Cage's "Grand Ol' Party Crash" (Truth Seeker's Remix) set to battle footage from Iraq and Afghanistan.http://costofwar.com/en/http://www.unknownnews.org/casualties.htmlLyrics:I wake up to a caffeine, cigarette vaccineThen bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasolineFeel like a loser 'cause I'm not in FallujahPainting a land cruiser with an iraqi then taking his rugerNo M-16 to give me a callusInhuman super malice for GOB uber allesBaby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nurseryI'm in a deli eating tuna, tasting the mercuryThen try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of waterGet on the train and think of terrorists with box cuttersGun concealer 'cause I see a realer realityAnd what I breathe through my nasal cavities, killing my batteriesBombs in the metropolis, out all eye socketsEsophagus melted out some shite group will get their props for thisLook, I need petro for my MercedesBut I'm not trying to kneel or die for emperor CheneyMaybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herdUnless, of course, it's en route to lynch Mike BloombergBeing pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi membersAre like "fuck you!" with New York's two middle fingersIf the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond thisThe opposite of congress must be progressWhat if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirtI still don't know what to wear with this orange alert(Run, coward)American flags fly, moral's highA unit of twenty or so repelling apaches in the skyInto a village of killers, little Jimmy from JacksonMississippi, just graduated and seeing actionM-16 locked, loaded and spitting properlyWhoever's in that line of fire - chest full of democracy!Turn the corner, team leader, neck up, the nose goneBlown off, this is not PS2's SoccomJimmy stays so calm, shoots, count nothingRiddled in his back answers come flying out his stomachFace down, then it's face up in a bed, almost deadEyes slowly open, IV bags and no legsA couple sandwiches and some bloody bandagesIn a room full of amputee GI amateursHe gets the word that his unit didn't make itGot a free ticket home but flat lined before he got to take it(I hunger)Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs 9They're chasing away kids playing hop-scotch in this chalk outlineTwo F-16's, screeh an iridescent skyLook down, we're not in Iraq, we're in N.Y.Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthwormsTwo coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first termThe army in the subway, walking with tooliesI'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talking to meDrive with my left, I know what's right - my weapon handLike the map of DC streets still shows a pentagramLicense on the car window when I pass throughYou've seen the news, no joke, New York pig department will blast youMy Weathermen party is invite only, soldier'Cause with one wave of King G. Dub's scepter it's overThe right to assemble puts the bearous team on youLook into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you.
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