Flux of Pink Indians
song for them
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The wind blows, the baby cries
People die, their deaths are untold
Land is desolate, nothing here grows
People living, for the sight of a food bowl
Trapped in an existence, it's hard to think
Such people really exist, hard to believe
Their plight is accepted
When money so wasted could be redirected
They're not some race that don't feel pain
Stravation is something you don't become immune to
- Album:
- Strive to Survive Causing Least Suffering Possible
- Strive to Survive Causing Least Suffering Possible
- Fits and Starts
- Wargasm
- Not So Brave
- Strive to Survive / Neu Smell
- Bullshit Comp, Volume 1
- Live Statement
- Anti-State: Anarcho-Punk Compilation, Volume 2
- The Fucking Cunts Treat Us Like Pricks
- The Fucking Cunts Treat Us Like Pricks / Taking a Liberty
- No Good Turn Goes Unpunished
- New Criminals, Volume 1
- This is the A.L.F.
- Neu Smell
- And You Call This Civilization?
- Strive to Survive
- The Electronic Tribute To Depeche Mode