paroles de chanson Growing Concern - Agnostic Front
                                                Toppling, 
                                                smashing 
                                                -
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                statues 
                                                go 
                                                crashing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                ancient 
                                                ideals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                morals 
                                                we 
                                                question
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                them 
                                                to 
                                                testing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rules 
                                                broken 
                                                you 
                                                thought 
                                                were 
                                                of 
                                                steel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Scrupleless 
                                                children
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                number 
                                                in 
                                                millions
 
                                    
                                
                                                Won′t 
                                                stand 
                                                for 
                                                any 
                                                more 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                crummy 
                                                deals
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus:)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Growing 
                                                concern
 
                                    
                                
                                                Priests 
                                                are 
                                                just 
                                                rapists
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                worship 
                                                the 
                                                dollar
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                hardons 
                                                from 
                                                girls 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                altar
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                in 
                                                confession
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laugh 
                                                at 
                                                your 
                                                depression
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                pay 
                                                for 
                                                their
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sins 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                falter
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Teachers 
                                                who 
                                                profess
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                make 
                                                them 
                                                confess
 
                                    
                                
                                                They′ve 
                                                taught 
                                                us 
                                                not 
                                                wisdom, 
                                                but 
                                                lies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burning 
                                                their 
                                                textbooks 
                                                and 
                                                archaic 
                                                outlooks
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                society's 
                                                funeral 
                                                pyre
 
                                    
                                
                                                Senators 
                                                gain 
                                                weight 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                poor 
                                                deflate
 
                                    
                                
                                                Starve 
-                                                as 
                                                they 
                                                vote 
                                                themselves 
                                                raises
 
                                    
                                
                                                Finger 
                                                on 
                                                button, 
                                                    a 
                                                nuclear 
                                                glutton
 
                                    
                                
                                                Governing 
                                                rats 
                                                caught 
                                                in 
                                                mazes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Parents 
                                                who 
                                                have 
                                                raised 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                not 
                                                taught 
                                                but 
                                                crazed 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Priests 
                                                who 
                                                confessed 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                not 
                                                cured 
                                                but 
                                                depressed 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                turn 
                                                and 
                                                ignore 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                head 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can′t 
                                                take 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
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