(What we've got here is failure to communicate
Some men you just can't reach
So you get what we had here last week
Which is the way he wants it, well, he gets it
I don't like it any more than you, man)
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands, time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
Did you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said peace could last forever?
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fighting
For their promised land
And I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
You're power hungry, sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store, ain't that fresh?
I don't need your civil war
No, no, no, no, no
Look at the shoes you're filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't wanna hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
Still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars
Of our civil wars
(We practice selective annihilation
Of mayors and government officials
For example, to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer)
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
You're power hungry, sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store, ain't that fresh?
And I don't need your civil war
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
You're power hungry, sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store, ain't that fresh?
I don't need your civil war
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, oh no, oh no
I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war
No, no, no, no, oh no, oh no
#22#17 Hubo una propuesta para que es pesasen todos los dias durante una semana, y que el medio tenia que cumplir y se permitia un numero de excesos en el conjunto.
#1 El fentanilo no tiene sentido donde haya heroína accesible.
Quiero vender a los yonkis
-Prohibicion: es mas facil y discreto pasar unos gramos de fentanilo que unos kilos de heroina, y despues cortarlo
-Legal: llamo a un productor (el opio se puede cultivar en España sin dificultad, aparte de la poli) y me trae la que pueda pagar.
Tendría que haber mucha diferencia de precio, para que se la jueguen de esa manera.
El texto calcula que en este periodo ha habido entre 2.900 y 3.200 curas pederastas (el 2% del clero a lo largo de estos 70 años)
Sabiendo que los inmigrantes rondan el 11% de la poblacion de españa, 47m*0.11*0.02, serian algo mas de 100000 si fuesen igual de delincuentes que los curas.
El 0,5 tenia una razón, es aproximadamente el nivel que dobla las posibilidades de accidente.
Porque 0,2 y no 0,3? Les gusta mas el 2 que el 3?
En vez de bajarlo para todos, no seria más lógico y justo niveles por colectivos: si eres viejo, como pierdes reflejos con alcohol menos te quedan, asi q te bajamos el nivel...
#11 dagda 