Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from building weapons
For the wars they wage
First killing with their missiles and later with their waste
Buried in the soil or dumped in the sea
Later seeped out poisoning you and me!
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cares nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from logging old growth for it's lumber
What happened next? Did you ever wonder?
Fallow land, erosion, mudslides in their wake
Or maybe a new road or shopping mall in it's place
Corporate giant so far removed,
Thinking you'll never breathe the fumes...
or maybe you'll simply "reproduce"
Clean air and water for us to use...
Will you sell it to the masses and be sure to make it scarce?
Watching us fight for a breath of air?
Right now you may live upstream,
But one day you will finally see
That everything you'll ever do
Eventually all comes back to you...
The winds will change and they always do,
And not even your money can save you.
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from the killing animals in factory farms
To maximize profit with no regard to the harm
They cause to our health, the animals and the earth
Just churching our birth and death like clockwork
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from tobacco that poison our lungs
Using harmful pesticides just to save a buck
Carcinogens and chemicals keep people addicted
Polluting the soil and all that grows in it!
Cancer is the death sentence
Handed down to us by those who did not care,
Whose waste seeped into our soil, water, and air.
Now we must attempted to clean up the mess.
Why must we pay for their ignorance and negligence?
They have made money at the expense of generation to come,
And now our children must pay the price
For all the damage we have done.
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I needed this to stream. own this on vinyl on a few colors. if you were pu k in the 90s, you owned this album or you weren't a real punk. mywifeisgoingtokillme
Scratchy DIY punk from Philadelphia with an impeccable list of inspirations. Think Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, This Heat, and Chronophage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2023
Brutal dark punk from the excellent New York group Pawns fuses razorlike riffs with pitch-black vocals to chilling effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 24, 2017