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No matter where I go, your always there
cause no matter where I sit man, I sit in fear
A Martial law soon taken effect,
They stole the right to be defiant, while we re turning our heads.
The informed citizen became un-American,
for reading a book instead of watching the television.
Supporting peace and not the president.
Rather die on the cross than for a fucking republican.
Speaks about sacrifice, National honor,
Take one for the team, man just do what you re ordered.
Well I won t go out like that. Don t care what you say.
Bet that ass would think different if you re at the draft age.

A.M.E.R.I.K.A. (Watching You)
A.M.E.R.I.K.A. (Cause you re watching Me)
A.M.E.R.I.K.A. (Watching You)
A.M.E.R.I.K.A. (Better start watching Me)

The simple fact remains, that it s more than just me.
There s a whole generation taking over the streets.
Ready to smash back the system that made our lives useless.
Masses think you re Jesus, but we know that you re Judas.
Slaving us out, hate all the bosses.
Put in all the work, but you make all the profits.
No bullshit talk, reform is just retarded,
Start a revolution, get the party started.

A.M.E.R.I.K.A. (Watching You)
A.M.E.R.I.K.A. (Cause you re watching Me)
A.M.E.R.I.K.A. (Watching You)
A.M.E.R.I.K.A. (Watching you watch me)
Cause We ve been wathching you
Cause You ve been watching me
A.M.E.R.I.K.A. , A.M.E.R.I.K.A. , A.M.E.R.I.K.A. , A.M.E.R.I.K.A.

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Religion serves a purpose, this I realize
But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes.
The crimes upon the weak, and the crimes upon the poor,
Spreading filthy money baskets under stained glass windows.
And buckets full of water, are placed at the door,
And they call them holy; you get your moneys worth
What it s worth, oh I ll tell you what it s worth.
Cause they go home rich, we go home to repent.
So let s stop feeding the rich, they ve got enough to live.
Oh let s stop feeding the rich; they ve got enough to live.
I waste my time, another rhyme, or another page,
cause I won t be afraid and I can t be ashamed of my life,
or my past mistakes.
Cause they go home rich; we go home to repent.
So let s stop feeding the rich, they ve got enough to live.
Let s stop feeding the rich; they ve got enough to live.
Religion serves a purpose, this I realize,
But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes.
Crimes upon the weak, crimes upon the poor,
Spreading filthy money baskets under stained glass windows.
Buckets full of water are placed at the door and they call them holy
you get your money s worth. What it s worth, oh I ll tell you what it s worth.
Oh let s stop feeding the rich; they ve got enough to live.
Let s stop feeding the rich; they ve got enough to live.
Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding.
Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding the Rich.

Jezu, to znowu się stało
Zakochałem się
Aż mnie cos zabolało
Tylko, z daleka jej ciało
A sam widok
To dla mnie za mało
Ona, uśmiecha się do mnie
Ale czy myśli o mnie

Ref.:
Kocham Cię moimi myślami
Całymi dniami, i nocami
Z Tobą wiążę swe nadzieje
A Miłość...

I know You see us
I know you hear us
And You fill us when we pray
You understand us, See deep inside us
Translate tears and take them away
I m a be honest, There are times
Your ways and method s, I don t understand
It seems so far, Tell me who You are
I know...

I couldn’t live without my cellphone,
I couldn’t live without my 4 x 4,
I couldn’t live without my credit card,
I couldn’t live without you.

Funny how the little things, we can’t do without,
Make you wonder somehow, how we did it before....

Mamy jedno słońce i nie wszystkim świeci
Kiedyś to małe brzdące dziś my to duże dzieci
Czas leci za szybko a życie tylko jedno
Chcę jechać po bicie, żyć w dobrobycie to na pewno
Wystarczy mi jeden mic, jak NAS by scenę zamieść
Jak Pyskaty jedno zdanie by ci wbić się w pamięć
Dla mnie jedno...

I say, no way
You ve gone and stepped across that fine line
I cried, you lied
I tried, maybe a thousand times before
I can t take no more

Too late
You let the sun go down
Too late
You changed direction
Too late
For you to turn around...