In The Red Lyrics
The song In The Red is performed by Molotov .
Send In The Red Ringtone to your Cell
In The Red
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This is the hammer n piston, this is a fist in this system,
if you think this is a metaphor then you ain f**kin listenin,
this is a mantra, a rant, a chant, from a voice in dissent,
cause i aint swallowin or followin these hollow in-cant-
-ations of explitation, that they keep ad-vo-catin,
based upon false foundations, built upon sweatshop nation,
I say dont wear it down, tear it, take the wealth, share it round,
without the workers thered be, no society to be found,
the rich keep theivin but theyd have us believin that its fair,
that the lions share go to those who, have no need for itn,
babies r starvin while theyre carvin brand names in their back,
n you wonder why i say, turn n attack, Im not,
hell yeah Im a socialist, you know this by the words that I flow,
this aint no joke & every word that Ive spokenll show this
capitalism is a prison of greed, f**k what they want.
Im interested in what the whole world needs
CHORUS X 2
were the left, were the red,
were the noise , in ya head,
were the voice, when the poor,
sing, NO FU-CKIN MORE,
this is the sound,
of it all comin down,
of it all comin down........
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see they say,
Just start as u mean 2 go on, well
i don't mean 2 go on But till the wars won
theses no justice in the USA, IRAQ or Australia
in cuba or china or, venezuela.
R u leftist or rightist, blackest or whitest,
a writer a fighter, CIA Or al QUEDA.
Capitalist, socialist, feminist, pacifist,
more hardcore than a fist full o anarchists?,
out in the street, bringing heat with the Molotovs,
till they send the dogs along, 2 knock our blocks off.
Pa*sive resistance or violent insistence,
either way kids, i dont think they're listenin,
time to up the ante, in the cities and the shantys,
show the balance-of-power-ain with the few its with the many,
black brown white, united is the key, till
there ain no power like the power of the people,
CHORUS X 4
were the left, were the red,
were the noise , in ya head,
were the voice, when the poor,
sing, NO FU-CKIN MORE,
this is the sound,
of it all comin down,
of it all comin down
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there ain no power like the power of the people,
the voice when the poor sing, NO FU-CKIN MORE......