*VERSE*
You own every bank.
You even write our laws.
You choke the flow of money with your greedy claws.
Oy Vey! Must be nice to be so comfortable.
Feeding of the rest of us, parasitic fucking Shlomo.
*CHORUS*
Mr. Goldstein, you schemin’, thievin’ scum.
You got your sideburns down and your Yarmulke on, baby.
How many times will you cry “muh 6 million?”
After the Goys of Summer have gone.
*VERSE*
I wonder how it must have felt
When driven out of every land
That you coveted with cold green eyes
And strangled with your scaly hands.
“Victimized, justified, the Merchant is your friend.”
This, every fool believes then gets a back-stab in the end.
*CHORUS*
Mr. Goldstein, rubbin’ your hands with delight.
You try to make me feel guilty ’cause I’m white.
I must now call on the help of Ben Garrison
After the Goys of Summer have gone.
*VERSE*
Out on the road today I saw a Star of David on a Cadillac.
A little voice inside my head sayin’ “/pol/ was right, you can never look back.”
I didn’t understand ’til I took the Red Pill.
Now I can see all you fucking vampiric shills.
*CHORUS*
Mr. Goldstein, you schemin’, thievin’ scum.
You got your sideburns down and your Yarmulke on, baby.
How many times will you cry “6 Gorrillion?”
After the Goys of Summer have gone.
Mr. Goldstein, rubbin’ your hands with delight.
You try to make me feel guilty ’cause I’m white.
I must now call on the help of Ben Garrison
After the Goys of Summer have gone.
It was gained by pressure, not talent of their own
Persecution is what they scream
World domination their ultimate dream
Kicked out of England in the 12th Century
For extortion and deceit while lending money
OUR WEAPON IS TRUTH x4
They own the media, they own TV
They got a finger in the pie of every industry
In the entertainment business, it’s a high percent
An anti-Jewish backlash is what they try to prevent
The government’s no better, it’s a Zionistic tool
So if you vote for this government, then you vote for Jewish rule
OUR WEAPON IS TRUTH x4
So join our racial battle all across the land
We want our country back now, our destiny in our hands!!
OUR WEAPON IS TRUTH x4
The anti-British monarchy have got some Jewish blood
For wealthy Jewish businessmen, they do all that they could
So don’t be taken in my friend, stick with your own kind
Don’t take their propaganda, or they’ll control your mind
OUR WEAPON IS TRUTH x4
Die On My Feet…….
(I can’t find an audio file or video that works… but its from the album “Fires Of Our Rage” by Fortress….. these are the lyrics anyhow….)
These are the times that try good men, the trials, the tribulations. Now it’s make or break, but it ain’t too late! This is a war of attrition!
I won’t submit to their masterplan, we’re history if we don’t make a stand. So many content to serve and to please, I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees! No slave to the master, no sheep to the fleeced, I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees!
It gets frustrating, so many weak willed, who let opportunity pass them by! What drives me on… are the ones who refused to swallow their pride!
Take it in your hands and seize the day, don’t let a single chance fade away! Subservience is a fatal disease, I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees! The cold dead earth will inherit the meek, I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees!
So scared of change, comfortably nowhere, heavens forbid we should think for ourselves. No backbone heads down a culture of slaves. Servants to the state and material world, I won’t be a victim of circumstance, be your own master or a rabble of servants!
I won’t bow and scrape just to appease, I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees! Liberty or death, I’ll stand on my feet I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees!
Die On My Feet – Found at Truth Militia… What a great set of lyrics!
(If anyone can find the video or audio file for “Die On My Feet” then post it in the comments section…… I’ll add it to the post later…..)
Well there ain’t no other woman
that can make me feel this way,
Gets up close you know, I just ain’t got a word to say.
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much,
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much.
I don’t know why she’s got her claws in me,
‘Cause I ain’t fighting baby, can’t you see,
Sneaking up the stairway, running like a thief,
Spend the night shaking like a leaf,
Oh I remember the first time I took her to a cheap motel,
Well I woke up drunk, you know I felt like Eskimo Nell.
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much,
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much.
Well I get so nervous when I see his eyes that shine,
Gets too close and a chill runs down my spine.
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much,
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much.
