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vents - first of may lyrics

[verse 1:]
may day the first of the month
get your charred carc-ss into market sqaure
drop bombs at gestapo
yeh i’m still killing, stand on my own real feelin’
dying on my feet while you still kneelin’
both knees, 2 thou 6, no peace
24 years see police still run, die, try’na survive
don’t want n-body getting outta line
it’s the five letter vents reign of terror
trials what you think of that?
([trials] – yeh we break whatever)
it’s the overworked ’bout to go berserk
making punks disappear like presto jerk
i lurk knee deep beneath the remains of
broken dreams of fragile brains
i wrote growing pains as a joke
when you staring down the barrel of a world where they murder for a c-ke
now

[chorus:]
chill
we can give ya girl a little something she can feel
vents on the war path, crews not a deal
looking for a war better than a hot meal
trials-like still
murder, death, kill.
we can give ya girl a little something she can feel
vents on the war path, crews not a deal
looking for a war better than a hot meal
murder, death, kill.

[verse 2:]
as the world celebrated, vents one self-educated
crews stayed tight and the buzz generated
love is love, wanna crush defeat but
solidarity kinda tough to beat
and we under one flag
dirty-rotten’s thickest sc-m bag like sid vicious on skag
hate to brag but d-mn i’m good
and you talk about quitting – yes man you should
but don’t change the dial we the rank and file
throwing rocks at a tank and the world banks staff
like “woooo”. check the cl-ssroom, 12 years of what
sit there – shut the f-ck up.
don’t speak, a battle in the bandsaw beat
better chill your test in the depths of both feet
no sleep, return of the man of rock
without a clothing brand or government stash
now

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
we the black september, will not surrender
fingers stay burnt from the ember
hair-trigger temper
yeah pig offender
no you not searching the car
seargent disturbed in the car
leave me the f-ck alone
i roll like stallone in cobra – feed alone
and how we supposed to sleep when your beds is burning
pay my rent, get the bourbon
and drink ’till i really can’t think no more
year after year it’s the same f-cking war, for the same f-cking dollar
here today, gone tomorrow
thoughts of death – six o’clock horror
talked to me, thoughts of terror torture me
tales of death villages told morbidly
i learned how to murder when i was a child
as six million flicks built a lot of f-cking style
now

[chorus]

- vents lyrics

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