Multinational Corporations piosenki

Advertisement overdose. Watching TV comatose. Surf Excel, Lipton Tea. But what the fuck is there for me? All this shit is all the same. Singing, dancing, all the day. Clog my brain with your ads. Clog my brain with your fads. Yaar bhenchod TV band karo yaar (m...

Loadshedding. Illiteracy. Shortages. Terrorism. Government solution? Endless patriotism? Fuck your patriotism. A broken record won't heal broken homes. World's biggest flag? Shove it up your ass. Fuck your patriotism. 

Assassins in the name of god. Killing for sharia law. Jamat-al-Maut (congregation of death). Chalo saath (let's go). In gashti ke bacho ne sab ko kitna maara hai (these sons of whores have killed so many). Ab in madarchodo ki bari hai (now it's their turn). Li...

Walking down the street with a chip on my shoulder. Getting more pissed as I get all older. Don't you tell me what to do. I don't even care. Don't you tell me what to do. Lund pe charh (sit on my dick). 

Sleepily marching to our graves. Stumbling, we drone on in rhythm with the artificial noise of contemporary life. Glass and cement replaces sticks and stones. Bones will break as thousands are displaced. Capitalist barbarism. Totalitarian existentialism. Penni...

Straight to your face You're a fucking hypocrite Feed us your lies Well you're full of shit Blood of the peope Smeared on your face Joke of a leader You're a fucking disgrace To the people of this nation Educate yourselves Whatever race or religion...

Years have gone by, nothing seems to change. Locked up in this cage while our spirits, they rage. Face to face with fate, intoxicated on hate. Time to break free, time to take control? No angel, no god. No messenger, no khalifa. Only ourselves lest we turn to...

A mass heap of blabbering fools chasing after a fucking rupee. Confine your life to a box, work for a status until you rot. Our souls are chained. Our life's a joke. A material existence impossible to discard. A desire for something more than adherence to idea...

The ghost of Marx lingers on in the hearts of the rich and affluent. Bourgeois guilt extends influence. Nothing to gain, everything to lose. False heirs to the workers struggle. Yet we fall into that trap time and time again. Zameendaro mein bharosa kabhi nahi...