File Under Adult Urban Contemporary Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Watch them laugh unashamed
When they fear your rights away
They're counting on your silence
Broken down by weight
Of the climate they create
Psychological Violence
And it's all for one
And none for us
Just pretend you don't see it
Try to blame only one
But accept that we've become
A system that feeds it

We've taken a beating
The crooked arm of the law
Authority over-reaching
Dignity crushed in its claws

Take a look around
Won't be long before you found
Blatant intimidation
At the hands of a few
Decorated all in blue
They suppress the accusations
Keep your head bowed down
And don't look back
Keep your hands in your pockets
People have died for less than that
Made one wrong move
They got it in the back

The moment of outrage
Matters not in the least
A little slap on the wrist
Welcome to the belly of the beast

Little men with little minds
Little roles that they define
These things are connected
Trust them with power
Without thinking twice
Every man has got a price
Do you feel protected?
The chance is too much to resist
To hold another under your fist
I'd like to believe that
Each time another's lost
Something is gained
The blue becomes a
Reddish stain
And we are reminded
Of who they really are

I Coulda Been A Contender Lyrics By Dillinger Four

In every single way, this culture reeks like shit
Force fed enough each day, enough to choke on it
You know you've got no voice and everytime you'll lose
Who needs freedom of choice without a choice not to choose?
Televisions on, it sings the same old song
There's no room left for the truth
And the leaders claim to try but they've all got shifty eyes
When you're asking for some proof
With our backs up against the wall
It's getting clearer that we've all got things to prove
Is this how it has to be? Trusting futility will be our noose
Get in on the joke, the problem ain't the system's broke
In fact it's working all too well
We fight the only way we can, middle finger to the man
Laughing all the way Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
And don't it happen all the time, we cast a ballot thinking
things will change this time
Politicians live for dollar signs, their career choices govern our lives
I can tell you what it's not about
Your future, your cause, or your rights

Total Fucking Gone Song Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Hey kid you're not looking so good
You pissed on your people then you turned tall and ran when they attacked
I got a little lesson for you
The more that you push it the more that it's gonna bite you back
I dare you not to throw the first stone, your cover is blown
You're lost like a rat trapped in a maze
Bear down and put your nose to the grind, your boundaries defined
Your safety's just gone up in a blaze
All passive and restrained, controlled and contained
Insensitive and numb

That's the way it goes, no silver linings await down the road
Quit waiting on the side, drink deep
Cuz you'll be pushing up daisies in time

I hope I'm not around anymore when you give up the ghost
And lie down and curl up on the floor
I'll be two sixers down with two more to go
Laughing my ass off and dancing and ready for more

One Trick Pony Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Standing with your head so high, you know they're talking about you
Bet you started to think it couldn't go on without you
Maybe things look different to me, maybe I don't know shit but I just can't see
How the world's such a boring place when it's spinning around you
Always looks so tragically hip, how can you stand it?
I see right through your disguise, you know I know that you planned it
Proving what I already know, dumber than a stick but you got cool clothes
Pretending that you worked so hard for the things you were handed
You're dropping names I don't want to know
Go to the shows just to flaunt your clothes
You're talking about places I'd never go
I'm just a person, you are the hipster
Don't understand it's like oil and water, why don't you leave me alone?
I know who you are and I'm gonna watch my back
Trying to look dissatisfied while controversy surrounds you
Always talking about yourself so people know they're below you
And then kissing ass for ass-kissing sake
Then go and complain that the world's so fake
Rebellion means much more than fucking thrift-store shoes
Saw you yesterday at a show and it seemed so funny, you thought you were
So in the know, always talking about the hipsters at your home
But we're all betting smokes you'll leave alone

The Great American Going Out Of Busines Sale Lyrics By Dillinger Four

We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't know
If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show
Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties
A history that's really not your own
Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed
Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees
Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see?
Seven guns for degradation
Three cheers for cruel tradition
Red, white and black eyes forever
Somewhere south of respect tonight
This tension's wrapped up nice and tight
The static's felt but never makes a sound
A man finds nothing left to eat
Another sells his body for a place to sleep
As klansmen flood a conference hall downtown
This T.V. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes
This job is your achievement, this bible your pride
Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide
Seven guns for degradation
Three cheers for cruel tradition
Red, white and black eyes forever
I think of a story my father told me about a fella he knew in the army
The pentagon traded him checks for both his legs
"Fuck the States" was the last thing father heard he had said
Still it's said that this war was won
Well, I refuse to be another dead nation's bastard son
I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks
I have a mouth that speaks and god damn it will
Beacause I've had enough of all this shit about
"making do" "Playing ball" "the way things are" and "dealing with it"
Mixing pop and politics, he asks me what the use is
I'm not into making excuses
And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless

Wrecktheplacefantastic Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Eyes burning from the sun shining bright
I hide from the light
Choke down a smoke and wait for the night
Hooray for all the progress we've made
The hollow inventions and rigid conventions
And rules we've obeyed
Watch them fall, watch them all fade away
Hooray for the gun, hooray for the chair
Hooray for the prisons and poisonous air
Maybe it matters and maybe it don't
I think it matters to me
And if there's one thing we learn today
It's watch what you say

Raise a glass to years gone past
And smash it on the floor
Destroy all the yesterdays
Too little too late
They're nothing anymore

Where will you be when it comes to an end
Embracing the falsehoods on which you depend
Or taking a moment to spit in the eye
Of the ones you've stood beside
Don't think you can hide it away
It shows right on your face

I don't think we'll forgive or forget
We'll move ahead without a regret
We're tethered like a dog on a rope
Condemned to make the same mistakes
But everyone will still have hope
Celebrate the filth in our lives
No remorse or regrets inside

Inquiring Minds Should Read A Book Lyrics By Dillinger Four

So tired of looking at the front page,
Watching actors on the news
And I can't stand this anymore,
If I ever could before,
This culture's become deformed
Just like a child with a toothache
We take our candy with a grin.
Before we notice the decay
We're doubled over from the pain,
And some of us still want more
And a moment to reflect.
Now watch the vulture's hungry eyes
Feed on our lives
Till nothing else remainds
Just a shell of what we had,
Another cruel indifferent fad,
And no one to take the blame
Time's ticking on the worth of a stranger
Yeah, I'm waiting on the next one too.
Entertained by other's misery
Do we care? I doubt it,
Can't live without it
We laugh while others lose

No.51 Dick Butkus Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Mother said I can't listen to radio Havana
and I read with a flashlight late that night
on these north side streets try avoiding the lights
try avoiding any type of a political fight
so alone are all these "new deal" homes
it can't only matter what you know
but how you let your anger show
Harold Washington in a garter-belt and stockings
father wasn't picking sides
but dog-eared pages gave clues to the thoughts inside
the black sheep prince bowed for the crown today
tried keeping things quiet, tried keeping things still
tried keeping this conscience from an honest chill
can tradition settle in like rust?
the record knows so let it show
that desperate is as clever does
Harry Carry making sick off Clark St.
welcome to my 588-2300 empire

He's A Shithead (yeah, Yeah) Lyrics By Dillinger Four

The busdriver's on strike, he had to ride his bike again
I'm so sorry you're pissed about this
He's just a campus communist
You see, sometimes life's not convenient
They saw a chance to take power and they seized it,
Mr. fair-weather revolutionary
Is this your idea of compassion?
I thought one and one and one made revolutions?
If solidarity means nothing now
Then it never really did to you anyhow, dick
He says they're all lazy 'cause he doesn't have a clue
He thinks of the "workers" as just little boys and girls
So when real life hits the fan he will not recognize the stand
And so it's back into his sheltered little world.
Then he moans and he groans 'cause they chose to fight
I hope you freeze on your bike riding home tonight
Understand all of "these people" are someone
Try reading some of the books you're quoting from
Try checking your agenda just for something to do
Because I think you may find that "the man" just might be you