s decreed the people rule But it's decreed the people rule Listen, I believe everythin' we dream Can come to pass through our union We can turn the world
Politicians, collections Unionism, opposition Activism, communism Skepticism, new vision, down with the old tradition Vandalism, terrorism Amunision,
you intend to step Fuck the battlin', it's World War four, I mean the red form No need to crowd, the name is aroused up in the dead zone New World Order
For you, baby, I'd find you For you, baby, I'd find you For you, baby, I'd find you For you, baby, I'd find you I done been around the world, been around
're looking at two big spenders Why, the world don't know what me and Wayne might do Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers For a kiss and
a dance down at the union hall She was standing with her brothers, back up against the wall Sometimes we'd go walking down the union tracks One day
Heaton Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek They built a blast furnace Here along the shore And they made the cannonballs That helped the Union
[Dell] Dell, murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
We are the G.O.D's an' we came to rock the spot Like Ironman Starks, they be the illest MCs in the world today Cappa, Raekwon an' the R.Z.A., so listen
books daily Why most people think Central America means Kansas Socialism means unamerican and Apartheid is a new headache remedy Absorbed in it's world
This is a lot of important people Involved in making the Juggalo world go around And this right here Is a special shout out to those people Of course
Well I'm knocking down my door Already broke the fax I bring a ling ding ding That's a telephone baby US postman Federal express Here come Western Union
you started square one and you can?t bring it back when that bullet leave the gun as the planet get smaller, prepare for the North American Union an
't have no top, I'm insane 'Member dark-skinned Jermaine Who swayed in the rain, we sorta kinda the same 'Cept, I'm no lame and you gonna know my name Before I go the world
ve gotta job to do We're runnin' out of time to do it You've got a gift to use Get out in the world and use it Bury your foolish pride We've gotta unionize
from the outside world Do you really care? Why are you standing there? Filming for the outside world Do you really care? Why are you standing there? Filming for the outside world
chains, chains And the world, it won't stand still And the world, it won't stand still, [Incomprehensible] And the world, it won't stand still And the world
My name is Jackson Jameson, a coal miner by trade From a part of Pennsylvania even Jesus couldn't save With towns named after Indian chiefs and Union