KMFDM
“A Drug against Wall Street” (2011)
Lyrics by KMFDM
K-M-F-D-M
1-2-3-4
Occupy Wall Street
The world’s on fire
Smoke them out
And hang ‘em higher
Anonymous here
Anonymous there
We are the people
We’re everywhere
[Chorus]:
March to the drum of the ultra-heavy
beat
KMFDM is a drug against Wall Street
Search and destroy
The thieves and liars
The reign of terror
Has expired
Take no prisoners
Make no mistake
Our children’s future
Is at stake
[Chorus]
21st Century
Robin Hood
Destroy what destroys us
Once and for good
Occupy Wall Street
The world’s on fire
Smoke them out
And hang ‘em higher
[Chorus] x 2
Bob Dylan
“The Times They are A Changin’”
(1963)
Lyrics by Bob Dylan
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressman
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he who gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
You old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
Public Enemy
“Fight the Power” (1989)
Lyrics by Chuck D
1989 the number another summer (get
down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin' your heart cause I know you
got sould
(Brothers and sisters hey)
Listen if you're missin' y'all
Swingin' while I'm singin'
Givin' whatcha gettin'
Knowin' what I know
While the Black bands sweatin'
And the rhythm rhymes rollin'
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom or
death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power
Chorus
As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you've realized the prides
arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us
tough
from the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothin's
strange
People, people we are the same
No we're not the same
Cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't
get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved lets get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
Make everybody see, in order to fight
the powers that be
Lemme hear you say...
Fight the Power
Chorus
Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant ---- to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother---- him and John Wayne
Cause I'm Black and I'm proud
I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no
stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if
you check
Don't worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right
here
(Get it) lets get this party started right
Right on, c'mon
What we got to say
Power to the people no delay
To make everybody see
In order to fight the powers that be
(Fight the Power)
Creedence Clearwater Revival
“Fortunate Son”
Lyrics by John Fogerty (1969)
Nine Inch Nails
“The Hand that Feeds” (2005)
Lyrics by Trent Reznor
Some folks are born made to wave the
flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the
Chief"
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just
fine
Because you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's
hollow and it's cold
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no Senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in
hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the tax men come to the door
Lord, the house look a like a rummage
sale, yes
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled
eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much
should we give?"
Oh, they only answer, more, more,
more, yoh
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, no, no
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
What if this whole crusade's
A charade
And behind it all there's a price to be
paid
For the blood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the
divine
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to
believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on
and on
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees? [8X]