Effects+of+War

=“Mosh” -Eminem = = = media type="custom" key="8720352"

 I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America  And to the Republic for which it stands  One nation under God  Indivisible with liberty and justice for all...  It feels so good to be back..

 I scrutinize every word, memorize every line  I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind  I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind  I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time  It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as  I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass  If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask  A father who has grown up with a fatherless past  Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Of his career typical manure moving past that <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> //[Chorus:]// <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Carry on, give me hope, give me strength <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Come with me and I won't steer you wrong <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> To the light at the end of the tunnel <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Take us right through the doors (c'mon)

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> All the people up top on the side and the middle <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Just let it gradually build from the front to the back <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon)

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> //[Chorus]//

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Mosh pits outside the oval office <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Someone's tryina tell us something, <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Maybe this is God just sayin' we're responsible <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> For this monster, this coward, <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> That we have empowered <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin' <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Now this is our final hour <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six... <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Let the president answer a higher anarchy <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Let him impress daddy that way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Look in his eyes its all lies <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> If I get sniped tonight you know why, <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Cause I told you to fight.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> //[Chorus]//

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And as we proceed, <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> To Mosh through this desert storm, <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> In these closing statements, if they should argue <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Let us beg to differ <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> As we set aside our differences

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And assemble our own army <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> That we call our President, for the present <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> And Mosh for the future of our next generation <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> To speak and be heard <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Mr. President, Mr. Senator <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; line-height: normal;"> Do you guy's hear us...hear us...//[laughing]// (Hailie)

<span style="background-color: #000000; color: #cc0000; display: block; font-size: 36pt; font-style: normal; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">**“BYOB” System Of A Down”**



media type="custom" key="8720610" WHY THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?

Barbarisms by Barbaras, With pointed heels. Victorious, victorieas, kneel. For brand new spankin deals Marching forward hypocritic and hypnotic computers.` You depend on our protection, Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.

Lalalalala...ouu...

Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

kneeling roses disappearing, into Moses’ dry mouth, breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions, Hangars sitting dripped in oil, Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion, Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.

Lalalalala...ouu...

Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, its Party time, And we don't live in a facist nation Blast off, its party time, And where the fuck are you?

Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you?

Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?

Kneeling roses disappearing, into Moses’ dry mouth, breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions, Hangars sitting dripped in oil, Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion, Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.

Lalalalala...ouu...

Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun... Where the fuck are you! Where the fuck are you!

Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don’t presidents fight the war?

Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why, do, they always send the poor? Why, do, they always send the poor? Why, do, they always send the poor? They always send the poor They always send the poor

<span style="background-color: #000000; color: #f01a1a; font-size: 37pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">”Aces High” -Iron Maiden



media type="custom" key="8787958" There goes the siren that warns of the air raid, Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak. Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne, Got to get up for the coming attack.

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines, Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste. Gathering speed as we head down the runway, Got to get airborne before it's too late.

Running, scrambling, fire, Rolling, turning, diving, going in again. Running, scrambling, fire, Rolling, turning, diving, Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die. Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high!

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers, Let off a sharp burst and then turn away. Roll over, spin round to come in behind them, Move to their blindsides and firing again.

Bandits at 8 O'clock move in behind us, Ten ME-109's out of the sun. and turning our spitfires to face them, Heading straight for them I press down my guns.

Rolling, turning, diving, Rolling, turning, diving, going in again. Rolling, turning, diving, Rolling, turning, diving, Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die. Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high!!

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> **OK Go - “Do What You Want”**

media type="custom" key="8788034" So you were born in an electrical storm took a bite out the sun saw your future in a machine built for two now your rays, make me kind of go crazy, shocked and awe and amaze me just a ticker tape parade and me but something was wrong till you tap danced on the air in the night screaming at the top of your lungs, you said Come on, come on Do what you want What could go wrong? Oh come on come on come on, come on, do what you want Oh come on come on What could go wrong? Do do do do what you want Come on

Me, I was raised amin the trickle down days I woke up numb in the haze and saw my future in a machine built for two but the light gave me some kind of fright, how did wrong get so right, and lead me stumbling through the dark of night, Oh, something was wrong, but you tap danced on the air in the night screaming at the top of your lungs, you said Come on, come on Do what you want What could go wrong? Oh come on come on come on, come on, do what you want Oh come on come on What could go wrong? Do do do do what you want Come on D-d-d-do what you want! D-d-d-do what you want! Hey! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon... (keeps on repeating) D-d-d-do what you want, yeah! D-d-d-do what you want, yeah! Do what you want! Do what you want!

D-do what you want! D-do what you want! D-do what you want! D-do what you want! D-c'mon! C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! D-d-d-d-d-d-d-do what you want! .. Yeah!

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Boom!” -System Of A Down

media type="youtube" key="bE2r7r7VVic" height="390" width="480" I've been walking through your streets Where all your moneys are earned Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake-lawn houses Housing all your fears Desensitized by TV Overbearing advertising God of consumerism And all your crooked pictures looking good Mirrorism, filtering information for the public eye Designed for profiteering Your neighbor, what a guy.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born-

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Modern globalization Coupled with condemnations Unnecessary death Matador corporations Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag Manufacturing consent is the name of the game The bottom line is money Nobody gives a FUCK Four thousand hungry children leave us per hour from starvation While billions are spent on bombs Creating death showers

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born-

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom!

Why must we kill our own kind?

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom!

Every time you drop the bomb. [BOOM!]