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