Sunday, December 26, 2004

You Gotta Stand for Somethin'

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Music & Lyrics by Patrick Anderson
Soldiers screamin' 'cross the desert
Planes are crashin’, lights are flashin’
People dyin’, children cryin’
Heroes charging through the smoke
God in heaven we invoke
Soldiers screamin’ ‘cross the desert
Facing dangers, freeing strangers
Do they even want the freedom?
Sons & daughters packed in boxes


How to keep it, how to use it
Why it matters, why you choose it
Are we even right to give it
Can they ever hope to live it
Sons and daughters packed in boxes
Save us from our paradoxes
Who will bless your sacrifice?

You got to stand for somethin’ if you wanna be free
You got to stand your ground, it’s not a mystery
You gotta stand
You gotta stand for somethin.’

Children Strapped with Ammunition
Children strapped with ammunition
Taught to seek the martyr’s mission?
Promised virgins so seductive
Could a god be so destructive?
Abraham is really freakin’
More Children Strapped with Ammunition


Yaweh, God & Allah shriekin’
Jesus and Mohammed speakin’...

(They're sayin:)

“This is not the way We meant it
Get it right or just forget it
Twisting words to bend their minds
Missing all the vital signs
No more jihad, no crusade
You got to terminate the hate
Do you think you’re goin’ to heaven?”

You got to stand for somethin’ when it’s out of control
You know you can’t get to heaven if you blow up your soul
You gotta stand
You gotta stand for somethin.’


Women with their faces wrapped
Hide within a world trapped
And dominated by the masters
Wailing o’er their sons’ disasters
Can you put the past behind you
Will you break the chains that bind you
Free your body, free your mind.

Bodies grind in rhythmic motion
Selling cars and suntan lotion
Inhibitions lost forever
As we crave each new endeavor
Youth and wealth and gettin’ laid
They’re the currencies we trade
Do you think we’re making progress?
Selling cars and suntan lotion


You got to stand for somethin’ now don’t you agree
You got to liberate some integrity
You gotta stand
You gotta stand for somethin.’
MTV Invades the Senses
Children watch the television
Captured without supervision
MTV exploits their senses
Peddling its sick intentions
Hide Behind the First Amendment


Hide behind the first amendment
Shape their minds for your enrichment
Mothers don’t you see what’s happening?

Fathers of our revolution
Did not die for this pollution
Entertain at any price
You desecrate their sacrifice
We’re pukin’ on your gross creation
In the name of free expression
Don’t forget to check your ratings.
Don't Forget to Check Your Ratings


You got to stand for somethin’ if you know what I mean
You gotta take control of your visual screen
You gotta stand
You gotta stand for somethin.’

Sons & Daughters Feed the Vulture

Sons and daughters feed the vulture
Of this drug infested culture
Take Your Poison Everyday


Go ahead, you’ll be OK
Take your poison everyday
Reality is just a show
It’s not a place you have to go
Can you find your own reflection?

Will you let this misdirection
Drag you through its dark depression
Suck you in and spit you out?
Leave you Hopeless Full of Doubt


Leave you hopeless, full of doubt
Can you fight it on your own
Or will the vulture pick your bones
Reality will set you free.

You got to stand for somethin’ if you want to be free
You got to clear your mind
You got to disagree
You got to stand
You got to stand for something.’

Confederate Flag
Sons of Dixie free your soul
Africa is not your foe
Lose the hatred, calm the rage
Confederate Battle


Teach yourself to disengage
Fold your flag and seek the truth
The Stars and Bars confine your youth
Ain’t you heard the war is over?

Damn the slavers’ vile transgression
Praise the freedom from oppression
Bring the children to the table
Teach the Children


Reach them, teach them, lose the label
Don’t accept the masters’ dole
Shed the chains and take control
Everybody get to work now.

You got to stand for somethin’ if you wanna be free
You got to break the yoke of dependency
You got to stand
You got to stand for something.’
Fire & Brimstone
Hurry, hurry step this way
You’re headed for the judgment day
Watch that Snake!


You must have sinned while in the womb
It’s in the book, there is no room
To deviate from what we’ve written
Watch that snake, you might get bitten
Write a check, we’re trying to save you.

Do you think that God’s so stupid
Leave Him Out


Wreck your soul before you use it
Man extracts a wicked toll
By using God for mind control.
And do you think He gives a damn
Not His Battle


Who occupies the Promised Land?
Leave Him out, it’s not His battle

You’ve got to stand for somethin’if you wanna be free
You gotta be in charge of your eternity
You got to stand
You got to stand for something.’

fetus sucking thumb
Anti-lifer, get your thrill?
Feet of Fetus


Even though you missed your pill.
What gives you the bloody right
To give and take a life tonight?
Make some more you fetus hater.
You can always kill ‘em later.
Can’t you hear your baby screaming?

Doctor let us make a note
Of your hypocritic oath.
How can you deliver death
Just before life takes a breath?
Discover, Visa, Mastercard.
You hold them all in high regard.
Get a job you baby killer!
Doctor DeathDiscoverVISAMastercard
You’ve got to stand for somethin’ when there’s somethin’ to say
You gotta live with yourself at the end of the day
You got to stand
You got to stand for somethin.’

Copyright 2004 Patrick Anderson
All Rights Reserved.

Other blogspots by Patrick Anderson:

Patrick Anderson, a general blogspot for discussing all sorts of social, political and current event issues. Comments welcome.

Silent Pride, a song blog lamenting the displacement of Native Americans by the European quest for territory and dominance. Comments welcome.

Soldier, Soldier--A Tribute, a song blog paying tribute to the men and women of the armed forces who lay their lives on the line in defense of freedom. Comments welcome.

Joe Creator, a song blog asking questions about God, organized religion, the Bible and related issues. Comments welcome.

Obediah's Promise, a song blog about a wandering dreamer filled with imagery about love, loneliness, and pain. Comments welcome.