The government wants to overthrow its subjects
GOP has issued secret codes
CIA has put them on our stop signs
FBI is tapping in our phones
Billy Bob's the slick one
But we've seen his dishonest smiles to the crowds
I praise the press, I surf the internet
Hope I'm not revealed as a coward

Got my gun and got my flag
Believe everything I've read in all the mags
So paranoid and ready to kill
Shootin' kids from my windowsill
Insane, demented, paranoid, pissed
But I'm gonna have to deal with it
Cause reform is bloodshed, reform is hate
Reform is fear, reform because

The government stole my Germs CD
The government stole my Germs CD
The government stole my Germs CD
The government stole my Germs CD

(Yeah!)
I sell my peace by forcing hate
The violence on the TV screen
I believe segments of "Hard Copy"(That's how old this song is)
No one else knows where I've been
I'm just a nazi with old glory
Turning it into a confederate shroud
I charge anarchy and comfort
I gotta make my buddies proud
Got my beer and civil war mind
Blast from the past with much more lies
Seen as criminals, not as us
True pacifists don't suck
Insane, demented, paranoid, pissed
But my AK-47 deals with it
Cause reform is bloodshed, reform is hate
Reform is crass, reform because

The government stole my Germs CD
My government stole my germs from me
The government stole my drum machine
The government stole my dreams today
The government stole my Germs CD
The government stole my Germs CD
The government stole my Germs CD
The government stole my Germs CD

Got my gun and got my flag
Believe everything I've read in all the mags
So paranoid and ready to kill
Shootin' kids from my windowsill
Insane, demented, paranoid, pissed
But I'm gonna have to deal with it
Cause reform is bloodshed, reform is hate
Reform is fear, reform because
The government stole my Germs CD
The government stole my Germs CD
The government stole my Germs CD
The government stole my Germs CD
(There! We love you)


Got my gun and got my flag
Believe everything I've read in all the mags
So paranoid and ready to kill
Shootin' kids from my windowsill

(1st speaker: Either amp's up too high like why is this-)
(2nd speaker: They have no- They don't have any equipment)
(1st speaker: Well-)
(2nd speaker: They have no equipment or it didn't do anything to them)
(1st speaker: Wait a second. But with the equipment that they have, is it, is it up too high? It sounds so like-)
(2nd speaker: They don't have the proper equipment to-, to-, to play music, clearly)
(2nd speaker: It's scratchy, it's feedback, it's too loud)
(1st speaker: Its too loud)
(2nd speaker: And you can't understand what- There's no clarity whatsoever)
(1st speaker: Steven! Whats' that thing that's making that fuzz noise right now?)
(Steven: That's just like- that's my amp.)
(1st speaker: Is that your amp?)
(Steven: That's my amp)
(2nd speaker: Mhm, yeah right now)
(1st speaker: Why is that- Do you have a bad amp?)
(1st speaker: It's definitely a problem here and I think it's just something about like how your amp's turned up too high)
(Steven: Were not-)
(Drum noises)
(2nd speaker: You can stand in front of the fire house and the fire thing goes off. That one has a little bit to it)
(Steven: It is all on the show baby-)
(2nd speaker: At least- Least we'd understand something)
(1st speaker: Wait is this how the band sounds that you go to listen to?)
(2nd speaker: They were a lot worse)
(2nd speaker: These guys are [?] that's what i like)
(2nd speaker: My favorite kind of music. I love 'em. They're gonna go a long way. They're gonna go places. )
(2nd speaker: Especially with that equipment they got.)
Missing out my life
The [?] gone on a strike
[?]
[?]

They really have to be
[?]
[?]
[?]

[?] people, people
[?]
[?]
[?]

(Steven: There! Alright)
(2nd speaker: Can you play me next one?)
(2nd speaker: This song sounds like a screaming jackass song)
(Steven: What?)
(2nd speaker: Every song sounds like a screaming jackass song)
(Steven: That one just did?)
(2nd speaker: Yeah)
(Steven: Well I was singing)
(2nd speaker: You might as well jam-, stick the microphone down into your throat just [Gurgling])
(Steven: It's a bad religion song. It's really good)
(2nd speaker: A religion song?)

Their chaos to your cross of order
You carve the land and carve it up with borders
Making settlers out of nomads and slaves out of humans
On the day you went before the gods and cried 'bout sons and daughters
I'm off today, spread order
Across this native land of ignorance and deviltry
Across this native land of ignorance and anarchy
Across this native land of ignorance and liberty

(2nd speaker: Play [?] guys first song why don't you?)
(Steven : Yeah!)
(2nd speaker: That's better!)


(2nd speaker: Everybody's out of tune)
(Steven: What?)
(2nd speaker: It sounds like everybody is out of tune)
(Steven?: So what is it)
(2nd speaker: Alright)
(Steven: Yeah. Never done this song before so.)
(2nd speaker: You said you now play every time at home?)
(Steven: You see that?)
(2nd speaker: Yeah)
(Steven: Yeah, they want us to play)
(2nd speaker: You all tabled out?)
(2nd speaker: [?] all those people wanna die)
(2nd speaker: You'll [?])
(Steven: Hey! What?)
(?: Aw, man)
(2nd speaker: How do you know what you are doing?)
(2nd speaker: [?] so crazy, how do you know you're making something up?)
(Steven: Well we weren't playing a song, we were just making noise)

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