Blood on Your Hands

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    The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
    The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you

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    Sit back and listen to this devious tale
    I'm talkin about the country from which you all hail
    Built on the bodies of Indians and slaves
    A story of destiny and the land that it craves
    It happen to be genocide in the 1st degree
    But now it's called American pride the land of the free
    So when you wave your flag and tell me love it or leave it
    You think of the price tag, revolution will see it
    Comin around the corner and it can't be stopped
    It's the big bad Mexican with the glock cocked
    They slaughtered woman and children and at wounded knee
    No conscience about Hiroshima or Nagasaki
    The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
    The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you

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    We live large in the United States
    So you wonder why we want to smash the state
    Well the answer is in the Zapatista wind
    It lies in the facts that we're about to begin
    We got hot running water and food on the plate
    Which makes it difficult for you to feel irate
    Ya live comfy, yeah that's how your livin!
    Cuz survival to you, its just a given
    While 3Z4's of the world are trying to stay alive
    A country of color can barely survive
    No hot running water or food on their plates
    Marginal existence is their constant state
    But its not because they can't, ya see they're not allowed
    They get beat down by the US Mafia crowd
    The CIA-FBI-IMF-crew
    The world class multinational wrecking crew
    So in the first world, you live like you do
    Because the so-called third worlds are supporting you
    Ya ask what is the motive? And what is the reason?
    Well to the fat man powers always in season
    Control means money and money means power
    But to the real revolutionary we're waiting on the hour
    To annihilate the rich, spread back to the poor
    Terminate the pigs till it exists no more!!!!
    Terminate the pigs till it exists no more!!!!
    The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
    The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you

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