Left Wing. Right Wing. Chicken Wing.

Anyone Who Used More Than Three Chords Is Just Showing Off.

I Would Like To See Every Single Soldier On Every Single Side, Just Take Off Your Helmet, Unbuckle Your Kit, Lay Down Your Rifle, And Set Down At The Side Of Some Shady Lane, And Say, Nope, I Aint A Gonna Kill Nobody. Plenty Of Rich Folks Wants To Fight. Give Them The Guns.

The World Is Filled With People Who Are No Longer Needed. And Who Try To Make Slaves Of All Of Us. And They Have Their Music And We Have Ours. Theirs, The Wasted Songs Of A Superstitious Nightmare. And Without Their Music And Ideological Miscarriages To Compare Our Songs Of Freedom To, We'd Not Have Any Opposite To Compare Music With - - And Like The Drifting Wind, Hitting Against No Obstacle, We'd Never Know Its Speed, Its Power.

My Eyes Has Been My Camera Taking Pictures Of The World And My Songs Has Been My Messages That I Tried To Scatter Across The Back Sides And Along The Steps Of The Fire Escapes And On The Window Sills And Through The Dark Halls.

This Machine Kills Fascists.