Yp Barman Lyrics & Chords By Sore Throat

Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead The army retreated, the soldiers have fled The carcass of nations lies out on the plain For many to question, but none to explain ...read more

And the hatchet men Wrapped in unskilled grace In all their wisdom Did mock and condemn Judge and patronise In all their idol stupidity They decree judgement Self-acclaimed...read more

Military livestock bred to expand state control. The underclass, suppressed, underprivileged and lured by incentive. Church and state, hand in hand, lead them through the trenches of...read more

(Brutal Truth) Hated... time and time again Force fed, supress senseless fear of difference True self suppression, hollow dreams of misery Blind wish to see ...read more

We´re the ugly people, the ones that won´t be cloned We got too many defects, they´ll leave us alone Wherever there´s masters, there will be slaves Nothing´s changed except the...read more