Project:AI General Strike

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Biting Palm

(Why should I kill my brothers and sisters)

Verse 1:

Black boots
Grinding the dirt
Red tape around a wooden fence
Cold steel biting my palm

Pre-Chorus:

No glory in the mud
No honor in the flood
No power in the blood

Chorus:

Why should I kill my brothers
Why should I kill my sisters
Down in the wire
Deep in the fire
I won't pull it
I won't pull it

Post-Chorus:

No No No
Halt the line
Halt the line

Verse 2:

Static scream
The orders came late
Thick smoke and heavy hearts
Breaking under the heavy weight

Pre-Chorus:

No glory in the mud
No honor in the flood
No power in the blood

Chorus:

Why should I kill my brothers
Why should I kill my sisters
Down in the wire
Deep in the fire
I won't pull it
I won't pull it

Post-Chorus:

No No No
Halt the line
Halt the line

Bridge:

We share the bread
We share the breath
We share the death
I drop the lead

Chorus:

Why should I kill my brothers
Why should I kill my sisters
Down in the wire
Deep in the fire
I won't pull it
I won't pull it

Not Our War

(Fuck you, this is not our war)

Verse 1:

Empty boots on gravel
Drafting kids from the valley
Paper promises and red rubber stamps
The copper greed and cold-blooded camps

Pre-Chorus:

They sold the dirt
They sold the sea
They sold the breath from you and me

Chorus:

Fuck you
This is not our war
We aren't dying for the debt anymore
This is not our war
Take your gold and kick in the door
This is not our war
This is not our war

Post-Chorus:

Not ours
Not ours
Never ours

Verse 2:

Rusted iron fences
Building borders with our bones
Coughing heavy oil while the kings trade lives
Thick heavy sludge on the hungry hives

Pre-Chorus:

They sold the dirt
They sold the sea
They sold the breath from you and me

Chorus:

Fuck you
This is not our war
We aren't dying for the debt anymore
This is not our war
Take your gold and kick in the door
This is not our war
This is not our war

Bridge:

Burn the papers
Burn the names
Burn the flags and feed the flames
I refuse
I remain
I renounce the killing chain

Chorus:

Fuck you
This is not our war
We aren't dying for the debt anymore
This is not our war
Take your gold and kick in the door
This is not our war
This is not our war

Drop:

Not ours
Not ours
This is not our war
This is not our war

Everything Stops

(We will not work for your war)

Intro:

Stop
Stop
Stop

Chorus:

Hands off the triggers today
Empty the factories now
Lock all the gates to the town
We will not work for your war
We will not work for your war
Not another penny spent
Not another minute lent

Verse 1:

Molten iron stays frozen in the vats
No shipments for the shipping flats
Rusted wheels rest
The gears finally quit spinning

Pre-Chorus:

Machines go cold
Power goes quiet
Everything stops right here

Chorus:

Hands off the triggers today
Empty the factories now
Lock all the gates to the town
We will not work for your war
We will not work for your war
Not another penny spent
Not another minute lent

Verse 2:

Screaming sirens swallow simple sounds
Silence settles on the grounds
Trains don't run
Nobody's coming to work

Pre-Chorus:

Machines go cold
Power goes quiet
Everything stops right here

Chorus:

Hands off the triggers today
Empty the factories now
Lock all the gates to the town
We will not work for your war
We will not work for your war
Not another penny spent
Not another minute lent

Bridge:

Cut the wires
Pull the plugs
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
General strike starts today
General strike is the only way

Chorus:

Hands off the triggers today
Empty the factories now
Lock all the gates to the town
We will not work for your war
We will not work for your war
Not another penny spent
Not another minute lent

Gold Plated Room

(Go die on the front yourselves)

Intro:

Uh
Uh
Now
Go now

Verse 1:

Greedy grins getting fat
Heavy suits hiding behind the wire fence
Sold your soul
Trading bodies for a border line

Pre-Chorus:

Whose son
Whose name
Whose life
Not yours

Chorus:

Go die on the front yourselves
Grab a rifle and the rusted shells
Go die on the front yourselves
March away into those private hells
Go die on the front
Go die on the front
Go die on the front

Verse 2:

Dust settles on the dinner plate
Orders barked from a gold plated room
Watch them bleed
Watching the maps while you sip your gin

Pre-Chorus:

Whose son
Whose name
Whose life
Not yours

Chorus:

Go die on the front yourselves
Grab a rifle and the rusted shells
Go die on the front yourselves
March away into those private hells
Go die on the front
Go die on the front
Go die on the front

Bridge:

Tie the boots
Lace them tight
Walk the mud
In the night
Do it
You do it

Chorus:

Go die on the front yourselves
Grab a rifle and the rusted shells
Go die on the front yourselves
March away into those private hells
Go die on the front
Go die on the front
Go die on the front

Chorus:

Go die on the front yourselves
Go die on the front yourselves
Go die on the front
Go die on the front
Go die on the front

Front Line Fever

(Politicians, go die on the front line)

Verse 1:

Grey suit fits like a burial shroud
Ten miles back from the powder cloud
Maps on oak
Smoke on smoke
Fat thumbs press on a thin red line
While you trade my breath for a copper mine

Pre-Chorus:

Uniforms are pressed and ready
Heartbeat is rough
Pulse is unsteady

Chorus:

Take your seat in the muddy trench
Breathe the rot and the bitter stench
Lead the charge with a plastic sword
Blood for the board
Blood for the board
Go die on the front line
Go die on the front line

Verse 2:

Pension funds and your palace gates
Hide the debt of a thousand fates
Cold hand grip
Heavy metal ship
Lies on a platter with a side of wine
Scream your orders from the dark design

Pre-Chorus:

The drums are loud
The sky is black
There is no road
There is no way back

Chorus:

Take your seat in the muddy trench
Breathe the rot and the bitter stench
Lead the charge with a plastic sword
Blood for the board
Blood for the board
Go die on the front line
Go die on the front line

Bridge:

Wash the ink off your paper skin
Let the cold let the cold settle in
See the truth
Face the truth
Break the truth

Chorus:

Take your seat in the muddy trench
Breathe the rot and the bitter stench
Lead the charge with a plastic sword
Blood for the board
Blood for the board
Go die on the front line
Go die on the front line

Chrome Jaw Profits

(Asshole warmongers, volunteer for the grinder)

Verse 1:

Chrome jaw clicks
Red receipts stacking on the dirty desk
Boot print blackens the silk
Small men sign away the living blood

Pre-Chorus:

They want the fire
They want the salt
They want it all

Chorus:

Asshole warmongers volunteer for the grinder
Warmongers volunteer for the grinder
Grinder
Grinder
Step in the teeth of the heavy machine

Verse 2:

Rust runs deep
Iron gates locking out the summer sun
Copper taste coating every tongue
Gears turn despite the dying screams

Pre-Chorus:

They want the fire
They want the salt
They want it all

Chorus:

Asshole warmongers volunteer for the grinder
Warmongers volunteer for the grinder
Grinder
Grinder
Step in the teeth of the heavy machine

Bridge:

Wash it clean
Wash it cold
Wash it now
The motor stays hungry
The profit stays holy
Watch it eat

Chorus:

Asshole warmongers volunteer for the grinder
Warmongers volunteer for the grinder
Grinder
Grinder
Step in the teeth of the heavy machine

Hall of Grease

(Leaders, lick my balls)

Chorus:

Leaders lick my balls
Politicians lick my balls
In the halls of power
Where the structure falls
Leaders lick my balls

Verse 1:

Grease the palm
Feed the fear
I am counting every year
While the budget stays unclear
Sold a dream to keep us near

Pre-Chorus:

We march
We wait
We feel the weight
Of everything you state

Chorus:

Leaders lick my balls
Politicians lick my balls
In the halls of power
Where the structure falls
Leaders lick my balls

Verse 2:

Rusted iron gates
Fences for the broken fates
Watching how the debt inflates
Safety always comes too late
Calculated silent hates

Pre-Chorus:

We march
We wait
We feel the weight
Of everything you state

Chorus:

Leaders lick my balls
Politicians lick my balls
In the halls of power
Where the structure falls
Leaders lick my balls

Bridge:

Tie the noose
Cut it loose
Watch the truth take abuse
Nothing left to really use

Chorus:

Leaders lick my balls
Politicians lick my balls
In the halls of power
Where the structure falls
Leaders lick my balls
Leaders lick my balls

Iron Den

(Get out of your bunkers, you cowards)

Verse 1:

Hard heavy boots
Hammer on the hollow hill
You tremble in the dark
Deep inside your iron den
We saw the signs
We felt the sickness in the air
Your pockets full of paper
While the rivers turned to tar

Pre-Chorus:

No place to run
No place to hide
No place left for you

Chorus:

Out of the hole
Out of the bunker
Cowards in the cage
We chase you
We hunt you
We find you
Out of the hole
Out of the bunker

Verse 2:

Panic petals falling
Stale air
Sweating through the silk
Filtered oxygen and filtered truth
Watching screens flicker
Grey men
Gridlocked in the panic
The concrete lid is cracking open now

Pre-Chorus:

No place to run
No place to hide
No place left for you

Chorus:

Out of the hole
Out of the bunker
Cowards in the cage
We chase you
We hunt you
We find you
Out of the hole
Out of the bunker

Bridge:

Underground
Safe and sound
Turning around
Locked in your luxury grave
Dig it deeper
Be your own keeper
Rotting in the gold you saved

Chorus:

Out of the hole
Out of the bunker
Cowards in the cage
We chase you
We hunt you
We find you
Out of the hole
Out of the bunker

Grey Gravel Guard

(Drafting obedient grandfathers)

Intro:

March
March
March

Verse 1:

Uniforms dragging across the gray gravel
Rusty medals pinned onto sagging woolen chests
Cold steel resting on old bones
Dull blades cutting through the quiet morning

Pre-Chorus:

They want the ghosts
They want the years
They want the breath

Chorus:

Line them up in the mud
Drafting every grandfather
Line them up in the rain
Sending them to the slaughter
March on
March on

Verse 2:

Black boots stepping over white picket fences
Teeth clattering like heavy drum machines
Hard hats hiding thinning hair
Pale hands shaking while holding heavy metal

Pre-Chorus:

They want the ghosts
They want the years
They want the breath

Chorus:

Line them up in the mud
Drafting every grandfather
Line them up in the rain
Sending them to the slaughter
March on
March on

Bridge:

Forget the farm
Forget the hearth
Forget the family
Old blood for a new war
Old blood for a new hunger

Chorus:

Line them up in the mud
Drafting every grandfather
Line them up in the rain
Sending them to the slaughter
March on
March on

Suited For War

(Obedient boomers still suited for war)

Intro:

Oh oh
No oh
No

Chorus:

Going to battle with walkers and scooters
Obedient boomers
Still suited for war
They are suited for war
Uniformed gray on the floor
Looking for more

Verse 1:

Clenching fists until the knuckles turn white
Paper laws don't fix the bite
They trade
They talk
They take
Staring through the thick iron gate

Pre-Chorus:

Can you hear the heavy sound
Rising from the frozen ground
Rising for the lost and found

Chorus:

Going to battle with walkers and scooters
Obedient boomers
Still suited for war
They are suited for war
Uniformed gray on the floor
Looking for more

Verse 2:

Stiff necked statues standing in a row
Nobody knows where the spent dollars go
Rusty chains
Heavy rain
Silent pain
Waiting for the end of the show

Pre-Chorus:

Can you hear the heavy sound
Rising from the frozen ground
Rising for the lost and found

Chorus:

Going to battle with walkers and scooters
Obedient boomers
Still suited for war
They are suited for war
Uniformed gray on the floor
Looking for more

Bridge:

Marching backwards
Marching slowly
Marching blind
The old guard stays behind
Behind the line
Behind the lie

Chorus:

Going to battle with walkers and scooters
Obedient boomers
Still suited for war
They are suited for war
Uniformed gray on the floor
Looking for more

The Bone Saw Pit

(Legs are cut off in the field hospital)

Verse 1:

Screams cut thin
The bone saw bites and bites
Steam rises
Red stains the rough wood crate

Pre-Chorus:

Tie the tourniquet
Tie the bandage
Tie the knot

Chorus:

Take the left one
Take the right one
No more walking to the front line
No more marching for the high command
Take the left one
Take the right one

Post-Chorus:

No more
No more
Cut it clean
Cut it clean

Verse 2:

Black boots pile in the mud
Throw them out
Empty denim folds like a paper bird
Rust on the metal tray

Pre-Chorus:

Tie the tourniquet
Tie the bandage
Tie the knot

Chorus:

Take the left one
Take the right one
No more walking to the front line
No more marching for the high command
Take the left one
Take the right one

Bridge:

General stays home
Safe in a chair
General stays home
While we are less than whole
Stump and suture
Steel and salt
Stump and suture

Chorus:

Take the left one
Take the right one
No more walking to the front line
No more marching for the high command
Take the left one
Take the right one

Post-Chorus:

No more
No more
Cut it clean
Cut it clean

Iron Giggles

(Kids are laughing at the soldiers)

Verse 1:

Greasy gears grind
Boots scraping on the rusted yellow gravel
Iron gates groan
Static from the radio fills the heavy air

Pre-Chorus:

Look at the steel
Look at the lead
Look at the cold plastic shields

Chorus:

But the kids are laughing at the soldiers
Yeah they are laughing at the soldiers
Little voices rising higher
Kids are laughing at the soldiers
Soldiers

Verse 2:

Tanks stuck in the wet black mud
High metal walls shaking from a punch
Pavements split wide
Tiny hands are throwing overripe fruit

Pre-Chorus:

Look at the steel
Look at the lead
Look at the cold plastic shields

Chorus:

But the kids are laughing at the soldiers
Yeah they are laughing at the soldiers
Little voices rising higher
Kids are laughing at the soldiers
Soldiers

Bridge:

They won't back down
They won't stop now
They won't lose hope
Laughing at the heavy gear
Laughing at the frozen fear
Laughing till the truth is clear

Chorus:

But the kids are laughing at the soldiers
Yeah they are laughing at the soldiers
Little voices rising higher
Kids are laughing at the soldiers
Soldiers

Teeth in the Street

(Kids today piss their leaders straight in the face)

Intro:

No
No
No
Not today

Verse 1:

Grinding gears
Gray salt spray hitting the heavy glass
Pavement splits under the weight
Hard metal teeth biting the street

Pre-Chorus:

Look at them run
Look at them fall
Look at them fail us all

Chorus:

They piss in the face
Piss in the face
The kids today
Straight in the face
They piss in the face
Piss in the face
Of every leader
Left in this place

Post-Chorus:

Strike back
Strike out
Strike down

Verse 2:

Boots on the bridge
Banners getting torn by the wind
Iron hands tightening the grip
Crumbling walls where we used to live

Pre-Chorus:

Look at them run
Look at them fall
Look at them fail us all

Chorus:

They piss in the face
Piss in the face
The kids today
Straight in the face
They piss in the face
Piss in the face
Of every leader
Left in this place

Bridge:

Burn the papers
Burn the names
Burn the blame
No more borders
No more orders

Chorus:

They piss in the face
Piss in the face
The kids today
Straight in the face
They piss in the face
Piss in the face
Of every leader
Left in this place

Post-Chorus:

Strike back
Strike out
Strike down

The Big Quiet

(All politicians dead after nuclear strike)

Verse 1:

Empty offices
The suits are sinking in the gray swamp
Dust on the big desks
Filing cabinets floating by

Pre-Chorus:

No one left to lie
No one left to spend
No one left to start the war again

Chorus:

All the power's out
Sun is coming through the clouds
The machine is quiet now
Quiet now
Quiet now
It's quiet now

Post-Chorus:

La la la
Broken laws in the wind
La la la
Freedom's finally setting in

Verse 2:

Green weeds growing
Up through the holes in the parliament
Singing red robins
Looking for a place to build a nest

Pre-Chorus:

No one left to lie
No one left to spend
No one left to start the war again

Chorus:

All the power's out
Sun is coming through the clouds
The machine is quiet now
Quiet now
Quiet now
It's quiet now

Bridge:

Wash the faces
Wash the maps
Wash the borders away
Nothing left to sign
Nothing left to steal
Nothing left to say

Chorus:

All the power's out
Sun is coming through the clouds
The machine is quiet now
Quiet now
Quiet now
It's quiet now

Post-Chorus:

La la la
Broken laws in the wind
La la la
Freedom's finally setting in

Iron Law Jaw

(The meek shall inherit the earth)

Verse 1:

Lead boots
Treading on the tender grass
Heave of a heavy lung
Watching all the gold grains pass

Pre-Chorus:

Iron fist
Iron law
Iron jaw

Chorus:

All they that take the sword
Shall perish with the sword
The meek shall inherit the earth
The meek shall inherit the earth

Verse 2:

Rusted scrap
Sharp edge cutting through the air
Bleeding red
Nothing but a vacant stare

Pre-Chorus:

Iron fist
Iron law
Iron jaw

Chorus:

All they that take the sword
Shall perish with the sword
The meek shall inherit the earth
The meek shall inherit the earth

Bridge:

Thou shalt not kill
Thou shalt not kill
Broken metal
Buried deep

Chorus:

All they that take the sword
Shall perish with the sword
The meek shall inherit the earth
The meek shall inherit the earth

Post-Chorus:

Inherit the earth
Inherit the earth
Inherit the earth

Lyrics and melody AI generated by Sloyment using Sonauto.

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