AGATHOCLES LYRICS

1. Black Tea

Everytime I go to sleep
I lick my tobacco mixed with another weep
I don’t wish to share my taste
Trading feelings is a total waste

The taste don’t matter
All is dark water
This piece of me
Is my own black tea

2. Houses Of Fraud

Taxes for the church
Taxes for the mosks
To pay these fucking buildings
Of religious fucking frauds

Religions are sucking our wallets dry
Again we’re paying for divine lies

3. Straight Lane

All the days
Playing games
Stuck to the screen
Trying to win

But in real life
Reality bites
No pause button here
Just one straight lane

4. Bits And Chips

Are you willing to be a fucking number?
Are you doomed to sleep and fucking slumber?

We’re all reduced to zeros and bits
Our lives, all captured in a microchip

No way, lives can’t be reduced to numbers
Each day, make your life fucking thunder

We’re all reduced to zeros and bits
Our lives, all captured in a microchip

5. Reduce The Pain, Refuse The Gain

Crawling in dirt
Hungry and hurt
Doomed from birth

No parents who care
Both died or disappeared
In countries quite near

Rich countries refuse
To aid and reduce
The hell of this youth

Instead they collect
All cash they can get
Of countries in debt

6. People's Property

Public services, raising their prices
Not for more quality nor job security
At the same time, cutting jobs down,
To pay ridiculous big managers’ salaries
Who the fuck decides, that prices have to rise?
Public services are public property
And who the fuck decides, who’s gonna be in charge?
Political manipulation above qualifications

Do we agree? With the corruption of public property?
Do we accept? Politicians’ greedy quest?

7. Gaszilla

Fuck these big cars, next to me
Putting me aside, when riding my bike
Polluting monsters for polluted minds
Rich people’s playing tools, to show their wallets are fine

Ban their toys
Ban their noise

Gaszilla
Out of our streets
Gaszilla
Six feet deep

8. Soap And Joke

Warning – “the most grinding” band is coming to town
Laughing – just another metal band with boring sound
Join in – you need to lovethis type
Consume – jump the bandwagon of this hype

New grind standards are a fucking joke
Using the grind banner for a macho soap

Bragging – about how good they play
Hoping – to be big one day
Ideals – nothing, nada, no fucking way
Pro-deals – to reach the top of fame

New grind standards are a fucking joke
Using the grind banner for a macho soap

9. Hyvää Paivää

Hyvää päivää, we worden leeggezogen door bank en staat
Hyvää päivää, betalen moeten we, voor hun gefaal

’t is te laat voor deze staat, weg met het kapitalistisch profitariaat
’t is te laat voor deze staat, alle macht aan het proletariaat

Hyvää päivää, waar is ons geld toch allemaal?
Hyvää päivää, betalen zullen we, Vlaming en Waal

’t is te laat voor deze staat, weg met het kapitalistisch profitariaat
’t is te laat voor deze staat, alle macht aan het proletariaat

Hyvää päivää, kapitalisme is een kwaal
Hyvää päivää, activeer het rode arsenaal

’t is te laat voor deze staat, weg met het kapitalistisch profitariaat
’t is te laat voor deze staat, alle macht aan het proletariaat

10. Financial Cris-Ass

Financial crisis, yeah, up my ass
All is stolen by the rich class
Now all of us have to pay
To clean the mess of their capitalist game

11. Motherfucker (Swing That Axe)

Hey motherfucker
Swing that axe
Hey motherfucker
Swing it in my back

12. Go With A Blow

When suicide is your only choice
Try to leave with a big noise
Join a movement of nazi pricks
And blow them all to fucking bits

13. Monkey Business

No race does exist
Same DNA, same fucking frame
We might be born from different cunts
But from apes, we all came once

14. Troops Of Rhumania

Here, we are
Thirsty, our throats dry

Troops of Rhumania
Killing barrels and jars
Joining forces with Sixpackistan
Beware, breweries and bars

15. Cut Off

Knock knock
Repo man is here
Tough luck
To take away your gear
Bills, bills
Can’t pay anymore
Cut off
Both from job and dole

16. God Save The Real Green Crocodile

I don’t care anymore
I have seen it all before
Wearing Lacoste and you’ve got style
God save the real green crocodile

17. Fangs Feasting On Funds

Why work more
Work your back sore
When they’ll close the door

To a peaceful retirement

Lets cut the crap
And bring the funds back
Taken by the rich elite pack

With their fangs in the social system

18. Cleptocracy

Comrades
of all fucking nations
Kick back
capitalist domination

It’s always time – red
To kick down – deep red
Cleptocracy – red
Of the rich elite – deep red

19. De Kiezer Heeft Nooit Gelijk

De kiezer heeft “altijd” gelijk
De slogan van een mislukt beleid
Stem gebaseerd op leugens en gezeik

Politiek gelul over wat de kiezer wil
Het plebs heeft toch maar een IQ van nul
Slikken doen ze toch, die flauwekul

20. Aside

Wandering in the streets when the sun goes down
While my feelings start to freeze
Thinking about my life, things happened in the past
While kissing a misty breeze

Street lights popping on, sun has totally gone
My shadow starts to creep
I take its hand, as my guide
and together we softly weep

a cold fog turns our tears to ice
as we’re looking at past lies
it’s time to clear our constant fears
and to manipulate life’s fucking dice

while walking between grey concrete blocks
we realize our good luck
while crossing the street, we look aside
staring int(w)o white lights

21. Ulkopuolinen

22. stuck@dumb.com

Dumb blogs on the fucking net
An easy way to get crap spread

The internet does not make you dumb
Just stupidity more accessible to everyone

Hidden behind, a mesmerizing screen
Isolated with fear, artificial being

Stupidity on line
Of dumb ass minds
Who needs this crap?
From empty heads

23. More Patches Than Brains

Hey you, yes you, staring at the mirror, to check if you look cool
Hey you, yes you, sewing up those patches, to fit the HC school
Hey you, yes you, your jacket full of patches seems your “entrance card”
Hey you, yes you, DIY activist or a walking advertising board?

Your fucking dress code, is a fucking joke
Wrapped up nicely, the content empty

More patches then brains
A living painting in an empty scene

24. Gallows Eve

Hang the chairmen of the board
From their banks, don’t believe a word
Covering up their fucking mess
Leaving the rest with fucking less

25. After The Battle

Returning from battle
Limbs gone, mind shattered
State’s fucking decision
Based on greed, not wisdom

Sent out to fight
Without knowing who’s right
There’s no glory in dying
For fuckers who’re lying

Marching towards death
Pumped full with led
The battle for liberty
A demonic black fantasy

During the battle
Slaughtered as cattle
Dead bodies sent home
While new ones need go

26. Will Gone, Lobotomy Done

They drilled my skull
To crack my will
My free mind is gone
Lobotomy done

27. Manipulotiek

Achtung - achtung

Ratelen doen ze allemaal
Geen inhoud, des te meer kabaal
Beloven maar handelen boven onze hoofden
Politiekers? Wat moet je ervan geloven

Vriendjespolitiek, de elite kliek
De klasse van de manipulotiek
En hoor je er nu eenmaal bij
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AGATHOCLES LYRICS