Warning - Punk Songs (karaoke)

Confessions

I’d rather die cold

Than stand by your fires and be warmed by a lie

Warmed by a lie

I watch you put your hand inside a leader’s hand

You bring out what hatred promises

And the comfort is a parasite

See the comfort is a parasite

And I’d rather die young

Than grow old knowing I let you sicken this world

How can we justify this idea of race

When hatred and culture wear the same face

Justify this idea of race

No, no, no, no, no

Warning

Sell no fear

Put love within one body

One blood, one skin

Sell no fear

Put love within one body

One blood, one skin

This is a warning to the Nazi boy

And it’s a warning to a Nazi boy

Calling you out you are a Nazi boy

Whatever clothes you may hide

Clothes of the government

Clothes of the preacher man

Government

Clothes of the preacher man

Government

Clothes of the preacher man

Whatever clothes you may hide

Hide

Send this warning

And it’s a warning to a Nazi boy

And it’s a warning to a Nazi boy

Calling you out you are a Nazi boy

Whatever clothes you may hide

Clothes of the government

Clothes of the preacher man

Government

Clothes of the preacher man

Government

Clothes of the preacher man

Whatever clothes you may hide

How can we justify this idea of race

When hatred and culture wear the same face

Justify this idea of race

No, no, no, no, no

Warning

Send this warning