I am no stranger to darkness I am no stranger to pain I had to suffer ’till I went insane Learning from pain and from heartaches How to forgive and forget Never give up ’cause life goes on again
Pushed all around I can’t take it no more Don’t tell me how to behave Won’t hide away I can make it for sure I will survive I will live my own life
Shot of life — I will take another shot of life I played my pride — There’s no place to hide for me Shot of life — I will take another shot of life Shot of life — ‘Till I find my destiny
If you feel strange and emotional Carrying the weight of the world Open your soul and let the spirit in It’s not the end of the rainbow It’s not the end of the line Your time will come and you will rise again
Pushed all around I can’t take it no more Don’t tell me how to behave Won’t hide away I can make it for sureI will survive I will live my own life
Shot of life — I will take another shot of life I played my pride — There’s no place to hide for me Shot of life — I will take another shot of life Shot of life — ‘Till I find my destiny
Shot of life Shot of life Shot of life Shot of life
I’m leaving all my pain away My sorrows are not here to stay Tomorrow comes another day Another hope, another try
Shot of life — I will take another shot of life I played my pride — There’s no place to hide for me Shot of life — I will take another shot of life Shot of life — ‘Till I find my destiny
Why should I wait, what is left there for me? I come to claim To win the game Why should I plea for my fair and right move? I come to play I come to stay
I don’t wanna bitch around no more I don’t wanna stand back anymore
It’s my god-given right To stand and fight For what I like It’s my god-given brain That cried in pain Would I resign There’s nothing to gain If I would restrain There’s nothing to find If I stay behind It’s my right My god-given right
Why should I lose if I am meant to win? I know I can I’ve got a plan All that they told me is right and so wrong I went through schools Found my own rules
I don’t wanna bitch around no more I don’t wanna stand back anymore
It’s my god-given right To stand and fight For what I like It’s my god-given brain That cried in pain Would I resign There’s nothing to gain If I would restrain There’s nothing to find If I stay behind It’s my right
My god-given right It’s my god-given right My god-given right It’s my god-given right
It’s my god-given right To stand and fight For what I like It’s my god-given brain That cried in pain Would I resign There’s nothing to gain If I would restrain There’s nothing to find If I stay behind It’s my right My god-given right
The site blabbermouth.net[1] quotes Oliver Sommer, who directed the video for the title track:
“The story tells itself with the first look on the artwork: it seems to be a film still and you only have to press the ‘play’ button. So the female protagonist flees – reminiscences to different (post)apocalyptic films and stories are deliberated – from an army of robotic pumpkin soldiers through an empty world. On the other side, the band performs in frightfully beautiful, rocked out ambience. When the tough girl realizes that she won’t escape, she turns around and kills her chasers with a grenade which looks like the torch from the Statue of Liberty . . . It is immersed in snow on the cover artwork and in sand in the clip.”
I’m wondering if I’m the only one who notices that the “pumpkin soldiers” bear a slight resemblance to Imperial Stormtroopers from the Star Wars franchise . . . ?
And don’t get on my case about the tactical idiocies (cover and concealment? what’s that?) in this one it’s a music video made by Europeans, fer Chrissakes.
Cut the rotting branches of Government that stop the people from having meaning today Stay out of my business and keep to yourself Got to do things my own way Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations A never-ending hunger to control Choking out the life of your own population Abusing the power you hold
Power Control For the Power Control
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death to our Independence
Death to those who fight Death to our Constitution and the Bill of Rights Showing no regard for the way things ought to be Stripping away rights from you and me
The Founding Fathers would be rollling in their graves If they could see what you are doing to this place The next thing to go is our Freedom of Speech So I’ll speak up while I still can and maximize my reach
Power Control For the Power Control
Power Control For the Power Control
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death
I find it hard to believe Some things are better left unsaid Is this the land of the free? Democracy is Dead
Cut the rotting branches of Government that stop the people from having meaning today Stay out of my business and keep to yourself Got to do things my own way Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations A never-ending hunger to control Choking out the life of your own population Abusing the power you hold
Power Control For the Power Control
Power Control For the Power Control
Give me liberty or Death
“When the people fear the government there is tyranny, when the government fears the people there is liberty” – Thomas Jefferson
I should not this I must not that No matter how I act I must regret It’s not me It’s not me I got to play What others say I got to turn it down when I feel great That’s not me It’s not me
I am me Who do you think you are To tell me what to be I am me No matter what you say Today I keep my way I am me
You make me sick You make me choke For me your way of life is just a joke It’s not me It’s not me I got a face I got a name Whatever you perceive is not the same That I see It’s not me
I am me Who do you think you are To tell me what to be I am me No matter what you say Today I keep my way I am me
I got to change this To rearrange this Start writing onto my own pages It’s just me It’s just me It’s just me
I am me Who do you think you are To tell me what to be I am me No matter what you say Today I keep my way I am me How grave you think you are To tell me what to be I am me You better creep away Today I’m on my way I am me
Granted, I’m not much for punk music, but there are exceptions . . . .
When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row
You can crush us You can bruise us But you’ll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin’ At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us You can bruise us But you’ll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh, the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin’ As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us You can bruise us But you’ll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton
First, there was “‘Fear the Boom and Bust’ a Hayek vs. Keynes Rap Anthem,” which has racked up over 2,000,000 views on Youtube.
Now, we have something of a sequel to the original piece. Billy and Adam resume their roles as Hayek and Keynes for a bit, followed by commentary by economist Russ Roberts and director John Papola.
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