Lyrics to Ghetto
is this another jew syndrome infected movement
with some ideas to claw hold of?
fed and grown out of own miserable existence
just like a dog barking mad till chain attached
what are we to do
with what do we have
when we are off the chain?
where are we to appear
with all the nice idea[l]s
to be put into practice
when all we do is blindly following our little leaders?
when do we back ourselves singing, dancing and screaming
'more than music' catchwords
what do we mean? and do we mean at all?
what are we to do
with what do we have
when we are off the chain?
where are we to appear
with all the nice idea[l]s
to be put into practice
till we blind consume ideas
we are just the same
we are just the same sort of what we fight against!
till we do not acknoledge
that we build those ourselves
we fight the mils of our lifes we never gonna win
cuz we do still ignore ourselves...
the mils are in our heads...
and we are in our heads...
and our heads are tame...
we build ourselves the ghetto to survive, the ghetto to backup
our lack of faith in our ideals and our dreams
we build us ghetto to escape the truth, to give ourselves reasons
and make our struggles easy and impress...
when crop is ripe, are we to cook the bread?
when crapper full are we to clean out shit?
with some ideas to claw hold of?
fed and grown out of own miserable existence
just like a dog barking mad till chain attached
what are we to do
with what do we have
when we are off the chain?
where are we to appear
with all the nice idea[l]s
to be put into practice
when all we do is blindly following our little leaders?
when do we back ourselves singing, dancing and screaming
'more than music' catchwords
what do we mean? and do we mean at all?
what are we to do
with what do we have
when we are off the chain?
where are we to appear
with all the nice idea[l]s
to be put into practice
till we blind consume ideas
we are just the same
we are just the same sort of what we fight against!
till we do not acknoledge
that we build those ourselves
we fight the mils of our lifes we never gonna win
cuz we do still ignore ourselves...
the mils are in our heads...
and we are in our heads...
and our heads are tame...
we build ourselves the ghetto to survive, the ghetto to backup
our lack of faith in our ideals and our dreams
we build us ghetto to escape the truth, to give ourselves reasons
and make our struggles easy and impress...
when crop is ripe, are we to cook the bread?
when crapper full are we to clean out shit?
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