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How The West Was Won

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Come let us prepare We brothers that are Joined on this merry occasion; Let's drink, laugh and sing; Our wine has a spring, Here's health to the men of the nation. The world is in pain Our secrets to gain But still let them guess and gaze on; They'll never divine The word or the sign Of free and strong men of the nation. It's this and it's that They cannot tell why So many great men of the nation Should aprons put on To make themselves one With the men who have found their salvation. Then joined hand in hand To each other we'll stand Be merry with bright faces on; What mortal can boast So noble a toast As free and strong men of the nation!

Casino Nation

JACKSON BROWNE "The Naked Ride Home"
(Browne, McCormick, Goldenberg, Lewak & Young) In a weapons producing nation under Jesus In the fabled crucible of the free world Camera crews search for clues amid the detritus And entertainment shapes the land The way the hammer shapes the hand Gleaming faces in the checkout counter at the Church of Fame The lucky winners cheer Casino Nation All those not on TV only have themselves to blame And don't quite seem to understand The way the hammer shapes the hand Out beyond the ethernet the spectrum spreads DC to daylight, the cowboy mogul rides Never worry where the gold for all this glory's gonna come from Get along dogies, it's coming out of your hides The intentional cultivation of a criminal class The future lit by brightly burning bridges Justice fully clothed to hide the heart of glass That shatters in a thousand Ruby Ridges And everywhere the good prepare for perpetual war And let their weapons shape the plan The way the hammer shapes the hand

Tax Free

JONI MITCHELL "Dog Eat Dog"
Front rooms Back rooms Slide into tables Crowd into bathrooms Joke around Cheap talk Deep talk Talk, talk, talk around the clock Crawl home Lie down Teeth chatter Heart pounds I don't feel so good I don't feel so good Push a button to escape Preacher on the tube crying Lord! There's evil in this land Evangelist: Rock and roll music! Cast down these dope-fiends And there noisy bands! Damn their souls! Preacher preaching love like vengeance Preaching love like hate Calling for large donations Promising estates Rolling lawns and angel bands Behind the pearly gates You know, he will have his in this life But yours will have to wait He's immaculately tax free Mulitiple hundreds of thousands of ... Tax free Hundreds and millions of dollars Tax free A hundred billion dollars! And who is paying the price? Who, who Your children are Pissed off Jacked up Scream into the mike Spit into the loving cup Strut like a rooster March like a man God's hired hands and the devil bands Packing the same grandstands Different clothes Pot in their pockets! Different hair Sexually active Raise a screaming guitar or a bible in the air Theatre of anguish Theatre of glory God's hired hands and the devil bands Oh come let us adore---ME! Lord, there's danger in this land You get witch-hunts and wars When church and state hold hands Fuck it! Tonight I'm going dancing With the drag queens and the punks Big beat deliver me From this sanctimonious skunk We're no flaming angels And he's not heaven sent How can he speak for the Prince of Peace When he's hawk-right militant And he's immaculately tax free Our nation has lost its guts! Save me Our nation has lost its strength Tax free Our nation has whimpered and cried Save me And petted the Castros Tax free The Khomeinis' and the Kaddafis' Save me For so long Tax free That we don't know how to act like a man Save me I think that we should turn the United States Marines loose on that little island south of Florida and stop that problem! I am preachin' love, I am!

Opening The West

JOHNNY CASH "America: A 200-Year Salute In Story And Song"
And the shining Rocky Mountains looked down on the people coming Strong and sturdy freedom lovin' settlers cowboys pioneers Now no foreign crown would rule them Now a nation strong was standing even bigger was it growing Added Iowa, Wisconsin then broke through the shining mountains Staked a claim on California Panned the gold out of its rivers irrigated desert valleys Oregon, Minnesota, Kansas now were added to the total Making 34 to number of the States now in the Union And the years 1860 to 65 the history books're full of it The sadness the heartbreak and the songs of that period Tell us of a sadness and of a heartbreak when the nation was torn asunder

Son Of The Damned

Bathory
Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls. Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man if you allow all shit that's happening in this damned rotten land. The pressure your damned system, religion and school puts on our minds creates an all collective pain that no damn walls can keep inside. Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me. Do you think you're safe locking me up and then throwing away the key. Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free. Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just a product of a broken nation's shattered dream. Death. Death to all. Pigs screaming, The blood runs down the walls. You'll never be successful trying to keep the madness behind these walls because the pain comes from inside and creates chaos within all. You can put me in the chair and watch me fucking fry. But I am aware my death's a nation's alibi. Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me. Do you think you're safe locking me up and then throwing away the key. Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free. Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just a product of a broken nation's shattered dream. Can´t you see I´m out man. Can´t you see I´m free. Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls. Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man if you allow all shit that's happening in this damned rotten land. The pressure your damned system, religion and school puts on our minds creates an all collective pain that no damn walls can keep inside. Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me. Do you think you're safe locking me up and then throwing away the key. Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free. Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just a product of a broken nation's shattered dream.

FreeNation Rebel Soldier

MICK JENKINS "Trees & Truths"
Start the steamer We steaming the marijuana Like spark plugs for the conversation Free Nation Rebels a compilation of real niggas Field niggas, don't you let us off the chain Cause we plotting, I'm just writing Fingers bleeding like I'm picking cotton Fresh jazz, but I spit it rotten Put vendettas in the letters for the mail But I'm picking Stockton Fuck your stocks, I'm a bigger option Fuck your couch, you a opp In my socks, we can get it popping Get the picture, we don't do the cropping Clean floor, we don't do no mopping Fuck you thought it was Niggas talk, we don't make them stop Cause we often too busy with debacles To worry about the debauchery, oh All saints [?] Got caught up with a case Nigga handcuffed with a narc I ain't never preaching above you Just telling you about the struggle Cause the flash ain't never going to bring the light to the dark It's all good Like the kush I been puffing with this ginger ale This world cold but it's nothing if you been in hell I tell them patience isn't hard when you been in jail Ready for the war, nigga, Tom Clancy, Splinter Cell Since they whooped Emmett Till shit done been real Billy with the wood club and sword with the pencil Use a stencil And probably still couldn't trace Sean Puffing up pepper spray And they say I'm spitting mace Back in '96 When Patti Mayonnaise was a bad bitch and Hip hop was still full of classics Not a bunch of trees Just a bunch of truth and the fruit be the leaves Nigga let me see your roots Homie stay grounded Don't let them flies turn your hopes into hurt Cause the highs just like holes in a skirt Fam I never chase it How you talk shit, you never taste it? I see through the lies like I had Lasik I'm never basic Face it You niggas faking You need a face lift I see the makeup, the whips, chains, and the bracelets And that don't mean a damn thing to me No that don't mean a damn thing to Free You talking truth you better bring the trees You talking truth you better bring the trees You better get to know me I move in silence like I'm with Shinobi Need a shooter, better get a Kobe You want to wrestle with these words then I'm Mick Foley This Trees and Truths but I've been killing them since Killing Them Softly I thought I told you Free Nation Rebel Soldier I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what Free Nation in the place to be tonight [x4] Now put your hands up [x4] I got love for all of my niggas Free Nation Rebel Soldier Free Nation Rebel Soldier

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