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Take This Nation
04:31
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We're going to take this nation tonight
We're coming in force, and by god, with might
We don't like anything that we've heard that they do
We're gonna take them out if it's the last thing that we do
We don't really know what we want
But we know damn well what we don't
We're going to put everything right
We're going to take this nation tonight
We'll assemble our militiamen, and we'll charge at their gates
The New World Order is rising, and there's no time to wait
At least, that's what we've heard from this man in his books
The government's filled with liars, thieves, molesters and crooks
We don't really know what we want
But we know damn well what we don't
We're going to put everything right
We're going to take this nation tonight
This man from the IRS, I know where he'll be tonight
He's given me so much trouble, it keeps me up every night
I'll do my patriotic duty, as described in that book I read
I'll catch him alone, going home from work, and I'll shoot him dead
I don't really know what I want
But I think I know just what I don't want
Me, I'm gonna help put everything right
I'm gonna help take this nation tonight
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2. |
A Quiet Place
02:45
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In a quiet place
I will leave behind
The life I had before
You won't hear from me no more
Because, from a quiet town
I will disappear
You won't see anyone by my name
Comin' round here, no more
My friends have always known me
But I'm not the kind of guy you'd like to meet
I used to walk up and down my street
And I would loudly preach
Hatred and division
And segregation, against integration
And the folks who were white
Were the folks who were right, to me, then
Slip into seclusion
I will soon return to rise
In a new place, a new name
And no one will bat an eye
And I'll tell a story of a life
Far greater than my own
I'll find a new home
And I won't wind up alone, in the hatred of the past
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Speaking from an empty room
I walk out
Looking to an open field
I go south
Waking up to realize
That I've been found out
The fatherland is after me
It wants me wiped out
I'm hiding in the countryside
And living in fear
But despite it all I tell myself
That I will persevere
I don't even know
If they've been 'round here
I cannot do anything
Can't go anywhere
I'm with my wife and my children
Our supplies are scarce
They've chased us down
Like I knew that they would
I know that we did everything
That we could
Can't think about what'll happen next
I don't think that I should
With all my thoughts, I try my best
To keep them good
They've murdered my family
They've taken my pride
Destroyed my home
And starved my insides
I am not of German blood
I am impure
I am but a number now
My fate is ensured
Hope is fading
It's slim to nil
They've broken my spirit
They've broken my will
I've no conception
Of myself
I don't have the strength
To call for help
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Israel
01:53
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She's eighteen, in uniform
She looks just nice, with her long black hair
She's here because of the law
Of Israel
She's learned how to fire a gun
She's prepared to take up arms
She shall not think of anything else
But Israel
She'll storm into Palestine
When she shoots her gun, they want her to feel proud
Of Israel, the motherland
Of Israel
In a war she did not start
In a war she does not want
In a war she doesn't understand
In a war that might never end
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5. |
Bow Down to the Flag
02:58
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Bow down to the flag, of the land that you live in
The greatest country, the US of A
To hell with you, I don't like you
If you disagree
Bow down to the flag, the sacred object
Of everything that is Christian and holy
And to hell with you, and I hate you
If you disagree
And if my precious flag is burned to display
That you're not happy with your country
There's nothin' that gets me more enraged
While the veterans suffer crushing poverty
Bow down to the flag, with god on your side
And everything that you do will be right
While you kill the enemy
Whoever it happens to be
Bow down to the flag, and don't ask no questions
Life is so much easier that way
It's so much harder to find out
That things are not what they've seemed
And if my precious flag is burned to display
That you're not happy with your country
There's nothin' that gets me more irate
While our president shuts out refugees
Bow down to the flag, or get outta mah country!
Liberal communist traitors are scum!
I can't stand it when they point out
That my facts are wrong!
Bow down to the flag, or I'll punch your damn face
Or ram the damn flagpole up your ass!
Because I know, deep down
That my time is soon to pass
And if my precious flag is burned to display
That you're not happy with your country
There's nothing that's more offensive to me
While our government attacks our liberties
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We're going away to a far-off land
And we might not ever get back again
We're going to fight what we don't understand
Don't you blame us, they never told us much
We're coming with bombs and guns and grenades
No matter what happens, they'll boast of the progress we've made
We're coming to bring freedom, peace is on the way
But nobody knows how long that's gonna take
The death count's enormous, everyone can see
But nobody wants to see that on TV
I'm thinking of my wife and my child just born
Hoping and praying I'll live to see them once more
Cause we've lost someone already, and things are lookin' bad
This is the worst field trip I've ever had
The death count's enormous, everyone can see
But nobody wants to see that on TV
I've never seen so much rotting dead flesh
But I don't have any time right now to think about regrets
You can save that for when I get home, that's if I come home at all
Tortured by what I've seen, with my face against the wall
The death count's enormous, everyone can see
But nobody wants to see that on TV
Ten years gone by, I'm doin' bad
This ain't the kind of life I thought I'd have
I can barely get by, my bills are too high
I don't have my left arm, or my right eye anymore
But they made billions off of guys like us
They threw us all to the back of the bus
They sent us into war based on lies
But we are the ones who are left to pay the price
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7. |
In the Eyes of the Law
02:59
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Imagine if the day you were born
A pine box was made
With a jail cell with your name
To go along with it
Just waiting to contain you
One way or the other
Living with the fact that any day
The other shoe could drop down
This is not a reality for me
Because you see
My skin is white
So that makes me right
In the eyes of the law
Imagine for a second
If you were always more afraid
Of the ones who were sworn by oath
To serve and protect you
Than the lawless, the thieves
Marauding by nighttime
But that seems to be the way it goes
In the land of the free if you're not white
This is not a reality for me
Because oh you see
My skin is white
And that makes me right
By the eyes of the law
Imagine a world in which lawmen
Only acted like thugs
Just doing whatever they wanted
To get you in jail
It's getting much too close
To being all too real
For you and for me, but worse
For some more than others
This is not a reality right now
But you can see how
There could come the day
Until then, I'm free
From the long arm of the law
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Awaken from your sleeping
Open your eyes, and face the day
Awaken from your dreaming
Put dreams away, you'll have no use for them today
Scared and helpless
Restless and hopeless
You seem to know nothing, and yet you seem to know far too much
Bitter and burned-out
With everything and how it all turned out
Somehow knowing nothing and yet knowing far too much
The lights have all gone out
The building is coming down
Trapped underneath the burning steel
The lights have been extinguished
There are no rights left to relinquish
Trapped underneath the burning steel for all time
The lights have all gone out
The buildings have fallen down
Still trapped beneath the burning steel
The lights have all gone out
And everything is different now
Trapped underneath the broken pieces
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9. |
In a Room (Time to Go)
05:51
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In a motel room, waiting very patiently
For our time, finally to come
Waiting for the word to come
That the plans we made are now complete
And soon the world will know just who we are
And what we want to do
We've said our piece
And now it's time to go
We've had no peace
We want to let them know
We've made up our minds
That this is how we'll go
So we'll put on a show
In a solemn basement prayer, we'll think of what is close at hand
And all the joy to him we know it shall bring
In the holy battalion, no one sheds a single tear
When thinking of the fact that the day has come
For our deed will bring us home
We've said our piece
And now it's time to go
We've had no peace
We want to let them know
We've made up our minds
That this is how we'll go
So welcome to the show
We've said our piece
And now it's time to go
We've had no peace
We want to let them know
We've made up our minds
That this is how we'll go
And we want blood to flow
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Samuel Windmill Coralville, Iowa
Samuel Fraser Windmill (born June 3, 1995) is an artist, musician, author and film maker currently living in Coralville, Iowa. A songwriter in some form or another since he was a toddler, and an artist of all kinds for just as long, his musical career began for all intents and purposes when in late 2010, at age 15, he met Detrell Smith (later of Other Band) and formed The Tea Party Fascists. ... more
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