APA Lyrics

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Creeping in the shadows of the night, we’ll stand with our backs against the wall.
They say we’re abrasive punks, we ain’t scared to fight, we will stand against them all.

Abrasive, is how we feel, Abrasive, we know it’s real, Abrasive, it’s all we’ve ever known.
Abrasive, is how we feel, Abrasive, we know it’s real, Abrasive, this ain’t no fucking show.

That’s how I feel when I smash up everything, that’s how I feel when I spit and I scream.
That’s how I feel when I’m down on my luck, that’s how I feel because I’m an abrasive punk,
An abrasive punk like you.

No hope for tomorrow, dead end futures, that’s when push comes to shove
Won’t wait for a hero, bent-kneed salvation, from the ballots or above.

Voices of anger and desperation echo out in the streets where we’re from.
A new day will rise and cities will burn, we’re just the first of what’s to come.

Who do you think you work for, your family or the banks?
The ones who take forty years with nothing but a thanks.
The ones who owned your parents are the ones who’ll own your kids
The ones who offer the right to work, but no right to live.
We can see them in the windows that overlook the floors
Laughing on the telephone while we perform their chores
We never see their faces, but their names are on our checks.
Their parasitic purse strings are a noose around our necks.

They’re terminators, they can take your life from you
They’re terminators, they can put an end to you.

We ask about their families, we laugh at their stupid jokes,
It’s better to be on their good side to borrow when you’re broke.
They’re the ones who sign our paycheck and the ones who own our homes.
The ones that we go begging to when looking for a loan.
They feed upon our miseries and toss a couple crumbs,
And praise their own benevolence for helping out the scum.
If you dare to raise your voice, they’ll shove you off the lot,
And send you slumping home to our cities full of rot.

They flash a slimy smile while promising a change,
They’re rich, lazy vampires sucking blood from our veins.
And they make all the profit from our work and from our sweat,
And we accept their wages, because that’s all we’ll ever get.
We’ve buried our fathers with the pennies they saved.
Is this our future from our cradles to our graves?
They never give us a chance, and I guess they never will.
Fifty years later will terminators own us still?

We destroyed the evil empire, and made twenty out of one.
But it’s our brand of democracy, under the threat of a gun.
Tell me who’s the next Hitler, and who should we believe.
There’s a missile for every fatherland, from sea to Baltic sea.

Who’s got the bombs, and what do they hope to achieve?
Who’s got the bombs, the power and destruction it brings.
Who’s got the bombs, where will the balance of power swing next?
Who’s got the bombs, who are the new dealers in death?

We were living under the shadow of a Soviet bear.
We took comfort in an enemy that we knew was always there.

We laugh at your institutions, we’re not a part of your society.
Not afraid to be outcasts, not afraid to shout “I wanna be me”.

No no no we don’t care, we just laugh at the way you stare.
No no no we don’t care, we’re underground, but everywhere.
No no no we don’t care, we just laugh at the way you stare.
No no no we don’t care, with our heads held high, no cross to bear.

Are we the ones that make you scared of the city? Are we the ones that make you run in fear.
You laugh at us from the outside, but shut your mouths when we are near.

We are the good-for-nothings, we stand out from your crowd.
You want silence, I’ll raise my voice. We’re the ones, proud and loud.

Your education, was indoctrination
Your liberal conscience, is group-think nonsense.

They’re so afraid to leave it up to you.
Train you to modify your thoughts.
They’re so afraid to leave it up to you,
But social force is all they got.

Don’t believe the things that they say, just vicious schemes to put us away.
Don’t believe the things that you read, it’s propaganda just to hide their greed.

Your false idols, we’ll burn them down.
Smash your statues to the ground.
We hate your leaders, your kings and queens.
Your false idols, don’t mean a thing to me.

Keep your flags and crosses, they’re meaningless to me.
I don’t need no government to tell me how to be.
Keep your flags and crosses, they’re meaningless to me.
I don’t need your fucking religions to tell me how to be.

Invasion from the suburbs, they’re dividing up our homes.
There’s skinhead graffiti, claiming what we own.
They got all the money to bribe the elderly.
But we don’t play that fucking shit, you can’t buy me.

We’re being compromised, we’re being gentrified.
Let the bastards know you won’t be pushed aside.

Stopped and asked me, how long we plan to stay.
We’ve been here forever, we won’t go away.
As the vultures move in, on another dying home
We should burn them to ashes, until there’s nothing left to own.

Worse than the criminals, that used to roam these streets.
At least they were obvious, and ran from police.
But your kind’s been chosen, to save us from ourselves.
To free us from poverty, to build a new hell.

Armies are marching in the streets, workers cry “no retreat”
They fight for something that you don’t wanna know
The police have started a fight, and no one asks if they’re wrong or right.
And we die for something that you don’t wanna know.

Just remember, this is your world.
So embrace the battle with your flags unfurled.
No surrender, you can never give in.
Because you are where the fight begins.

When you sleep in your bed at night, he sleeps in the cold outside.
Fought for a freedom that he will never know.
Gone in the flash of a blinding light, it’s a sin that we can’t deny.
They died for nothing, and you don’t wanna know.

What’s it like to be a liar, what’s it like to hide your eyes?
What’s it like to betray your brother, what’s it like to have no pride?

It’s the death of honor, it’s the death of trust.
Can’t you see, it’s the death of us?

What’s it like to be a beggar, what’s it like to be a thief?
What’s it like to stand for nothing, what’s it like to sell your beliefs?

What’s it like to be a coward, what’s it like to run and hide?
What’s it like to be a traitor, what’s it like to have no pride?

On these streets where I was born, sometimes I feel like my welcome’s worn,
I’m a native son in a foreign world.
And all the drones keep telling me, that I should be what I was meant to be,
Just another punk kicked to the curb.

But I stood alone against the crowd, anything I felt I shouted loud.
I took their bullets and I bled. And I still refused anything they said.

My heart breaks when I see those kids, walk the paths that I once did,
That lead you straight to the depths of hell.
I wanna tell them to break away, their world just gets in your way,
You gotta survive where the others failed.

Where the hell are the heroes, in a foxhole full of mud.
Where the hell are the heroes, choking on the smell of blood.
Where the hell are the heroes, when you’ve lost your leg.
Where the hell are the heroes, in a field piled up with dead.

Heroes are generals smiling on TV.
Smiling, bloody generals, not fodder like you and me.
Heroes are generals smiling on TV.
Smiling bloody generals, don’t give a fuck about you and me.

Where the hell are the heroes, when the bombs explode.
Where the hell are the heroes, laying dead in the road.
Where the hell are the heroes, in the dark of night.
Where the hell are the heroes, when you’re scarred for life.

Where the hell are the heroes, when you’re caught in barbed wire.
Where the hell are the heroes, when your skin’s on fire.
Where the hell are the heroes, staring in the face of death.
Where the hell are the heroes, when you breathe your last breath.

Beware the suit and tie, conmen claiming DIY.
They’ll pick you clean, they’ll pick your bones, you got a contract but you’re on your own.
You can’t cry to them for help, they’ll just ignore you, and say “go to hell”.

So don’t sell your soul for this dream they sell called rock n roll.
Don’t sell your soul, they’ll give you no control.
Don’t sell your soul for this useless dream called rock n roll.
Don’t sell your soul, you’ll get no control.

You’re a product to sell and buy, used up, left out to dry.
You wanna ride in a limousine, and every night you’ll make the scene.
But they know where you come from, they’ll get you hooked because fame is a drug.

Wanna put a price on your band. No control.
Take the money, take it as fast as you can. No control.
Your world’s fake, I’d rather let it die. No control.
I want truth, so give me DIY. No control.