by Propagandhi on album Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes

A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "man, I gotta run to the USA. I got no money, got no job." She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive. You've got a problem with her living here, but what did

by Propagandhi on album Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes

A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "man, I gotta run to the USA. I got no money, got no job." She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive. You've got a problem with her living here, but what did

by Propagandhi on album Live from Occupied Territory

A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "man, I gotta run to the USA. I got no money, got no job." She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive. You've got a problem with her living here, but what did

by Propagandhi on album Today’s Empires, Tomorrow’s Ashes

A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "man, I gotta run to the USA. I got no money, got no job." She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive. You've got a problem with her living here, but what did

by Propagandhi on album Today’s Empires, Tomorrow’s Ashes

A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "man, I gotta run to the USA. I got no money, got no job." She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive. You've got a problem with her living here, but what did

by Propagandhi on album Live From Occupied Territory: An Official Bootleg

A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "man, I gotta run to the USA. I got no money, got no job." She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive. You've got a problem with her living here, but what did

by Propagandhi on album Potemkin City Limits

Donald wept through the proceedings and his tears soaked through the canvas that Cloaked his twisted face and stained his orange jumpsuit where With such rare distinction he once displayed The evidenc

by Propagandhi on album Potemkin City Limits

Superbowl patriots cheer halftime propaganda Fake titties, tooting trumpets, "FREEDOM" is in lights And shitting itself out of post-hippie "Call me Sir" Paul McCartney's Multi-millionaire fucking mout

by Propagandhi on album Potemkin City Limits

Donald wept through the proceedings and his tears soaked through the canvas that Cloaked his twisted face and stained his orange jumpsuit where With such rare distinction he once displayed The evidenc

by Propagandhi on album Potemkin City Limits

Superbowl patriots cheer halftime propaganda Fake titties, tooting trumpets, "FREEDOM" is in lights And shitting itself out of post-hippie "Call me Sir" Paul McCartney's Multi-millionaire fucking mout

by Propagandhi on album Live from Occupied Territory

Superbowl patriots cheer halftime propaganda Fake titties, tooting trumpets, "FREEDOM" is in lights And shitting itself out of post-hippie "Call me Sir" Paul McCartney's Multi-millionaire fucking mout

by Propagandhi on album Potemkin City Limits

Donald wept through the proceedings and his tears soaked through the canvas that Cloaked his twisted face and stained his orange jumpsuit where With such rare distinction he once displayed The evidenc

by Propagandhi on album Potemkin City Limits

Superbowl patriots cheer halftime propaganda Fake titties, tooting trumpets, "FREEDOM" is in lights And shitting itself out of post-hippie "Call me Sir" Paul McCartney's Multi-millionaire fucking mout

by Propagandhi on album Potemkin City Limits

Superbowl patriots cheer halftime propaganda Fake titties, tooting trumpets, "FREEDOM" is in lights And shitting itself out of post-hippie "Call me Sir" Paul McCartney's Multi-millionaire fucking mout

by Propagandhi on album Live From Occupied Territory: An Official Bootleg

Superbowl patriots cheer halftime propaganda Fake titties, tooting trumpets, "FREEDOM" is in lights And shitting itself out of post-hippie "Call me Sir" Paul McCartney's Multi-millionaire fucking mout

by Judy Collins on album Whales and Nightingales

by Judy Collins on album Whales & Nightingales

by Judy Collins on album Whales & Nightingales

by Judy Collins on album Whales and Nightingales

by Black Sabbath on album Paranoid (Deluxe Edition)

Finished with my woman 'Cause she couldn't help me with my mind People think I'm insane Because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things But nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose