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Where you gonna go when the superstores close
They segregate you, but integrate your dough
What you fighting for when they kick you out the door
Before it ends you, you gotta end the war
The truth
I came. I saw. I believe
In what we can achieve
Find a way to finally breathe
And we, we won't ask you for a thing
We will demand for nothing
We will occupy and take everything
Here he come old flat top, he come shooting up the night
He doesn't have to worry they're the wrong color of white
Bashing the fashion, voluntary right
Asleep in the parade, you're gonna lose the fight
Washing away the stains
Drinking away their pain
Send it across the nationhood
You're wasted
The truth
I came. I saw. I believe
In what we can achieve
Find a way to finally breathe
And we, we won't ask you for a thing
We will demand for nothing
We will occupy and take everything
Where you gonna go when the superstores close
They segregate you, but integrate your dough
What you fighting for when they kick you out the door
Before it ends you, you gotta end the war
- Album:
- Live Acoustic At 11th Street Records
- American Spring
- A Document of Dissent
- The General Strike
- Miscellaneous
- People Or The Gun
- The People Or The Gun
- The Bright Lights Of America
- A Benefit For Victims Of Violent Crime (EP)
- For Blood And Empire
- Rock Against Bush, Vol. 1
- The Terror State
- Mobilize
- Underground Network
- Warped Tour 2001 Tour Compilation
- A New Kind of Army
- Die For The Government
- God And Country
- 11 Song Demo
- BYO Split Series, Vol. IV (Anti-Flag/Bouncing Souls)