Lyrics Star Fucking Hipsters

Star Fucking Hipsters

Death Or Fight

They're marching up and down

The streets of every town

Their boots clamp on the ground

And it's a terrifying sound

'Cause soon these soldiers will break our doors

It's the orders handed down

And when they find us hidden here

They'll beat us to the ground

They'll hand the shovels in the woods

For us to dig our graves

...and you say "Jesus Saves"

They'll put us on the trains

They'll pull tight on the reins

They'll strip us in our pain

They'll bash us in our brains

And some may find a way

To survive through the cold

They'll separate the families

And execute the old

The rest of us will starve and die

The sickness comes in waves

...and they say "Jesus Saves"

The bodies burn each day

But we're freezing anyway

And there's nothing left to say

In this good ol' U.S.A.

The day our armies marched on us

We swore they'd gone insane

The president ordered his soldiers

To clean up the fruited plains

And so from sea to shining sea

In the land of feudal slaves

...the papers read that "Jesus Saves"

And when they sort the populace

Our dignity turned to shame

Protection is the omnibus

The families are the same

The soldiers drown in alcohol

But no one misbehaves

...they think that "Jesus Saves"

And it could happen here

In a nation full of fear

The prefabricated tears

Are cried out through the years

And what's the cost of discontent

We're dissidents that scream dissent

Will we let the pigs break down our doors

Or fight 'em back, against the antipoor

These darkened days will corner us all

And stuck behind the penitentiary walls

We'll have to choose our death or fight

We'll have to stand up for human rights

Stand up, for human rights

Stand up, it's death or fight

Living the lies and the laws of the land locked down in a police state

As all of the pigs with the power and money get fatter from our fate

Look at the world 30 years ago and the future's plain to see

They smother us all in so many lies through the media TV

Stand up, for human rights

Stand up, it's death or fight

And somewhere beyond the thunder-dome

Someday we just might find a home

Autonomistic paradise

Worth all the world without a price

And we can all be happy there

Eat Soylent Green, breathe Soylent air

And never rest our weary heads

We can all sleep when we're dead

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

We all sleep when we're dead

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

We all sleep when we're dead