Sneakers
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland we've never seen.
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the setting sun.
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pip
Sell Out Society
making something out of nothing
with punk we have a start
you can see it in our faces
we're here to kick society's ass
rejected by the masses
and rejected from the upper class
we finally have a say
a voice for the lower class
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this society...will sign your life
this society...for the business man
this society...don't fall in their trap
this society...for fame and cash
this society...for fame and cash
business man smiles draining away all the life we have
he's at meeting planning what other scenes we like to attack
your following is dying and so will be your cash
soon you will be forgotten
don't expect respect from us
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no you say that punk is dead
drain the life of someone else
hardcore and ska for the masses
easy cash for the bosses
the best of us you couldn't take
our way of life is here to stay
you sign the scene life away
you got no self respect
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