born in a vulgar crooked hut In the shadow of Wilson's castle Venomous scorn from a life of bitter toil In the shadow of Wilson's castle Glory esteem fueled
families Economic prison and self-hate is my birth-right, see? Fratricide, homicide, suicide, genocide They wanna kill the niggas and wetbacks silently Fueled
the grappling hook, Lets fine the bottom of this cave and close the book! The salt on my lips is an enzyme, That metabolizes reality, To fuel these
Does destroying life make you pleased? Senseless tests with nothing to prove Destruction of animals is what you choose Taxpayer's money supplies the fuel
he was coming to believe it was a hoax And that no one had ever been to the moon I thought he had a mission Dave, the moon man To prove to everyone
All your glorious battles, what did they amount to, what did they prove? All for your pride of country, all for your sacred democracy, rival national
cut so deep, So I pick the scabs with nothing left to lose, You know I've got the scars to prove. Just another boy fueled by the revolution, Just another
coat the feelings and cure my depression A shot of petrol is my bonafide method To lose control and get thoroughly distracted I'm on the money, here I come Fuel
surprised? I ain't, because I already knew By promoting political deaths they could not give a fucking toss Sexism reigns in mans green wordl The A.L.F. proves
to boost us, before we prove 'em wrong Kinda revolutionary to move us, but life goes on Within the music and the song It's abusive if you use it to fuel
Oh, another face joins the crowd It's time to impress, time to prove yourself You don't realize That in a year's time you'll be over this Moved on to
side I am right by your side, yeah Young lover I stand It was their idea, I proved to be a man Take my fucking hand It was their idea, I proved to be
. She says OH Sweet Jesus don't need no Holy Oil Been a bumrush dreamer while taking her stroll Her author babysat with a B-40 lit. Show and prove no
You know I put my faith in you (I gave it all to you) There's nothing left for me to prove (There's nothing left for me) And I won't be there when you
there too, oh you can make it there Stones may block your path people they may laugh Say your acting like a fool, this fuels your will to prove So don
Lightning strikes turning ashes to embers Starting the fire ignites the fuel I bring Burning ambition will give me protection Reach for the ring and you
anyway. Yes, I went and did it anyway. But if only... (you should listen) But if only... (stop and think) I was in control (so I thought) With a foolproof plan - what a joke! Proving