Tell the truth and they'll hang you for it
Words alone ain't gonna stop this war
Words alone ain't nothing but stories
It'll take real bullets to settle these scores
So you're better off saving your breath
You can do what I did, I just left
Or you can put down the remote control and pick up a brick
Put it through the window of some fat, rich bourgeois prick
In my name in my name
Just 'cause I was born there doesn't mean that I'm to blame
In my name in my name
Just 'cause I was born there doesn't mean that I'm the same
We can bury our head in the sands and maybe we might just strike oil
Tie a yellow ribbon around the television and hide our thoughts behind tinfoil
In my name in my name
Just 'cause I was born there doesn't mean that I'll play your game
credits
from Golden Hits,
released October 1, 2014
Daut - vocals, guitar
Marat - guitar
Tony - bass
Uncle Vanya - drums
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