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Post hardcore political lyrics here. Think of songs that we shold be reminded of in this day and age. Post some hardcore inspirational political lyrics. It doesn't matter what end of the political spectrum it will pour out of, just post your little heart out.

I feel this one is particularly important. "A Speculative Fiction" by propagandhi.

A Speculative Fiction
A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel.
Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel
all American dignitaries, and issue a nation-wide travel advisory for any others left inside. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

The burned out shells of south-bound traffic lay strewn
across a cold stretch of would-be interstate.
Still visible below their charred remains: Pax Americana plates.
Your stupid f*****g laser-pucks were just the start.
And while you may stand six full cubits and a span, we got a shepard's sling and five stones in our hand and the battle of 1812 lives in our heart.

We don't care if we're destroyed. We'll never capitulate. We'll take the whole f*****g world down, down with us in flames.

Just a speculative fiction.
No cause for alarm.
We got a good 15 years left
till the United We Stand murals on West Broadway finally fade
and we wave good-bye to such sad, childish refrains.
Replaced with other stupid lullabies like "you can have my guns when you pry them from my cold dead hands".

Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm.

New Faith by Slayer

Holy man open up your eyes
To the ways of the world you've been so blind
As the walls of religion come crashing down
How's the ignorance taste the second time around

Tell me how it feels knowing chaos will never end
Tell me what it's like when the celebration begins

Welcome to the horror of the revelation
Tell me what you think of your savior now
I reject all the biblical views of the truth
Dismiss it as the folklore of the times
I won't be force fed prophecies
From a book of untruths for the weakest mind
Join the new faith for the celebration
Cult of new faith fuels the devastation

Holy man come and worship me
I am all that you ever wanted to be
I'm the life of indulgence you never knew
The epitome of evil shining through

Tell me how it feels knowing chaos will never end
Tell me what it's like when the celebration begins

Welcome to the horror of the revelation
Tell me what you think of your savior now
I reject all the biblical views of the truth
Dismiss it as the folklore of the times
I won't be force fed prophecies
From a book of untruths for the weakest mind
I keep the bible in a pool of blood
So that none of its lies can affect me

This is new faith
A different way of life
Witness the shame
See for yourself the lies
I'll take the fight
Bring it every time, any time
Refuse to let them win
My heresy begins

Pray for life - wish for death
Pray for life - know in time you'll pray for death

Tear it away
It lives inside your mind
Silence the fear
That keeps you pure inside
Now you can see
Life's atrocities endlessly
Witness the miracle
Witness the miracle

Pray for life - wish for death
Pray for life - with every breath
You'll pray for death - you'll pray for death
Embrace new faith, embrace new faith
Yeah, new faith - yeah, new faith.

Wake Up-Rage Against The Machine

Come on!
Uggh!

Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's s**t
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, back in this...
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!


I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

'He may be a real contender for this position should he
abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers...And neutralize them,
neutralize them, neutralize them'

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow

Why are rock groups always left-wing?

Rule Britannia
Thomas Augustine Arne, 1740; from a poem by James Thompson.

When Britain first at Heav'n's command
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain;

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

The nations not so blest as thee,
Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

Still mor majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

To thee belongs the rural reign;
They cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guide the fair.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

The Guns of Brixton - The Clash

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton



77% - The Herd

so i'm left sitting here, staring into a beer
shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear
stranger in my own land, can't understand
how the very word australian has been damned
i f*****g hate myself - take ozi from my name
erase this endless shame, forever casting blame
if you don't act the same will i destroy you?
everyone looks the same beaten black and blue

and so f**k you - you f****n redneck p*****
fact is the only f****n s**t that sticks
watch as i tear the very skin from my face
so none'll see my race - my deep disgrace
you not even from here in the first place!
and those that are you wanna further debase
nup - no more - never again whether by fist or pen
i will defend - cos i'm at a loose end

the shattered remnants of ozi dignity
i'm a skip/wh***y/round eye suprise me
by using your shrivelled brain to please explain
how the clever country has gone down the drain
we rode the sheep's back now the sheep ride you
if this is how it is don't ever call me true blue
i denounce my ancestors, wounds still fester
if you say it aint so i suggest ya wake up

this country needs a f*****g shake up

wake up - these ***** need a shake up
nation of immigrants - height of hypocrisy
talkback? squawking hacks - won't relax
until jonesey, zemanek + laws are all axed
77 percent of aussies are racist
and if you're here - i'll say it your faces
rich redneck p***** still hold all the aces
so i'll buy ya a beer - with an arsenic chaser
better off dead? is that what i've said?
tempting to take for all the blood you've shed

just a couple of fools can make us all seem dumb
that's why mainsteam media makes me so f****n glum
just anglo reality - intellectual cavities
channel 9 fostering prejudiced mentalities
i won't be a casualty - just mention casually
that i won't stand for you shit-eating bullies
preying on peeps without a mainstream voice
most of youse stay silent but i've got no choice

wake up - this country needs a f*****g shake up
wake up - these ***** need a shake upa

so i've yelled my lungs out but to no avail
that you're a stranger yourself is the sting in the tail
captain cook was the very first queue jumper
and it was immigrant labour that made australia plumper
enough is enough - whiteys pack your stuff
we don't wanna live in england? - well that's just tough
time for us to wake up

Between the Wars
Billy Bragg

I was a miner, I was a docker
I was a railwayman between the wars
I raised a family in time of austerity
With sweat at the foundry, between the wars
I paid the union and as times got harder
I looked to the government to help the working man
They brought prosperity, down at the armoury
We're arming for peace, my boys, between the wars

I kept the faith and I kept voting,
Not for the iron fist, but for the helping hand
Theirs is a land with a wall around it
And mine is a faith in my fellow man
Theirs is a land of hope and glory
Mine is the green field and the factory floor
Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers
Mine is the peace we knew between the wars

Call up the craftsmen, bring me a draughtsman
Build me a path from cradle to grave
And I'll give my consent to any government
That does not deny a man a living wage
Go find the young men, never to fight again
Call up the banners from the days gone by
Sweet moderation, the heart of this nation,
Desert us not, we are between the wars

(the mumbling is said to be "And behold when they opened the sixth door
there was a great earthquake,
and the sun became black as sackcloth.")

Take Down the Union Jacl
Take down the Union Jack, it clashes with the sunset
And put it in the attic with the emperors old clothes
When did it all fall apart? Sometime in the 80s
When the Great and the Good gave way to the greedy and the mean
Britian isnt cool you know, its really not that great
Its not a proper country, its doesnt even have a patron saint
Its just an economic union thats passed its sell by date.

Take down the union jack, it clashes with the sunset
And ask our scottish neighbours if independence looks any good
'Cos they just might understand,
how to take an abstract notion Of personal identity and turn t into nationhood
Is this the 19th century that im watching on tv?
The dear old queen of england handing out those mbes
Member of the british empire - that doesnt sound good to me

Gilbert and george are taking the p*** arent they?
Gilbert and george are taking the p***
What could be more british than heres a picture of my bum
Gilbert and george are taking the p***

Take down the union jack, it clashes with the sunset
And pile those history books, but dont throw them away
They might just have some clues about what it realy means
To be an anglo hyphen saxon in england.co.uk

Discharge

Decontrol
They fill you up with their f******* lies
You're the victims of government schemes
They take liberties they've no right to take
And you believe they're oh so right
They only show concern when war is declared
Cos you're their power and glory
This whole affair's so f******* unfair
It's so f******* sick

Decontrol, decontrol
We're being s*** on far too long

Always Restrictions
Twisting words words for their own gain
Led up another garden path
Kept in darkness and fed on crap
It's a messed up, f***** up f***** system

They're always there with their restrictions
Always there to put you down
Anarchy's the only solution now
It's a messed up, f***** up f***** system

Does This System Work?
Men and women young and old
Out on the streets homeless
Does the system, does the system, does this system work?

In plastic bags they carry their homes
Clothes in rags they walk the streets
Does the system, does the system, does this system work?

In bins they search for the odd dog end
The odd dog end and food
Does the system, does the system, does this system work?

Meanwhile
Half the world is starving dying of disease
World military expenditure increases
Half the world is living in poverty
World military expenditure increases

Massacre Of Innocence (Air Attack)
Sounds of distant aircraft get louder
Louder, louder and louder
Massacre of innocence

Men, women and children
Flee from the open in search of safety
Massacre of innocence

A woman breaks down and cries
Her child is left playing in the street
Massacre of innocence

Never Again
A blinding light, winds and firestorms agonised crying
Never never never again

Unanswered cries of help, panic and desperation
Never never never again

Dazed and stricken survivors search for lost families
Never never never again

Choking lust, crazy with thirst, drinking from poisoned pools and streams
Never never never again

Protest And Survive
The savage mutilation of the human race is set on course
Protest and survive
Protest and survive

It is up to us to change that course
Protest and survive
Protest and survive

There'll Always be an England

I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
May this fair dear land we love so well
In dignity and freedom dwell.
Though worlds may change and go awry
While there is still one voice to cry


There'll always be an England
While there's a country lane,
Wherever there's a cottage small
Beside a field of grain.
There'll always be an England
While there's a busy street,
Wherever there's a turning wheel,
A million marching feet.


Red, white and blue; what does it mean to you?
Surely you're proud, shout it aloud,
"Britons, awake!"
The empire too, we can depend on you.
Freedom remains. These are the chains
Nothing can break.


There'll always be an England,
And England shall be free
If England means as much to you
As England means to me.

if white america told the truth for one day its world would fall apart ~ manic street preachers

Images of perfection, suntan and napalm
Grenada - Haiti - Poland - Nicaragua
Who shall we choose for our morality?
I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy

Big mac, smack, phoenix, please smile, y'all
Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline
Your idols speak so much of the abyss
Yet your morals only run as deep as the surface

Cool - groovy - morning - fine
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
I love a free country
The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy!

Conservative say, "There ain't no black in the union jack"
Democrat say, "There ain't enough white in the stars and stripes"

Compton - Harlem - a pimp f**ked a priest
The white man has just found a new moral saviour
Vital stats - how white was their skin?
"Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing"

Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
Real privilege, it will take your problems all away
Number one - the best - no excuse from me
I am here to serve the moral majority!

Cool - groovy - morning - fine
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
I love a free country
The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy!

Zapruder the first to m*********
The world's first taste of crucified grace
And we say: there's not enough black in the union jack
And we say: there's too much white in the stars and stripes

F**k the Brady bill
F**k the Brady bill
If God made man they say,
"Sam Colt made him equal"

This isn't really my cup of tea, but in the interests of maintaining balance :

THE GODS LOOKED DOWN
Sol Invictus

The gods looked down, and they sighed
The gods looked down and wondered why

That like the flowers—we bloom and die
That however strong our arms—we let our hands be tied
We build great walls, but for our sins
We open up the gates and let the assassins in

And the gods looked down, and they sighed
And the gods looked down, and they cried
For the ruins that once stood tall
For we slaves who once ruled all
For a goddess who now lies still
For a civilization that's now an ant-hill

And the gods looked down, and they sighed
And the gods looked down, and then they died!

THE SAM SONG

Well i have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more
Of armalites and mortar bombs i thought i knew the score
Now we have a weapon that we've never used before
The Brits are looking worried and they're going to worry more

Tiocfaidh ar la (translation- our day will come), sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone
Soon i learned that bricks and stones wont drive the brits away
It wasn't very long before i joined the IRA

Tiocfaidh ar la, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

Then there came internment in the year of '71
The brits thought we were betten that we were on the run
On that early august morning they kicked in our back door
But for every man they took away there was plenty more

Tiocfaidh ar la, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I spent eight years in the cages had time to think and plan
Although they locked away a boy i came out a man
Thewre's only one thing that i learned while in the cell i lay
The brits will never leave us until they're blown away

Tiocfaidh ar la, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

All through the days of hunger strike i watched my comarades die
And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the woman cry
I can't forget the massacre that friday at Loughall
I salute my fallen comrades as i watch the choppers fall

Tiocfaidh ar la, sing up thr 'RA
Sam missiles in the sky

You'll love this, eamonn .

The Green Grassy Slopes

Some folks sing of mountains and valleys
Where the wild flowers abundantly grow,
And some of the wave-crested billows
That dash 'neath the waters below.
But I'm going to speak of a river,
And I hope in the chorus you'll join
Of the deeds that were done by King William,
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne.

On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne,
Where the Orangemen with William did join,
And fought for our glorious deliv'rance
On the green grassy Slopes of the Boyne
On the banks of that beautiful river,
There the bones of our forefathers lie,
Awaiting the sound of the trumpet
To call them to glory on high.
In our hearts we will cherish their memories,
And we all like true Brethren will join.
And praise God for sending us King William,
To the green Grassy slopes of the Boyne

Orangemen will be loyal and steady,
For no matter what'er may betide,
We will still mind our war-cry "No Surrender!"
So long as we've God on our side,
And if ever our service is needed.
Then we all like true Brethren will join,
And fight, like valliant King William,
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne

On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne,
Where the Orangemen with William did join,
And fought for our glorious deliv'rance
On the green grassy Slopes of the Boyne
On the banks of that beautiful river,
There the bones of our forefathers lie,
Awaiting the sound of the trumpet
To call them to glory on high.
In our hearts we will cherish their memories,
And we all like true Brethren will join.
And praise God for sending us King William,
To the green Grassy slopes of the Boyne