Texty: Refused. Rather Be Dead. Lick It Clean.

With my face smashed against the concrete
I kinda find it hard to speak
The inevitable freedom of oppression
And I stay down

Kneel down to our masters
That left us to die
We'll get our taste of freedom
Licking the pavement clean

Obey the truth or suffer the consequence
Smilling face with teeth kicked in
We nod and we move along
We nod as we sing along

Kneel down to our gods
That left us to die
We'll get our taste of freedom
Licking the pavement clean

Give praise to our opportunities
Give thanx with our hands tied
We laugh when patted on the back
And then we died

And I still believe every word - And all the great heroes
And I still believe every word - And all the grand promises
And I still believe every word - And all the stunning progress
And I still believe every word - And still I stay down

I have nothing
So I get my head kicked in
Won't make a sound
Thanx again