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SACRED REICH LYRICS
"Alive at the Dynamo" (1989 EP)
1. Surf Nicaragua
2. Violent Solutions
3. War Pigs
4. Death Squad
1. Surf Nicaragua
I know a place
Where you're all going to go
They'll pay you to kill
If You're eighteen years old
First You'll need a haircut
And then some new clothes
They'll stick you in a jungle
To play G.I. Joe
CHORUS:
You fight for democracy
And the "American Way"
But you're not in your country
"What am I doing here?" you say
But now it's too late
You're entering Managua
If you had brought your surfboard
You could surf Nicaragua
What is this we're fighting for
What's our ultimate goal
To force our ideas
Right down their throats
American Intervention
Grows Deeper Everyday
The situation worsens
More soldiers on the way
CHORUS:
You fight for democracy
And the "American Way"
But you're not in your country
"What am I doing here?" you say
But now it's too late
You're entering Managua
If you had brought your surfboard
You could surf Nicaragua
Lessons we have learned
Are easy to forget
Hints of Viet-nam
How soon we all forget
First we send advisors
And then go the troops
Another worthless conflict
Another Chance to lose
CHORUS:
You fight for democracy
And the "American Way"
But you're not in your country
"What am I doing here?" you say
But now it's too late
You're entering Managua
If you had brought your surfboard
You could surf Nicaragua
2. Violent Solutions
Lurking in the shadows
Hidden from the light
Amidst the degradation
His thirst for blood arise
The quest for carnal pleasures
The growing need for flesh
Senseless brutal beatings
Psychotic lust is fed
Maliciously tortured ripped to shreds
Innocent victims killed by death
Frenzied thrashings drenched in blood
Fleeting screams you have succumb
Up from wretched alleys
Strewn with shards of glass
Burning eyes of hatred
All sign of life be gone
Mission maim, destruction
Mauled and scarred to death
Return to darkened alleys
To rise and kill again
Maliciously tortured ripped to shreds
Innocent victims killed by death
Frenzied thrashings drenched in blood
Fleeting screams you have succumb
Cast into poverty
To live amongst the dead
Skid row life of hopelessness
Fuels hatred of mankind
Release of cruel emotions
Takes from homicide
No answer to his question
Violent solutions abide
Maliciously tortured ripped to shreds
Innocent victims killed by death
Frenzied thrashings drenched in blood
Fleeting screams you have succumb
3. War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning
As the war machine keeps burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of god has sturck the hour
Day of judgement, god is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
ALL RIGHT NOW!
4. Death Squad
Putting to dead those who oppose you
Will take control, no matter the cost
Bodies are mounting the carnage around you
At the last count, 10.000 have died
Taken by force
Controlled by fear
Death squad police of the right
Must stamp out subversion
Dissention, unrest
Those who oppose will meet death
Automatic weapons in hand
You say you're what the police want
Why must you kill them to secure their vote
Death squad escort them to the polls
Puppet regime with you at the head
You've rid them of a communist threat
Your brand of "democracy" is now in control
And all of your people lie dead
Taken by force
Controlled by fear
Death squad police of the right
Must stamp out subversion
Dissention, unrest
Those who oppose will meet death
"Democracy" at any cost
The methods of freedom unclear
Right-wing radicals, abusing control
The choice will be democracy of death
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