Hammer For The Left Lyrics - Singles - Christone Bartener

There where the Heavenly future had to be 

There where for your own good you will cover with moss 

Where's the freedom of speech and everyman is free 

Suddenly the blue sky became red because 

Every general called his army yet 

To the mobilization immediate 

Just in case implemented the martial law 

Of course your descriptions are already drawn 

Because in the world you live in full of hate 

Today in your mind by the regime enslaved 

New though lighted so they must to create 

New convict list of persons to delete 

But now it's too late to sit shying 

Now it's too late to sit shying 

Falsehoods and slanders and cynical games 

Thieving sotnya in all zones 

Traitors and cowards framed into frames 

Democracy breaks minds, communism breaks bones 

World in peace but war goes on 

And everything's feeding you on 

The political correctness 

At the free misleading press 

You may be distrustful you may think twice 

But when you will open your eyes 

You'll understand how many lies 

You've swallowed down though you were wise 

You can't only looking decrying 

Can't only looking decrying 

People who fight for equality 

Are fighting for dominance 

You're getting out of their way but someday you will see 

Where lead you the extreme tolerance 

Old hippies dressed in suits and ties 

Preparing way for Antichrist 

The youth will show its gratitude 

Traitors will drown in own blood 

At first they will be laugh at you 

Later they will be ignore you 

Next they all will be fight with you 

In the end they will serve you 

Then keep your smile when they will be dying 

Keep your smile when they will be dying 

So let us break these flags from walls 

Against dark times hope lies in us 

There's no crises but only results 

And there's no price to buy us 

Prostitutes in governments 

Have sold us for money of sheiks 

They told us "Be docile" but we laughed 

'Cause death arriving on the raft 

So blessed the young in youth who hears 

Look unyielding at effeminate tears 

Because in five or fifteen years 

World will belong to desert queers 

They'll cut our heads before we start crying 

Cut our heads before we start crying