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legion of doom - hands down gandhi lyrics

(sf)
on my soap box yelling into megaphones.
killing hard rocks using carc-sses as stepping stones.
had to promise that i’d stop holding my marches
the day that chris columbus got crucified on golden arches.
my pedestal was too tall to climb off,
in fact that’s the reason for the high horse.
and from up here i see marines and hummers on a conquest;
underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest,
all for the sake of military recruitment.
it felt like kent state the way they targeted the students,
i galloped off whistling “ohio.”
the rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.
what would they die for? (repeat)
(dc)
breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep
this air is blessed, you share with me
(sf)
i can pay my own birth
the time taken from minimum wage labor
i don’t care how half-naked or fake she looks,
she smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.
what would she die for?
slow down gandhi, you’re killin’ em
slow down gandhi, you’re killin’ em.
(dc)
hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember
i’ll always remember (in the background 2x)
(sf)
now it’s whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;
case dismissed, they’ll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,
it leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.
the west memphis 3 lost paradise,
it’s death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.
all i wanted was a f-cking pepsi.
inst-tution.
making you think you’re crazy is a billion dollar industry.
if they could sell sanity in a bottle
they’d be charging for compressed air,
and marketing healthcare.
they demonize welfare,
middle cl-ss eliminated,
rich get richer til the poor get educated.
but some of y’all still haven’t grown into your face,
and your face doesn’t quite match your head.
and i’m waiting for a brain to fill the dead sp-ce that’s left,
you’re all, “give me ethnicity or give me dreads.”
trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,
cause when push turns to shove
you jump into your forefathers arms.
he’s a banker, you’re part of the system,
off go the dreadlocks in comes the income.
the briefcase (the freebase)
(dc)
stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can’t hear…
so we can get some. (in the background)
the sickness (the symptom)
when the cameras start rollin’ stay the f-ck outta the picture pilgrim!
the briefcase (the freebase)
the sickness (the symptoms)
when the cameras start rollin’…
slow down gandhi, you’re killin’ em.
(dc)
hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember
i’ll always remember (in the background 2x)
(sf)
mr. save the world, spare us the details,
save the females from losing interest.
and miss save the universe,
you’re a damsel in distress,
tied down to a track of isolated incidents.
generalize my disease,
i need a taste of what it’s like.
living off the fat of kings,
i play the scab at your hunger strike.
slow down gandhi, you’re killin’em.
one love, one life, one too many victims.
republicrat, democran, one party system.
media goes in a frenzy,
they’re stripped of their credentials.
presidential candidates can’t debate over this instrumental.
let ’em freestyle, winner takes all,
when the music’s dead, i’ll have ted nugent’s head hangin’ on my wall.
kill one of ours, we’ll kill one of yours.
with some friendly fire, that’s a funny term, like civil war.
six in the morning, police at my crib.
now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids.
the crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.
new flavored food made of mutated hybrids.
uh, they tell me that it’s not that bad.
it f-cks you up good, but its not that bad.
they hold on to these tales till it’s the dog that wags.
god save us all if he lets the cat out the bag.
(dc)
i’ll always remember (in the background 2x)
(sf)
who’s the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?
who can pen a hateful threat but can’t hold a sword?
it’s the same who complain about the global war,
but can’t overthrow the local joker that they voted for.
(dc)
hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember
i’ll always remember (in the background)
they call the shots
(but they’re not in the line of fire).
i call the cops
(but they’re breakin the line of duty).
lets call a stop to the abuse of authority.
the truth keeps callin’ me, and i’ma live to tell the story.
(dc)
hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember
i’ll always remember (in the background)
so look for truth, quit seeking forgiveness.
you need to cut the noose, but you don’t believe in scissors.
you support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?
just bring home my motherf-ckin’ brothers and sisters.
(dc)
hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember
i’ll always remember (in the background)
cause they don’t call the shots
(but they’re in the line of fire).
i’d like to call the cops
(but they’re breakin’ the line of duty).
it’s time to call a stop
(to the abuse of authority).
the truth keeps calling me
and i’ma live to tell the story.

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