-------------------------------------------- Uh oh. (What’s wrong, honey?) The thing broke. (What do you mean, it broke?) Well, its not made of iron, is it. (Don’t worry, we’ll get a pregnancy test, alright?) Alright then, let’s go down to the shop and get one, eh? Wait a minute, what if it is positive? I’ve got school, I’ve got my job, I’ve got everything. Nooo. (Nooo.) What if it’s positive? What if it’s positive? What if it’s positive? The suspension of waiting for the late period to come. The fear of telling your parents. Should you stay or should you run? Would you keep it? Would you not? Is it right? Is it wrong? Would you think of it as murder? Would you live in guilt? Would you keep the bugger and watch your money melt? Would you stay in school? Would you be able to keep your job? What if you lost it, could you find another one? What if it’s positive? What if it’s positive? What if it’s positive? You’ve got your own problems, Would you have time for the child’s? It would end up being neglected, So to have it is unkind. An abortion is expensive, Could you afford to pay the price? If it’s too late to save up, then adoption’s next in line. But that’s another baby abandoned, Unloved and unaffordable. Being passed from foster to foster, The guilt would be unbearable. Yet do you have any say? No, you’re told you have no choice. But shouldn’t you have a say? Apparently the male has no voice. If you kept it would you always be together? And in the case of separation, who would pay the bills forever? Youth would be lost to live a new forced life. Because of the baby, would you make the mother your wife? Because of the problem you’re told you’re too young to have sex. But it wasn’t screw and run, it was a make love accident. An abortion is expensive yet keeping it costs more, And the expenses don’t stop for twenty years or so. The kid will hate you anyway for everything you’ve done. You’ll be left with no money, living in a slum. Wear a condom, take the pill, Or just don’t have sex ‘cause a child’s not a thrill. If you’re not responsible you’re going to pay the price. The bills will start adding, there goes your fucking life. Abortion, adoption, whichever road you take, Responsibility was the answer, but now it’s too late. (It’s positive.) --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- There are over a thousand different religions to choose from. Pick one and hate the rest. My god can beat up your god. My god can beat up your god. My god can beat up your god. My god beat up your god. Yes I know it must be true, Lots of people believe me not you. Yes I know it must be true ‘Cause lots of people believe me not you. Not you. My god can beat up your god. My god can beat up your god. My god can beat up your god. My god beat up your god. --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- It’s so tough it’s so clear That if we ever get out of here It won’t mean a god damn thing ‘Cause change, it comes from within. Open your mind. There’s a stench in society, not just pollution. A class of the people ruled by corruption. Break out of lies, break the chain. Hold the truth close, smash the secrets. Take the bars of the window to your mind. You’re dependent to society, Dependent to religion, Dependent to everything around you. Open your mind and start to think for yourself. There’s a stench in society, not just pollution; A class of the people ruled by corruption. Break out of lies, break the chain. Hold the truth close, smash the secrets. Take the bars of the window to your mind. --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- I can see clearly now the suit is gone. I can see all viruses in my way. It’s gonna be a nonconformist day. --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- Sold to. Taken to. The lawyer takes the child to an adoption home. He keeps them there till his victims come. Don’t worry little one, we’ll find you a dad and mum. Babies being born for a source of income. Corrupt lawyers playing the middle man. Unhygienic adoption homes. A couple looking to focus their love. Pawning the newborn. --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- Two young kids, a husband and wife, Took a trip out to the pub last Friday night. The husband drank too much and so did his wife. He drove home drunk, crashed, wasted their lives. Kiss your kids goodbye and your slaughtered wife. He’s living in guilt wishing to turn back time. One for the road. Kiss your kids goodbye and your slaughtered wife. He’s living in guilt wishing to turn back time. One for the road. Two young kids, a husband and wife, The husband drank too much and so did his wife. He drove home drunk, crashed, wasted their lives. Kiss your kids goodbye and your slaughtered wife. He’s living in guilt wishing to turn back time. One for the road. --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- Religious school at the age of four, Their goal, to make my mind as open as a closed door. They gave me a shirt and they gave me a tie, Whilst I put them on they fed me another lie. I was thumped in the back and prodded in the chest, “Pull up your socks, start acting like the rest”. I knew it was the best to do as I was told, So I avoiding asking questions and became the perfect mold. I prayed in the assemblies every single day, I sang all the hymns and gave my life away. I was the most perfect little schoolboy, Programmed and filled with bollo(cks). Well, I’ve followed the rules okay so far, Only twelve more years to go. I asked a neighbour if he believed in god, He laughed and said, “Of course not”. I was astonished at his answer and thought he was a freak. Well he’ll just burn in hell, he’s gonna rot with the weak. I felt so strong with god on my side, I could accomplish anything with my pride. When asked a question, I knew the answer. “Such a charming lad.” My heart was beating faster. In one of the assemblies, the headmaster was preaching, “I’ll tell you how skin colour came about in human beings. Well, a long long time ago a group of people needed to bath, So they went down to a pond after working hard one day.” “But the pond was only big enough for half that group of men, So they made two separate groups and the first half went in.” “They washed each other’s backs and scrubbed themselves down. When all of them got out, the water was a dirty brown. The second group jumped in but they couldn’t get clean, So that dirty water stuck to those unlucky human beings.” A few weeks later I got in a confrontation. It was with a ‘darky’ from that so called ‘dirty nation’. He shouted at me and I shouted at him. A thought came to my mind as I glared with a grin, “Oh, go and wash yourself in some clean water.” “Oh, go and wash yourself in some clean water.” The next thing I know I’m being dragged by the ear, Dragged up to the office by the school headmaster. I was punished for what he taught me. Punished for what he taught me. A child’s mind was taken advantage of, It was abused and confused. Break the mold. Break the mold. --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- Aww, isn’t he cute? Aww, he’s got beautiful eyes. He’s got your eyes. The cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Life, what a beautiful choice. Oi, stop it, stop crying, you’re waking us up. Little bastard. Aww, he’s so sweet. Look at him, look at him playing. The cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Harmless, wouldn’t hurt a fly. Life, what a beautiful choice. Oi, pay attention, don’t talk back. Alright, that’s it, you’re off to school. That’ll teach you. Life, what a beautiful choice? Life, I just can’t be arsed. Life, what a beautiful choice? Life, I just can’t be arsed. When a baby is born it starts to cry, Maybe because it didn’t ask to be alive. I see a tramp walking down the street, He can’t even afford shoes for on his feet. See all the kids, they’re ditching school. Don’t you realize they’re sick of your rules. People in the alleyways getting high, To get away from reality, can’t you see why? I’m sick of the danger, I’m sick of pigs Hassling the youth because they’re on a power trip. Parents abusing kids day after day, Just in their teens, they’re forced to run away. Nowhere to run, you just can’t get away. You’ll end up with no shoes Or maybe dead in an alleyway. Life, what a beautiful choice. --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- An estimated nine million American women use it for estrogen replacement therapy. It’s been on the market for more than five decades, Manufactured in a laboratory by Wyeth-Ayerst Laboratories. Among all estrogen replacement therapy, it has a 75% world market share. For all the people continuing to use it, you’re living in ignorance; no concern or care. Postmenopausal women may take it for the remainder of their lives. Also taken by women who have had a hysterectomy to: - Prevent heart disease - Maintain skin elasticity - Decrease bone loss - Improve sexual functions - Alleviate hot flashes and menopausal symptoms. There’s a devastating impact on the lives of thousands of horses. It’s produced from Pregnant Mare’s Urine, it shouldn’t be done, there’s other sources. Substitutes can be extracted from soya beans and Mexican yams. It can also be synthesized artificially. Stop the inhumane factories. These two alternatives do not require the continuing exploitation of animals. Wyeth-Ayerst has exclusive contracts with some 500 managers of PMU farms. There’s no specific laws or regulations, Instead an insufficient code of corporations. They hire their own inspectors who give them leeway, And because of this there’s dangers every day. Most facilities are located in Alberta and Manitoba, There’s Farms in Saskatchewan, around thirty in North Dakota. The demand for an estrogen replacement drug is expected to increase dramatically, And the number of PMU Farms will grow in proportion so rapidly. The spokesperson for the PMU industry group said, "There’s 50 thousand mares in production.” He lied there’s over 75 (thousand) used. Profit goes up, and the number of horses abused. The total number affected is greater than 100 thousand. That’s for all the horses in the PMU: pregnant mares, their foals, and stallions. Pregnant mares are placed in narrow individual stalls, Tethered by short ropes or chains, flexible harness suspended from above. Underneath the horse’s tail is a rubber collection cup. Urine goes in: small amount of estrogen. “Fill that one up and grab another cup.” If the restraining rope is too short the horse can’t lay down to rest. “Just keep it standing near that cup, yes production at its best.” During several months of total immobility, They’re denied exercise, “Inconvenient. Time consuming”. Most mares are rarely if ever taken out. “Just keep ‘em near that cup, that’s what it’s all about.” There’s no adequate bedding to cushion the cold hard floor. “It’s a needless expense, it’s hard to clean up.” Restricted amounts of water on an automatic system, If allowed to drink when thirsty it would result in greater shipping, Because the hormone would be diluted in the rubber collection cup, So “Make it as pure as possible and keep the prices up”. Compensation for the concentration of estrogen in urine. “This isn’t an inhumane way”. Oh, yeah well it’s not me that you’re fooling. “With the grading system as an economic incentive, Restrict their water, it’s an economic incentive. With the grading system as an economic incentive, Restrict their water, they’re not human, they’re horses.” If a mare can lie down it may not get up again Without catching its legs in open spaces between the rails: - Hoof and leg injuries - Sores and lacerations - Narrowness of stalls - Tubular steel separation. After six months of being in a collective stall They’re swollen and heavy with the weight of the unborn foal. Late March April, finally allowed to graze outside. Leading those crippled horses, I hope you swell with pride. Common sense dictates a mare be permitted at least a month or two to recuperate from foaling. But the rigid timetable outweighs sensible and humane conditions, Because they are almost immediately re-impregnated. If they do not succeed in re-impregnating the mare It will be sent to the slaughterhouse. Foals are allowed to stay with their mothers But only until three or four months old. Then the mothers return to the production line, “Quick get that cup behind her, there’s not much time”. Few female foals will be kept for the Farm; Repeating the beating, don’t you see the harm? The rest are sent away to be overfed and fattened up, They’re eventually slaughtered, profit goes up and up. The meat is exported to Asia and Europe, It’s sold on the market for the consumption of humans. Mothers are unable to run, they’re isolated from their young. They’re denied the opportunity to express their very nature, They are highly social very athletic creatures. They are forced to become drug factories. They are forced to become drug factories. They are forced to become drug factories. They are forced to become drug factories. They are forced to become drug factories. They are forced to become drug factories. Pregnant Mare Urine (PMU) Farm horses and foals Can be spared lives of misery if women choose wisely. Plant-derived or synthetic estrogen products, But not Premarin, it’s better for the lot of us. All of us can share information about these Farms And estrogen alternatives which don’t do any harm, With women in our lives; your husbands and wives, Children and mothers, your sisters and brothers. They are forced to become drug factories. They are forced to become drug factories. They are forced. Women do not have to choose between their health and conscience When faced with the issue of hormone replacement. Boycott Premarin. --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- God loves everyone. Everyone. God loves everyone. Everyone. God loves everyone. He loves. God loves everyone. But he hates faggots. God loves everyone. But he hates faggots. God loves everyone. God loves everyone. God loves everyone. God loves everyone. God loves everyone. God loves everyone. God loves everyone. God loves everyone. God loves everyone. God forgives. God forgives. God forgives. God forgives. God forgives. God forgives. God forgives. He forgives. God forgives. He forgives. God forgives. He forgives. Sin and burn in hell. God forgives. Sin and burn in hell. God forgives. I certainly want to pray for you. I certainly want to pray for you. God loves everyone. But he hates faggots. God forgives. Sin and burn in hell. God loves everyone. But he hates faggots. God forgives. Sin and burn in hell. --------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------- In order to make a lot of money, you have to have a good job. In order to get a good job, you have to have college education. In order to get college education, you have to have a lot of money. Seems like a funny cycle. Maybe that explains why 95% of the population owns 2% of the money, And 5% of the population owns 98% of the money. I know it’s so tiring trying to keep up the fight Against the forces of the rich; the filthy rich are the powerful. Their power is their money and they spend it with ease. We must not give up, don’t you dare fall to your knees. Don’t you dare say yes, don’t you dare nod your head, Don’t catch the virus, your mind and conscience will be dead. You will follow blindly, you’ll be used as a tool. Second power is gained by numbers, their numbers are fools. Let’s take that second power and use it to our gain, If we stick together we can reach any aim. Let’s share our ideas and share each others thoughts, We won’t follow one, we must work as a whole. If you manage to get money, don’t let it change your ideals. Don’t support laws that make rich richer, It’s from the poor that you steal. With that extra money, try to help the ones in need. Money is power, corrupted power is greed. Corrupter power is greed. Corrupted power. Let’s take that second power and use it to our gain, If we stick together we can reach any aim. Let’s share our ideas and share each others thoughts, We won’t follow one, we must work as a whole. We won’t follow one, we must work as a whole. --------------------------------------------

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