Dead to Rights

by The Kalashnikovs

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released October 5, 2012

Joe - Lead Vocals and Guitar
Baker - Vocals and Bass
Bunny - Drums

Recorded and mastered by Andy Toth
@ The Disc, Eastpointe, MI
Winter 2011/2012

Cover art by Thomas Beste

All songs written by The Kalashnikovs
do not use without unwritten permission, except for the purpose of interpretive dance and/or incitation of riot.

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Political punk/hardcore from Metro-Detroit featuring ex-members of ex-bands.

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Track Name: Indigenous vs. Them
you motherfucker
you fucking fascist
millions of foreclosures
you line your pockets with blood

we’ve got the fuckin’ numbers
so we don’t need your guns
with nothing for ourselves
and everything for every-fucking-one

our word is our weapon
open up your ears
our word is our weapon
the battle starts right here

and we don’t pledge allegiance
to that grand ole rag
that emits oppression
from San Juan to Afghanistan

chorus

we don’t need a pardon
we just want what’s ours
we don’t want a pardon
we’ll just take what’s ours
expropriate it
don’t try and stop us
don’t dare mistake it
Detroit - Chiapas

our demands are simple
fuck your supplied demand
and our threats our truthful
your lies are the fucking contraband

chorus
Track Name: Nineteen Eighty-Fear
buy as much as you can
gotta have more shit than me
difference between owner and owned
same as brainwashed and free

American-sume yourself
American, fucking consume yourself

use up all that you will
don’t even worry ’bout the waste
if you wanna picture the future
imagine a boot forever stomping on a human face

chorus

what’s the year?
nineteen eighty-fear

this is a nation of whores
coppin’ the American fix
the empire feeds off of you
and leaves the taste of lies on your fucking lips

chorus
Track Name: Paleface
I heard your racist joke
and I hope you fucking choke
I should’ve slit your throat
before you even fucking spoke
why would I tolerate
any of your racial hate?
it makes me so irate
I gotta fucking set you straight

my pale skin
don’t mean we’re fucking kin
all that you assume
makes an asshole out of you

don’t need your bigotry
idiocy loves company
your white identity
don’t mean a fucking thing to me
and just like Fat Mike
don’t you call me white
inside we’re not alike
so get the fuck out of my sight

there is no race
except for human
there’s just one race
that is human
stupid fuckface
you’re not included

fuck your racist worldview
fuck you, paleface, fuck you
fuck your racist worldview
fuck you, paleface, fuck you
Track Name: Song for the People
I’m jumpin’ ship with all the rats
this ship is sinking, sinking so fast
free markets do not equal
free minds, free the people.

fuck el presidente
viva, viva la gente

there’s struggle down in the streets
there’s trouble up in the cheap seats
fill the bottle with kerosene
light the fuse and then we scream

fuck el presidente
viva, viva la gente

at the White House
courthouse
whorehouse
it’s all the same
at the White House
crackhouse
madhouse
it’s all the same
at the White House
courthouse
whorehouse
it’s all the same.
White House
crackhouse
it’s a madhouse
it’s all the same
just the names
have been changed
to protect the swine

one, two
fuck you, die
you fucking pig
we know
what you did

I’m jumpin’ ship with all the rats
this ship is sinking, sinking so fast
a failed state lies in state
like rottin’ fuckin’ Reagan, it smells great
no

fuck el presidente
viva, viva la gente
Track Name: Null and Void
I can’t take no fucking more
they kill the weak, they kill the poor
I’ve seen it all on TV
their attempt to nullify me

I’m incensed
I’m insensible
I’m incensed
at nothing at all

now it’s great cuz I don’t care
remove that weight called “I’m aware”
baby limbs fall from the sky
that’s cool, bro, it’s dry inside

I’m incensed
I’m insensible
I’m incensed
with nothing at all

can’t get blood from a stone
but you know they’re sure to try
I got no heart left at all
and I’m fucking petrified
there ain’t no mineral
in the blood that’s in these veins
but there’s gravel in my gut
where all the shit is made
can’t get blood from a stone
so don’t you fucking try it
you can’t get blood
you can’t get blood from a stone
Track Name: Insurrection Day
I’m gonna tell you something
better fucking listen
I’m gonna tell you something
hey man fucking listen
don’t you tune me out
gonna tell you what it’s all about
I’m gonna tell you something
you’d better fucking listen

don’t you fucking snore
wake up motherfucker it’s time for class war
don’t you be a bore
wake up son it’s time for class war
don’t you fucking snore
wake up motherfucker it’s time for class war
don’t you ever ignore
wake up wake up it’s time for class war

you are all the system
you are not the system
you can’t fix the system
you must break the system down

I’m gonna tell you something
better fucking listen
I’m gonna tell you something
you’d better fucking listen
hey man I know it’s urgent
we are all insurgent
I’m gonna tell you something
you’d better fucking listen

chorus

I’m so sick of elections
let’s have an insurrection.

gonna have a fuckin’ party
gonna have a big red party
gonna have a fuckin’ party
gonna have a big red party

you are both machine and the monkeywrench
Track Name: Drop the Hammer
we’re getting fucked by the man
tryin’ to do the best we can
to reverse this disaster plan
take back our will and our fucking lives
they’ve got us by the fucking throat
soon we’ll have them by the scrote
forget about your useless vote
and grind those gears down to a fucking halt!

what makes them think they run the world
just cuz they got the money and the guns?
what makes them think they run the world?
a general strike would show those fucking cunts

did you have a sub-prime loan?
an underpass is now your new home
have you tried the Superdome?
pull on those bootstraps just a little harder
because you sow what you’ll reap
or so say the faithful sheep
their castle and their fucking keep
have enough bricks to fill our idle hands

chorus

drop the hammer, pick up a brick
drop the hammer, pick up a brick
drop the fucking hammer, throw a fucking brick
drop the fucking hammer, throw a fucking brick

they’ve got dollar signs for eyes
and soon we’ll rake them fucking blind
searching forever to find
whatever happened to their precious profit margins
and we gotta unify
and the message amplify
the end is surely fucking nigh
we gotta burn
burn those bastards out

chorus

what makes them think they run the fucking world?
Track Name: Foxhole Atheism
the love of god and country
has got me in this fucking mess
this unholy occupation
has made me an atheist
they say there’s none of us in foxholes
have they ever really checked?
cuz I’ve seen all kinds of hell
and your bullshit I reject

there ain’t no god in a foxhole
there ain’t no god in a warzone
there ain’t no god in the death toll
there ain’t no god in a foxhole
no way

the land of jihad and humvees
where would-be martyrs kill GIs
do they really hate our freedom?
or just being occupied?
for oil, greed, and for profits
the war machine it murders thousands
if it’s really god’s plan
well, maybe he should fucking count them

chorus

is it the Bible or Koran recital?
why do we fight?
separate church and hate

chorus
Track Name: Chairman Now
Sinatra’s back, yeah he’s back from the dead
got a little black book and another one that’s red
he’s gonna make some change, he’s gonna make some noise
he’s gonna fuck your face with the wingtip of his choice

you will kow-tow
to the new chairman now

revolution’s crashin’ just like a summer wind
Sammy Davis Jr. looks just like Ho Chi Minh
he smokes those squares in the Tiananmen style
while Frank will fight a tank, and he’ll fight the rank and file

chorus

got a new chairman now
he’s gonna show you how
get down on your knees
you better fuckin’ learn Chinese

chorus

you will
Track Name: Double Occupancy
two bodies to a drawer
open up we got some more
two bodies to a drawer
open up we got some more
Hamas is everywhere
disguised as little children
you’ve got to root them out
so just increase the killing
and don’t pay no mind
to the global outcry
you’re god’s chosen few
“Zion!” is the war-cry

you
laughing all the way
from Gaza to the Bank
in U.S. funded tanks
stop the madness

two bodies to a drawer
open up we got some more
two bodies to a drawer
open up we got some more
a nation built on misery
it now metes it out
dogs dine on infants
and phosphorous abounds
and the IDF
should be wearing fucking jackboots
cuz it’s genocide
just like nineteen forty—
two

you’re laughing all the way
from Gaza to the Bank
in U.S. funded tanks
stop the madness

two bodies to a drawer
two thousand in the morgue
Track Name: Thiefdom
welcome to homeland
fall of the Rome-land
Nero is playing
no point in staying

torture’s a cash cow
Gitmo’s a joke now
five in the hoosegow
Castro was worse how?

economy’s hit man
you’re in the shit when
they send in the jackals
Third World’s in shackles

my country ’tis of thieves
bullshit democracy
my country ’tis of thieves
the export is misery

so this is progress??
looks like an abscess
stench of the congress
the dollar is worthless

corporate giants
demand compliance
don’t fucking give it
show them defiance

blood in the money
capitalists running
our time is coming
to make them eat nothing

chorus

what good’s your gold when the bombs explode?
what good’s your gold? what good’s your gold?
what good’s your gold when the bombs explode?
what good’s your fucking gold?

you call it “freedom”
it’s just a “thiefdom”
we were dead anyway
just let the bombs rain
down
Track Name: Pipebomb Positive
bring it back
bring it back
bring it back
that old school positive

this song’s a pipe bomb
a fucking pipe bomb

do you remember having PMA?
I got a secret man, it never went away
it’s in our hearts and our fucking DNA
live for the now, like we did back in the day
and…

chorus

this song’s a pipe bomb
a fucking pipe bomb

we won’t wait around another fucking minute
you want the world, well you’d better go and get it
don’t choose the path of those who didn’t
some lose the faith, well I say “good riddance”

chorus

we are the one’s we’ve been waiting for
the fucking cavalry
arm in arm, towards a new age of hardcore
cuz we’re all family
together we can make this place explode
like a pipe bomb
we got one chance, that’s all, so here we go
here’s our fight song
young forever, punks forevermore
put up, shut up, or go home

do you remember when you were first punk?
you were just sixteen, on your first drunk
you say you’re too old now, I say that’s just junk
we gotta finish this so get the fuck up

chorus
put up, shut up, or go home
Track Name: This American Lie
our boys die abroad
for our dumb fucking gods
whose name is banking fraud
hail Great Satan
so freedom isn’t free?
don’t you bullshit me
I won’t pay that fee
I’m no patriot

when will you wake up?
realize you’re fucked
blind faith is a must
under guard we rust

protect all property
discard humanity
we’re just commodities
so fuck our liberty
that statue’s just a whore
we are nothing more

you’ve got a nice pine box
designed by Betsy Ross
some say a noble loss
I call it a disgrace
defend our way of life
ensure a low gas price
and for their sacrifice
this amputee-shirt

when will you wake up?
realize you’re fucked
blind faith is a must
under guard we rust

protect all property
discard humanity
we’re just commodities
so fuck our liberty
at least we die
we die American
at least we die
we die American
at least we fucking die
for a fucking lie

life, liberty, lies

give me liberty or give me meth
give me liberty or give me meth
give me liberty or fucking meth

at least we die
we die American

the lie American
one big fucking lie
lies, lies, lies, lies

rip it up