No justice here, no liberty
No reason, no blame
There’s no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood
And greetings from the nation
As we shake the hands of time
They’re taking their ovations
The vultures stay behind
In the colosseum, in the colosseum
In the colosseum tonight
Tom Waits, In the Colosseum
#498
#486
We try to shape up, my sister, it’s war
We must build a better future, it’s war
We fight for our parents, understand, it’s war
We don’t want our children to sweat blood, so it’s war
We didn’t wish it but it’s war
Mafia K’1 Fry, Guerre
#435
Tears on the mausoleum floor,
blood stains the Colosseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest,
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Kayne West ft.. Frank Ocean & Jay-Z, No Church in the Wild
#400
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
The Clash, Guns of Brixton
#386
There is a war going on for your mind
If you are thinking you are winning
Flobots, We Are Winning
#314
Without justice, without peace
Just a dream become a beast
Daniel Kahn & The Painted Bird, Dumai
#290
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and class less and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
John Lennon, Working Class Hero