deckwreck

Vote, fuckers.













I mean it. Fuck those bastards. Send 'em back to the pit they crawled out of. Or don't. Either way, take a half hour out of your day and go to the polls.


We're all president, we're all congressmen,
we're all cops in waiting,
we are the workers of the world.
There is the elite and the dispossessed.
And it's only about survival,
who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth,
and reach an obscure kind of perfection.
Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this
as possible.
Let's try not to remember any names.
We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision. United we'll make them remember our history.
Or how we'd like to be told.

And we rock because it's us against them, we've found our reasons to sing.