Propaghandi - Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An | Текст Иностранной Песни
Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this tiny woman's shoes. Drink up and
Propaghandi - New Homes For Idle Hands | Текст Иностранной Песни
Suburbs tremble again, fearing the have-nots at the window, collecting their fair share. Guns and alarms aren't enough. They demand justice, and every criminal locked away, as well as any
Propaghandi - Talk On Violence | Текст Иностранной Песни
I think that, I'm of course opposed to terror or any rational person is but I think that if we're serious about the question of terror serious about the question of violence, we have to
Propaghandi - And We Thought That Nation-states Were A Bad Idea | Текст Иностранной Песни
"Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable!" That's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). We focus a moment, nod in approval and bury our head back in the
Propaghandi - Anchorless | Текст Иностранной Песни
They called here to tell me that you're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prarire's pulling at the pant-leg of your bad disguise. So why were you so
Propaghandi - Stand Up & Be Counted | Текст Иностранной Песни
Stand up and we are the tyrants messangers of satan we pledge you all raise your hands this is the solstice hail legions arise we'll raise the roof touch the skies. were praying for the
Propaghandi - Nailing Descartes To The Wall/(liquid) Meat Is Still Murder | Текст Иностранной Песни
I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity". But I consider it a measure of my humanity to be written off by the living graves of a billion
Propaghandi - Head, Chest Or Foot? | Текст Иностранной Песни
Three choices. One bullet. One trigger. Guess who gets to pull it? One leader. One thousand slaves. For every throne there's one thousand graves (give or take a grave). You're all the
Propaghandi - Purina Hall Of Fame | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. Steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are the ephemeral rewards paid to the slaves whose
Propaghandi - Fuck The Border | Текст Иностранной Песни
A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "man, I gotta run to the USA. I got no money, got no job." She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive. You've got a problem with her living