Chadwick is Dead

SHE’S NOT A SLAVE

There was a girl who had everything, yea.
There was a girl who was unique, hey.
There was a girl who said come inside of me.
Oh, she had sex. Oh, she had sex…

She says she’s not afraid. And she ain’t a slave.
She don’t care what they say. She don’t like them anyway.

She’s not like them anyway.

There was a girl who had everyone, yea.
There was a girl her friends called her a slut, yea.
There was a girl who really loved to come.
Oh, she’ll have sex. Oh, she’ll have sex…

She says she’s not a slave. And she ain’t afraid.
She don’t care what they say. She don’t like them anyway.

She’s not like them anyway.

There was a girl who just wanted to get laid, hey.
There was a girl, thought love was a game, eh.
There was a girl, made a terrible mistake.
Oh, she had death. Oh, she had death…

She says she’s not a slave. And she ain’t afraid.
She don’t care what they say. She don’t like them anyway.

She’s not like them anyway.

Blood Soaked World. Lyrics (c) 2006. All Rights Reserved.

BLOOD SOAKED WORLD (part one)

People can you tell me…
Do you know the reason why our planes are falling from the sky?
Did you have to wait in line to find out that your loved ones died?
Have you heard our President blame terrorists and swear revenge?
Isn’t it our government that is to blame for gross neglect?

We’ll have our revenge on someone. Believe it.
How ‘bout the Arabs? Our nation don’t like them.
They’re different and foreign, religious – abhorrent.
We don’t need no God to guide our smart bombs.
We’ll train young men in weapons and hatred.
We’ll show the world anger and blood thirst.
We’ll show everyone the US is number one.

The war is on. Battle lines are drawn here at home.
Whose side are you on? Can ya tell right from wrong?

Jesus lead us.

Hey listen up all you citizens. I hate t’tell ya this war can’t be won.
We’re all victims. Manipulation. Strangulation.

Petroleum we trust.

Follow us young Americans into the sun.
Question us is treasonous. Believe in us.
Our blood lust is reason enough. You know we must.
The ascension of the great Satan.

Weapons of mass destruction. Their absence proves that they’re hiding something.

Prime the war machine. Death to the living.
Grease the gears with blood. Death to everyone.
Corpses in the sun. The reaper has come.
Rockets in the air. It’s too late to care.
No time left to cry. Mankind vaporized.
We can bomb the Hell outta the Holy land.
We can blast the sand right into glass.
It’s all a part of our master plan.
The rich get rich just selling flags.
Got some advice for young Americans.
Oh, Canada. While ya can.
It’s much too late to make a stand.
Just save your ass before they start the draft.

We can bomb the Hell outta the Holy land.
We can blast the sand right into glass.
And that American turned Taliban.
String him up and kill that man.
Don’t you know he’s an embarrassment.
He’s everything we represent.
Oh, he’s a lot like me and you.
Thought he’d use his right t’choose.
Who’ll be left to write our history.
Lust and greed and democracy.
Peace and love and bureaucracy.
Soldiers shooting children in the street.
Oh, please God bless the American dream.

Blood Soaked World. Lyrics (c) 2006. All Rights Reserved.