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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