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This is the page that contains the blasphemous ideas of G. i. Jesus.

Riots

They tell you what to do and they don't listen to themselves

They scream and yell at you they make your life a living hell

They don't understand what they do to you

They need to stop the shit they put you through

Don't let them drag you down

There's a chance to fight it

Don't let them drag you down

Let's start a riot!

Do as they say and not as they do and don't think for yourself

You're a slave in their eyes and you're living in hell

They don't understand the pain they put you through

They don't understand that they torture you

Don't let them drag you down

There's a chance to fight it

Don't let them drag you down

Let's start a riot!

Mister President

Well Mr. President-he don't know me

Mr. President-thinks he owns me

Mr. President-thinks i'm a slave

and he works us all into the grave

Mr. President come down to my city

just for one day you could live like me

you could live just how we live

you could do all the things we did

i'm sure you'll like it fine

here below the poverty line

Mr. President campaign in my city

i'm runnin'-scared from you

and all your-corporate goons

scared to death-of the ATF

if they catch me-it means death

mr president come down to my city........

they're comin' my way-CIA

gettin' caught ment-interment camps

turn around i-see FBI

with orders sent-from Mr. President!

mr. president send those fuckers my way

i'll make this the worst day

or your entire life

wanna hear about corporate strife!?

Mr. President campaign in my city

everytime-i commit a crime

i try to not-get fuckin' caught

but it don't work-president smirks

thinks he's heaven sent-FUCK THE GOVERNMENT!!!

mr. president i hate you

and all the shit you put me through

trust me i'll pay you back

line up full frontal attack

mr. president stay away from my city