Best Protest/Political Songs

[peewee's lovechild]

B.y.o.b. - System Of A Down

[peewee's lovechild]

B.y.o.b. - System Of A Down


You!

Why do they always send the poor


Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spankin' deals


Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth


Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine


Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions


Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth


Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine


Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine


Blast off
It's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation


Blast off
It's party time
And where the are you?


Where the are you?
Where the are you?


Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?


Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?


Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?


Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions


Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth


Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine


Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun


Where the are you?
Where the are you?


Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?


Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?


Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they alwyas send the poor?

They always send the poor
They always send the poor

[Spurminator]

Spearhead - Oh My God

Slam bam I come unseen
but like gasoline you can tell I'm in the tank
like money in the bank
I smell appealing, but I'm toxic, can send ya reeling
without an inklin', keep ya thinkin'
'cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead
ed you up in the head, but still they sayin' nothin's wrong
sellin' firewater but outlawing the bong
still believing the system is workin'
while half of my people are still outta workin'
anonymous notes left in the pockets and coats
of judges and juries from 'Frisco to Jersey
threats and protests politicians mob debts
trumped up charges and phoney arrests
stage a lethal injection, the night before the election
'cause he got donations from the prison guard's union

Oh-my, oh-my God!
in my mind they got us livin' suicide
singin' oh-my, oh-my God!
in my mind they got us livin' genocide
oh my my...

Listen in to my stethoscope on a rope
internal lullabies, human cries
thumps and silence, the language of violence
algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic
you can make a life longer, but you can't save it
you can make a clone an then you try to enslave it?
stealin' DNA samples from the onborn
and then you comin' after us
'cause we sampled a James Brown horn?
scientists who's God is progress
a four-headed sheep is their latest project
the CIA runnin' like that Jones from Indiana
but they still won't talk about that Jones in Guyana
This ain't no cartoon
no one slips on bananas
do you really think that that car killed Diana
I shot Ronald Reagan, I shot JFK,
I slept with Marilyn she sung me happy birthday
singin'

Oh-my, oh-my God!
in my mind they got us livin' suicide
singin' oh-my, oh-my God!
in my mind they got us livin' genocide
oh my my...

Well politicians got lipstick on the collar
the whole media started to holler
but I don't give a who they screwin' in private
I wanna know who they screwin' in public
robbin', cheatin', stealin'
white collar criminal
McDonald eatin', you deserve a beatin'
send you home a weepin', with a fat bill for your
Caribbean weekend
for just about anything they can bust us
false advertising sayin' "halls of Justice''
you tellin' the youth don't be so violent
then you drop bombs on every single continent
mandatory minimum sentencin'
'cause he got caught with a pocket fulla medicine
do that again another ten up in the pen
I feel so mad I wanna bomb an ins ution
singin'

Oh-my, oh-my God!
in my mind they got us livin' suicide
singin' oh-my, oh-my God!
in my mind they got us livin' genocide
oh my my

[Soul_Patch]

I was going to say the police...but s y beat me too it.....by 3 years....

[MannyIsGod]

Dude, old bump.

[Viva Las Espuelas]

Banana Boat Song - Harry Belafonte

[Spurminator]

Dude, old bump.

Yeah, I just heard that song and was looking for a good thread for the lyrics... I was actually looking for a hip hop lyrcis thread or something but yours came up first.

[DarkReign]

Marvin Gaye - Whats Goin On?

[DarkReign]

Marvin Gaye "What's Goin' On?" and "Mercy Mercy Me"

whoops..

[Thunder Dan]

Neil Young- Rockin in the Free World

[mrsmaalox]

The Police--Spirits in a Material World
Bob Marley--Jamming
and of course, The Youngbloods---Get Together

[Viva Las Espuelas]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DWoJBHibhM

[Herschel Walker]

If you ever play a church gig you gotta go with "Miracle Man"


I'm looking for a miracle man
who tells me no lies
I'm looking for a miracle man
who's not in disguise
...

[marini martini]

"For What it's Worth" Buffalo Springfield

[Twisted_Dawg]

Here is one by a cat that used to play around here long ago:

Shawn Phillips
"I took a walk"

I took a walk through the fields of America
I'll tell you what I saw in the middle of the garbage and erotica
I saw a man in pain crying to be free
Children in the rain, yelling out their glee
Well, singers on the plain, fused in harmony

Hey, Oh America, they want to love you, please be true to thee
Oh America, they want to love you, please be true to thee

People I have seen in the streets and communities
Running in a mortal fear of the violence and its companies
I saw a man in hand flying to the moon
Well, a rich man of the lands dying all too soon
I say people in the bands you really ought to learn this tune

Hey, Oh America, they want to love you, please be true to thee
Oh America, they want to love you, please be true to thee

I took a walk through the fields of America
I'll tell you what I saw, I saw a murder in a place called Attica
I saw a man called power who said you've got to fit my vision
I saw a man called law said if you don't I'm going to put you in the prison
I saw a man called peace who was shaking with the laughter of derision

Hey, Oh America, they want to love you, please be true to thee
Oh America, they're gonna to love you, please be true to thee
Oh America, they're gonna to love you, please be true to thee

I took a walk through the fields of America
I'll tell you what I saw
I saw the blizzards and the tropics
I saw mountain streams running free and clear, Lord
Creatures of my dreams so beautiful I shed my tears
You great and wondrous land
I wonder why you cannot hear me now

Hey, Oh America, they want to love you, please be true to thee
Oh America, they want to love you, please be true to thee
Oh America, they want to love you, please be true to thee
Oh America

America, America, America, America, America
America, America, America, America, America
America, America, America, America, America

[BigZak]

Freebird!

[ALVAREZ6]

War Pigs by Black Sabbath


Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to poor

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'til their judgement day comes
Yeah!

Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pig's crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
All right now!

[ALVAREZ6]

land of confusion!

I love this song, the cover by disturbed.

[ShoogarBear]

whoops..

That's okay. I just realized somebody had beat me to Marvin in the 2005 posts.

[bendmz]

let us not forget that le song from the "BLOCKBUSTER" movie BILLY JACK;

ONE TIN SOLDIER.....

[LocosPorJuana]

john lennon- imagine

Laura pausini- donde el aire es ceniza

wyclef- if i was president

[cherylsteele]

The Charlie Daniels Band:
In America
Still In Saigon
American Farmer
M.I.A.
America, I Believe in You
This Ain't No Rag, It's A Flag
Simple Man

[Mr. Peabody]

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitc , General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

[Mr. Peabody]

Best Ad-Libbed Political/Protest Song

[marini martini]

Oh yea! You try singing those words with no upper teeth!