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Aztlan Underground - "Blood On Your Hands"
Lyrics to Blood On Your Hands : The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you Stand [x2] Sit back and listen to this devious tale Im 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 its 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 cant be stopped Its 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 Stand!!!! [x2] 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 were 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 thats how your livin! Cuz survival to you, its just a given While 3Z4s 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 cant, ya see theyre 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 were 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 Stand!!!!! [x2] [ Blood On Your Hands Lyrics ]
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