Album: Miscellaneous (1994)
Artists: Propaghandi
- A People's History Of The World
- Albright Monument, Bagdhad
- Anchorless
- And We Thought That Nation-States Were A Bad Idea
- Anti-Manifesto
- Apparently, I'm A "P.C. Fascist" (Because I Care About Both Human And Non-Human Animals)
- Back To The Motor League
- Bullshit Politicians
- Death Of Manolete *
- Ego Fum Papa (I Am The Pope)
- Fuck The Border
- Gifts
- Hate, Myth, Muscle, Etiquette
- Head, Chest Or Foot?
- I Was A Pre-Teen McCarthyist
- Ladies' Nite In Loserville
- Less Talk, More Rock
- March Of The Crabs
- Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An
- Middle Finger Response
- Nailing Descartes To The Wall/(Liquid) Meat Is Still Murder
- Natural Disasters
- New Homes For Idle Hands
- Ordinary People Do Fucked-up Things When Fucked-up Things Become Ordinary
- Pigs Will Pay
- Public Dis-Service Announcement From Shell
- Purina Hall Of Fame
- Refusing To Be A Man
- Resisting Tyrannical Government
- Rio De San Atlanta, Manitoba
- Showdown (G.E./P.)
- Ska Sucks
- Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddamn Ass, You Sonofabitch
- The Only Good Fascist Is A Very Dead Fascist
- The State Lottery
- Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes
- With Friends Like These, Who The Fuck Needs Cointelpro?
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Propaghandi
Miscellaneous
March Of The Crabs
We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run. I tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they're all gonna die. Tensions rise. Pre-pubes swarm the hill like flies. Get the caskets ready, we're going to tear right through this city. That's if the anger don't, that's if the boredom don't, the drinking don't intercept this north-end horde. Who am I? Fighting a war that I can't win. Swelling with things we try to hide. You never leave anyone behind. A harsh return that slaps you in the face. For one last chance, we leave this place. We're all packing up and moving on. I've got a war in the head. Fear our lives won't pass as great events. A better prospect hides up ahead. Do you feel it in the air? We've been crushed beyond oblivion. Farce and death walk hand in hand. Graves and memorial walls hold my family name. Pills and bottles do the same. I hope that freedom's coming our way.
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