LORDS OF DISCIPLINE


I though it died back in forty five
But it´s alive and kicking today
Bigoted views imposed on you
So you don´t get in my way
I know what I believe and I know it´s right
And I know you´re wrong
You make me ashamed of being white
But you won´t last long 
You´re so far back in time
That you got cobwebs in your mind
And the lords of discipline will never quit
I won´t give you my blessin´
Cause you need a history lesson
And I hate your white supremacist bullshit

Shiny domes with mobile phones
And boots laced up to your neck 
Like dogs and rats you hunt in packs
Picking on physical wrecks
The international language of hate 
Spews from your poison tongue

You´re forgetting our music to infiltrate open minds
You use our audience cause people wouldn´t 
Congregate and listen to your political dross

You never act without a pact in fact
You always gotta follow a boss
Use boots of fists or gas grenades 
To get your point across
And if you´re as ignorant as you make out
You won´t understand this song

 Freedom´s burning
 Heads are turning
 Smoke´s a-rising
 No-one´s learning 
 No-one´s learning 
 Freedom´s burning

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