Текст песни Burn Them Prisons

A lie i once heard: "we're innocent until proved guilty"
But the truth is absurd
We're poor until proved rich
And the scales of justice are fixed by lying pigs

A plot of human terror unfolds behind the precinct door
To cage all the minorities, the immigrants and poor
Next they'll hunt the handicapped, disabled blind and deaf
And what will all these piggies do, ha! when there's no one left

Swat police in riot gear are bombing us tonight
An all our civil liberties will die by morning's light
While crooked politicians lie and rig the ballot book
We whitewash fake democracy and paint another coat

We'll keep you here to stay; you'll never get away
Your property ain't mine, until your dying day
We'll crush your soul inside; there is no easy ride
The hotel's never free and the rooms are always occupied

Nice of you to join us welcome to the prison age
Financial quest for new frontiers to build a bigger cage
Surplus populations growing all around the world
Capital invests quick to cage these boys and girls

We'll bomb the police state, assassinate the magistrate
We'll go to every town and burn them fucking prisons downLeftover Crack - Burn Them Prisons - http://ru.motolyrics.com/leftover-crack/burn-them-prisons-lyrics.html

We'll keep you here to stay; you'll never get away
Your property and mine, until your dying day
The court pretenders fake, the judge is on the take
If you wanna find a cop you're gonna have to drag the lake

[spoken:]
Capitalism creates such a division between the rich and the poor
That this surplus population is created
And "government" solution has been their containment for increasing petty offenses...

Plot of human terror unfolds behind the precinct door
To cage all the minorities, the immigrants and poor
Next they'll hunt the handicapped, disabled blind and deaf
And what will all these piggies do, ha! when there's no one left

We'll bomb the police state, assassinate the magistrate
We'll go to every town and burn them fucking prisons down
We'll bomb the police state, assassinate the magistrate
We'll go to every town and burn them fucking prisons down, down

(fucking pigs, fucking pigs,
War against the fucking pigs,
Stab them with some dirty rigs,
Bury them under dirt and twigs,
Gotta hate that gang of fucking pigs.)