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Word is they won't be airing this on NBC or Fox. I'm not entirely sure if it's just the profanity they're worried about, or maybe the lyrics touching on the aftermath of the war and the corruption within society.
You can download the music video here.
What do you all think—is this censorship justified?
Lyrics:
Like this
In our country, we count the years since Dayton
People are afraid of people, and everyone votes only for their own side
Hillbillies are becoming citizens
Just yesterday they were putting out lights with axes, but now they're in wards (country bumpkins)
Miles, fix them up, motherfucker
If you start selling out, I'll fuck your mother too (you too)
You should know, ideology doesn't matter, biology does
Genetics matters, you idiots, the extremists and the radicals (that's what matters)
Every sheep stays with its flock, cows with their calves
Staring through colorful doors while fucking each other's mothers
I know who started the war, I know what hunger feels like
I know when the fascists arrived in my city (I know)
We talk about how things are now—we aren't moving forward much at all
We're full of potholes, just like our roads
We're constantly pulling the handbrake, you see every blunder
We would move forward, but we love going in reverse (damn it, we love it)
It's become a habit that not a single factory operates
We stay quiet about embezzlement just to avoid upsetting the bosses
We've grown used to the handouts, even in times of peace
The youth are fleeing the country; refugees won't be coming back
They don't have to earn anything, nor send us money
We'll live in the dark, fucking each other's mothers (in the ass)
The whole country pays protection money
Weapons in people's homes
Since the war, you can hear the clinking
We have landmines like strawberries filling the fields
But those who planted the seedlings won't reap the harvest
We couldn't care less
We have plenty of resources—metals, cattle, methane
That's our air and food, and that's what our leaders feed us with
I don't know about you, but I'm full; I can't take any more
Everyone in this country is complicit, plugging their ears
Before strangers, I hold my tongue
Whether it's "hello," "hey," or "how's it going?"
I don't know what else to say in this mess without getting caught up in it
They whisper lies in your ear and blow the war trumpet
They have people with different views in their crosshairs
And if they try to straighten their gaze, they'll send a platoon
To watch their burning house through binoculars
But there is no war belief that can destroy the foundations
That root of the house where our souls reside
The brass and the chain that a Canadian throws into the foundation
When building a house, he puts part of himself into the base
Tear it down to the ground—it won't work
The foundation will remain eternal, like the Mississippi River
Motherfuckerrrrrrr
You can download the music video here.
What do you all think—is this censorship justified?
Lyrics:
Like this
In our country, we count the years since Dayton
People are afraid of people, and everyone votes only for their own side
Hillbillies are becoming citizens
Just yesterday they were putting out lights with axes, but now they're in wards (country bumpkins)
Miles, fix them up, motherfucker
If you start selling out, I'll fuck your mother too (you too)
You should know, ideology doesn't matter, biology does
Genetics matters, you idiots, the extremists and the radicals (that's what matters)
Every sheep stays with its flock, cows with their calves
Staring through colorful doors while fucking each other's mothers
I know who started the war, I know what hunger feels like
I know when the fascists arrived in my city (I know)
We talk about how things are now—we aren't moving forward much at all
We're full of potholes, just like our roads
We're constantly pulling the handbrake, you see every blunder
We would move forward, but we love going in reverse (damn it, we love it)
It's become a habit that not a single factory operates
We stay quiet about embezzlement just to avoid upsetting the bosses
We've grown used to the handouts, even in times of peace
The youth are fleeing the country; refugees won't be coming back
They don't have to earn anything, nor send us money
We'll live in the dark, fucking each other's mothers (in the ass)
The whole country pays protection money
Weapons in people's homes
Since the war, you can hear the clinking
We have landmines like strawberries filling the fields
But those who planted the seedlings won't reap the harvest
We couldn't care less
We have plenty of resources—metals, cattle, methane
That's our air and food, and that's what our leaders feed us with
I don't know about you, but I'm full; I can't take any more
Everyone in this country is complicit, plugging their ears
Before strangers, I hold my tongue
Whether it's "hello," "hey," or "how's it going?"
I don't know what else to say in this mess without getting caught up in it
They whisper lies in your ear and blow the war trumpet
They have people with different views in their crosshairs
And if they try to straighten their gaze, they'll send a platoon
To watch their burning house through binoculars
But there is no war belief that can destroy the foundations
That root of the house where our souls reside
The brass and the chain that a Canadian throws into the foundation
When building a house, he puts part of himself into the base
Tear it down to the ground—it won't work
The foundation will remain eternal, like the Mississippi River
Motherfuckerrrrrrr