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DISRUPT LYRICS
"Disrupt" (1995 EP)
1. Doomed to Extinction
2. Be Your Own Boss
3. Rid the Cancer
4. Millions Die For Moneymaking
5. Crock O' Christian
1. Doomed to Extinction
Preachers gather them together
Greed in mind ready to kill
They've no compassion for what they're doing
They load their guns and shoot at will
Doomed to Extinction
Elephants are being slaughtered
They know the ivory will be bought
They saw the tusks from the carcasses
And leave them to stink and rot
Doomed to Extinction
There must be a solution
To prevent the senseless killing
We must halt the useless murder
And stop the blood from spilling
Doomed to Extinction
Greedy moneysick investors
They are hoarding the ivory
And banking on the herds of the dead
Extinction looms in the 90's
Doomed to Extinction
2. Be Your Own Boss
I won't be your slave
Sweating blood to my grave
I won't work while you gloat
I'll shove your job down your throat
I won't listen to you
Don't tell me what to do
Your money I'll burn, your shop I'll trash
So shove your job up your ass
Why should I work for your profit
As you sit upon a mountain of money
And feast upon your nauseating greed
And thrive off others' setbacks
You raise your prices, yet you lower your wages
You wallow in your thirst for money making
Your ignorance and selfishness, it makes me sick
You're a greedy profiteer and nothing else...
Fuck you!
I won't be your slave
There's no fucking way
I'll be my own boss
And pray for your financial loss
3. Rid the Cancer
Fat rich men with dollar signs in their eyes
They sit back and watch the third worlds demise
Profits are vital money is essential
Smashing and demolishing the starving mans potential
Rid the scum
Rid the hunger
Rid the death
Rid the cancer
The megalomania
Fat rich men with greed and power in their eyes
Counting their fortunes as the animals die
Paying for tests which never progress
Never getting anywhere. We'll only regress
Rid the scum
Rid the hunger
Rid the death
Rid the cancer
The megalomania
Pot bellied murderers in three piece suits
For the beauty of life there are no substitutes
We must delete these financial leeches
Never listening to the reason that teaches
Rid the scum
Rid the hunger
Rid the death
Rid the cancer
The megalomania
4. Millions Die For Moneymaking
The money starved corporate scum
Who reek death upon millions
And affect our health for their profit
They must be stopped put out of business
Half a billion animals die for your needs
Food, clothing, testing, it's all part of your greed
Why are so many lives wasted for one's pleasure
Death for vanity cannot come to measur
Millions die, Millions die
Millions die for moneymaking
A minks fur savagely ripped from it's back
A baby seal's skull smashed with a horrid crack
Money comes before life, the view that blinds you
The animals are dying and there's something we must do
Millions die, Millions die
Millions die for moneymaking
5. Crock O' Christian
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