Ow!
Ow!
This is a minute of power left
On top of your own heads
They made prosperity
And a downward spiral path
Dumb minds can't get rid of
All the dumb shit lies
Dumb minds can't get rid of
All the dumb shit lies
This power made it to your heads
On top of your own heads
They're the same obsessive cunts
Who auction lives away
Dumb minds can't get rid of
All the dumb shit lies
Woo!
Ooh, ooh!
Woo, woo!
To the sky
Governed by gods
Privilege to slave
For market and for industry
Might to follow laws
To scare and to oppress
So just to stay in line
They take away the brain
Woo!
Okay
Woo!
Can't no longer be the price we'll have
Can't no longer
Bullshit working for you
Set us free
Can't no longer be the price we'll have
Bullshit working for you
Set us free
Woo, thanks
Yeah, I'm gonna keep it going pretty fast here, 'cause it's
Time to go home and sleep or something equally exciting
This song is about the increasing repression in punk rock, that
We're some kind of Baader-Meinhof but in a punk version, which I
Always do so that you think it's disgusting, and then you'll start
Your own bands that are fucking much better than these shitty punk
Bands playing right now. Some kind
Of reverse repression, you could say
This song we like to call "Coup d'Etat"
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