferst ( some times still is ) eaving thinking about some of the  shit Ive sean gave me a varey strong adreenalin rush that cinda sent me into a fight or flight responce.\nwair I cep fealing like I wos gona get shot and neaded to leave.\nor got varey agresiv but fought to stay still and quiet.\ntalking at ferst made it werce. and I could onley start and then Id have to walk away from the topick.\nbut my step father made me talk .\nthe more I did the more It got easeer.\nand then Id go back and make it werce.\nbut I fulley beleave now that talking to some one hue knowes wot the Fu#k wear talking about has helped me to setell back into the new world we came back to.\nno I cant see my self being that persion I wos agin but im not shore I wont to be that nieave ever agin.\nits amazing wot wear capibell of doing to eatch other over an Idea isint it frend.\nlike the first gy sead you have to forcew your self to help your self by geting out and and talking.\nI v gon thrue a fue shrinks since then and no that dont have a clue but thay are good at geting you to get some of it off your chest.\na batill budy is beter.\n\nus army sinig off \ngood luck frend.\nbe strong.
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Did you ever think when a hearse goes by,\nThat you may be the next to die?\n\nThey take you out to the family plot,\nAnd there you wither, decay and rot.\n\nThey wrap you up in a bloody sheet,\nAnd then they bury you six-feet deep.\n\nAnd all goes well for a week or two,\nAnd then things start to happen to you.\n\nThe worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,\nThe ants play pinochle on your snout!\n\nOne of the worms that's not so shy,\nCrawls in one ear and out one eye.\n\nThey call their friends and their friends' friends too,\nThey'll make a horrid mess of you!\n\nAnd then your blood turns yellow-green,\nAnd oozes out like whipping cream. [Spoken] Darn, me without a spoon!\n\nYour eyes fall in, your teeth fall out,\nYour liver turns to sauerkraut.\n\nSo never laugh when a hearse goes by,\nFor you may be the next to die.