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GHOST GUARD LYRICS
"Throw the First Rock" (2005 EP)
1. Last Song to Fatherland
2. Vergilius
3. Ghostmaker
4. Rubber Bullets
5. Blunt Force Trauma
6. Shadow Point
7. Debris
1. Last Song to Fatherland
Take a look around
Why should we bow down like dogs and whores
Never protest, just watch it all fall down to
A nation of drunkards, junkies, and tv-addicts
Like me and you and that hopeless fuck next door
Don't you too feel tired
Tired in a world
Where there's nothing left
To fight for
To die for
To cry your heart out for
Why should we accept imported ways and values
And wear corporate symbols as our own
Toil to the whip-crack of the stock (slave) market
Embrace the investor as our true leader
Where is the tradition?
Where is true religion?
Where is the pride?
Where is the spirit?
Fatherland
Last song to Fatherland (mother tongue, mother tongue)
Fatherland
Last song to Fatherland
Don't you too feel tired
Tired in a world
Where there's nothing left
To fight for
To die for
To cry your heart out for
Last song to Fatherland
A kiss goodbye to mother tongue
Farewell to our Fatherland
So long, your spirit moves on
2. Vergilius
I never wanted
To live without remorse
Transient blindness
And fear set the course
Now my ship lies stranded
On your shore of fools
Destruction, destruction
The merciless reality
My mind is reeling 'cause I don't know
Right from wrong (right from wrong)
Stare at white ceiling all day long
I don't belong
You're all so constant
I've got plenty of nothing
Where's my Vergilius
To lead me through this hell
The waning days
And all the sleepless nights
My sweet addictions
Are of the killing kind
My mind is reeling 'cause I don't know
Right from wrong (right from wrong)
Stare at white ceiling all day long
I don't belong
Why don't you light me another cig?
There's a black cancer clawing at my lungs
This sweet poison
Drown, drown, drowning
Everyone but me, everyone but me
Why don't you pour me another drink?
I bet my sorrows would like to take a swim.
This sweet poison
Drown, drown, drowning
Everyone but me, everyone but me
I never wanted
To be a realist but
The world found me
And smacked right in my face
Inside this rigid shell
It's hard to breath
So take me and make me
A modern antagonist
My mind is reeling 'cause I don't know
Right from wrong (right from wrong)
Stare at white ceiling all day long
I don't belong
3. Ghostmaker
Providence in storm coat is coming
Battle in his name, time is running
Out from those in power, I believe
Strong words of war and destruction
Underground army in construction
Recruit the misfits, like you and me
He is the Ghostmaker
He makes us proud, he makes us strong
He is the Ghostmaker
We lay down our bodies and our souls
Forget the things you've done
They lose all meaning when you follow the one
He brings atonement, I believe
Gather round the weak unite them strong
Guerrilla ghosts, now we belong
We can break the system down to its knees
He is the Ghostmaker
He makes us proud, he makes us strong
He is the Ghostmaker
We lay down our bodies and our souls
Victory needs no explanation
And defeat shall allow none
We lay down our bodies and our souls
We are liberty's first line of defence
And the best defence
It is to attack
4. Rubber Bullets
Let's go!
A Burning Heart
Can't be replaced
It might be torn
Ideals never erased
In a hail of rubber bullets
I am reborn
I strain my arm
A test of faith
In blood I've sworn
The cause never disgraced
In a hail of rubber bullets
I am reborn
Black flag, tear gas, broken glass, gasmask
Riot shield, kick some ass, cars burn, forces clash
I threw the first rock
Many more did follow
Under return fire
Make a stand, don't lay low
I threw the first rock
Many more did follow
Under return fire
Make a stand, gotta make a stand
In a hail of rubber bullets
(freedom under siege,
run amok on the streets,
liberty the gasoline,
fan the flames of anarchy)
5. Blunt Force Trauma
"Squad assemble - move!"
Hard tac riot gear
March in lockstep down the street
Disturbance control
Chase the Ghosts
Crowd control situations
Pepperball rounds
Blunt force trauma
To disperse the mob
Lacrimators and nightsticks
Fuel and a spark
Deep-seeded anger
The rioters charge
Skirmish line offence
The squad moves with practised grace
Push the crowd back
Deliver the blows
Crowd control situations
Pepperball rounds
Blunt force trauma
To disperse the mob
Lacrimators and nightsticks
Fuel and a spark
Deep-seeded anger
The rioters break
Beaten and gassed
Dragged off to be arrested
Bruised flesh turns to black
Beaten and gassed (beaten and gassed)
Dragged off to be arrested
Riot control agents still burn your eyes
Hard tac riot gear
March in lockstep down the street
Billyclubbing
Kill the Ghosts
Crowd control situations
Pepperball rounds
Blunt force trauma
To disperse the mob
Lacrimators and nightsticks
Fuel and a spark
Deep-seeded anger
The rioters flee
6. Shadow Point
Go!
Sleep tight my son
Your daddy's off to war
To be a man in these times
Is to be hard core
Sleep tight and well
Your daddy's quit the crimes
The streets became an urban hell
In the shadows I am a loaded gun
Shadow Point
Fist in their face
A thorn on their side
I am a pestilence
Lethal to this decrepit system
Datastream rolls
Their cluster falls under d.o.s.
Bandwidth chokes
Terabytes scream as systems crash
Virus bombs
Trojan horses installed at shadow point
The war is real
Black flag unfurled over the blue screen of death
systemExit(straightedge, meatfree, thinkgreen, bemean)
7. Debris
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