Music with a leftist message

Fuck the politically minded, here's something I want to say,
About the state of nation, the way it treats us today.
At school they give you shit, drop you in the pit,
You try, you try, you try to get out, but you can't because they've fucked you about. Then you're a prime example of how they must not be,
This is just a sample of what they've done to you and me.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they fucking do.

Don't want me anymore, cos I threw it on the floor.
Used to call me sweet thing, I'm nobody's plaything,
And now that I am different, you'd love to bust my head,
You'd love to see me cop-out, love to see me dead.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they fucking do.

The living that is owed to me I'm never going to get,
They've buggered this old world up, up to their necks in debt.
They'd give you a lobotomy for something you ain't done,
They'll make you an epitomy of everything that's wrong.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they fucking do.

Don't take any notice of what the public think,
They're so hyped up with T.V., they just don't want to think.
They'll use you as a target for demands and for advice,
When you don't want to hear it they'll say you're full of vice.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they fucking do.

"Yet our best trained, best educated, best equipped, best prepared troops refuse to fight. As a matter of fact, it's safe to say that they would rather switch than fight."

1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hitting your heart cause I know you got soul
(Brothers and sisters, hey)
Listen if you're missing y'all
Swinging while I'm singin'
Giving whatcha gettin'
Knowing what I knowin'
While the Black band's sweating
And the rhythm rhymes rolling
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom of death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power

Fight the power
We've got to fight the powers that be

As the rhythm's designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhyme's
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you've realized the pride's arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make ya tough
From the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothing's strange
People, people we are the same
No we're not the same
'Cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved let's get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
To make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power

Fight the power
We've got to fight the powers that be

Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Motherfuck him and John Wayne
'Cause I'm Black and I'm proud
I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check
Don't worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
(Get it) let's get this party started right
Right on, c'mon
What we got to say
Power to the people no delay
Make everybody see
In order to fight the powers that be

Fight the power
We've got to fight the powers that be

There really is nothing nice about U.S.A.
You go to the hospital, you have to pay
The dollar is the language that they all speak
They don't really bother about radiation leak

Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S.A.

They keep their secrets undercover
The rich don't bother about those that suffer
This ain't land of milk and honey
'Cause all they want is money, money, money

Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S.A.

Nuclear bombs are fuck all new
You'd better start running when they drop on you
Run into a shelter, play hide-and-seek
'Cause when you die your body reeks

Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S.A.

There really is nothing nice about U.S.A.
You go to the hospital, you have to pay
The dollar is the language that they all speak
They don't really bother about the radiation leak

Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S. (U.S.A.)
Fuck the U.S.A., fuck the U.S.A.

Sons of US military in Germany, The Monks' anticonsumerism, anticapitalism, anticolonialism, antimilitarism/antiwar "Black Monk Time" punk polka anthem was recorded in 1965, released in 1966. Featured instrumentation includes electrified tenor banjo and Farfisa organ.

For how long do we tolerate
These fools drunk with power

Drunk with power, obsessed with death
Death and destruction drunk with power

A giant game of chess they play
With you and I
As the disposable pieces

Drunk with power, obsessed with death
Death and destruction drunk with power

For how long do we tolerate
These fools drunk with power

Drunk with power, obsessed with death
Death and destruction drunk with power

A giant game of chess they play
With you and I
As the disposable pieces

Drunk with power, obsessed with death
Death and destruction drunk with power

The song is a social satire[1][2][3] about the development of suburbia and associated conformist middle-class attitudes. It mocks suburban tract housing as "little boxes" of different colors "all made out of ticky-tacky" and which "all look just the same". "Ticky-tacky" is a reference to the shoddy material supposedly used in the construction of the houses.[4]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Boxes

Lyrics:

Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes all the same

There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same

And there's doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school

And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see

This is my neighborhood
This is where I come from
I call this place my home
You call this place a slum
You wanna run the people out
This is what you're all about
Treat poor people just like trash
Turn around and make big cash

Now you can tear a building down But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see

Last month there was a fire
I saw seven children die
You sent flowers to their families
But your sympathy's a lie
'Cause every building that you burn
Is more blood money that you earn
We are forced to relocate
From the pain that you create

Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see

We lived here for so many years
Now this house is full of fear
For a profit you will take control
Where will all the older people go?
There used to be when kids could play
Without the scourge of drug's decay
Now our kids are living dead
They crack and blow their lives away

Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see

You've got to fight
You've got to fight
You've got to fight
For your neighborhood

You've got to fight
For your neighbor

Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore when you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off!
Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off!

If you've come to fight, get outta here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
If you ape the cops, it ain't anarchy

Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off!
Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off!

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls

You still think swastikas look cool
The real Nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen, and cops
In a real Fourth Reich, you'll be the first to go

Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off!
Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off!

You'll be the first to go, you'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go unless you think!

Punk's not dead!

Say to me that punk is dead
I wish you more contempt
Don't like the music? Don't like the words?
You can all piss off, you're a bunch of turds

Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, oh no, it's not

We're all punks and we don't care
We're boot boys who dye our hair
Leather jackets, DM boots
Run about every night

Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, oh no, it's not

Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, oh no, it's not

We refuse to hear the lie
Have no fear till the day I die
Swearing at yooz who walk around
Don't like it? I'll hit you to the ground

Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, oh no, it's not

Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know
Punk's not dead, I know it's not

Yeah

The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
"So if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascists"

Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next

Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain

Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas but not with real intent

And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next, yeah will be next

And on the street tonight
An old man plays with newspaper cuttings of his glory days

And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next

You used to neck everything in sight
Down at the club on a Thursday night
It was five-O here, it was five-O there
It was really messy and we didn't really care

But what's gone on, what can I see?
You're all getting mugged by the aristocracy
But what's gone on, what can I see?
You're all getting mugged by the right wing beast, yeah

Ya tailored look isn't real anymore
You've actually just reversed into your neighbours' wall
I know you really haven't, but you know what I mean
Your head's full of sauce, you're a tin of baked beans

What's gone on, what can I see?
You're all getting mugged by the aristocracy
But what's gone on, what can I see?
You're all getting mugged by the right wing beast, yeah

It's been here for ages
Death's stuck pages
Danger shuffle, watch that door
It's been 'ere forever
It makes the clever
Danger shuffle behind doors

It's been here for ages
Death's stuck pages
Danger shuffle, watch that door
It's been 'ere forever
It makes the clever
Danger shuffle behind doors

I thought about deleting you on socials
Because you keep coming in with stuff
And it's winding me up, to be honest
I never see ya, I don't want to either
I'll just end up coming 'round to your house
And I'll just stick my phone in your head

But what's gone on, what can I see?
You're all getting mugged by the aristocracy
But what's gone on, what can I see?
You're all getting mugged by the right wing beast, yeah

(Argh!)
Human vermin
This is a sermon
Pile up the bodies and burn them
Take those graves and turn them
Luxuries you don't deserve them (No you don’t)
You killed the earthworm
Well, now the dragon's rising
Global crisis
Boko Haram and ISIS (Fucking ISIS)
Fucking Pfizer
Needles blood and lies
Orphan kids in tears
Memories of my wife (Why?)
Thieving bastards
You took this world and burnt it
Judgement day, hammer of Thor
Guilty verdict
Take it, purge it
Make it rain, conserve it
The wait is over
The corpse is in the furnace
Business man
Mr. Suit, Mr. Greed
Fucking scum
Pay the price for the life you lead
On your knees
I'll make you kneel before me
The reaper showed up to the orgy
Fuck you bitch and fuck your corgis
Come on then war me
I trained with samurais in Japan
Nah man
I’m a demi-god with a Tesco bag and a Kestrel can (Drink that can)
Superking
Stick of tar
Lord of pain
Give me that neck
Snap and crackle
Pop that chain
Drop that change
Count it up when I cop that Range
Decals with the golden flame
Blacked out windows, tinted panes
You're a Toyota Prius
I'm PS5, you're Nitendo DS
So don't talk BS
I'm grabbing a beer
Then it's back to the house for a kiev
Not even worth my time you bunch of fucking cowards
Simon Cowell
Aleister Crowley's bowels
Kamikaze, Pearl Harbor
Nagasaki and Twin Towers
Raka-ta-taka-ta
Bullets are raining on kids while you’re shovelling powder
I’m well-endowed
Wielding heavy weapons
Greta Thunberg
Feed her to the devil
Baying crowds
Whips and chains and leather
The worst is yet to come
We should all come together
And set aside our differences

This band is from Lebanon and the album this song is from was released in 2012. No matter how much things change, they remain the same.

"At Tiri Headquarters is still under shelling At Tiri headquarters still under shelling over" -UN radio
"When I arrived there, there were a number of... maybe 20 30 children, corpses of children, lined up outside the government hospital. Erm, hair matted, still in their night clothes, erm, the bomb that killed them was dropped at 1 o'clock in the morning" - Robert Fisk
"...about a ceasefire, there is no cease fire" - CNN reporter

Watching out the army's Hell
Burning down the seeds
Wrecking every living creature
In their way
Burn burn down this Land
Never to return
Killing while the world is watching
No one is concerned
Staring into the eyes of death
All the way
Is there anybody listening
Oh my doom day
Running into hell
All the way
Is there anybody watching
Fire turning night to day
Now you're turning blind
Smelling like the stench of death
Fuelling in my rage
Slash, burn, never turn
Alert war assembly
War, war, misery
Hell is rising and it's here
Staring into the eyes of death
All the way
Is there anybody listening
Oh my doom day
Starring into hell
All the way
Is there anybody watching
Ouh Go!
What?!
What has this world come to?
Merciless
Has Justice, gone so Dark?
Can you see them through me
Burning rage
I will not...
Tolerate all the things that you do
Killed our Land, Burned all our people too
I won't take your shit anymore
How dare you
Turn
So
Blind?

Racial statues are a virtue
Lick the boots and cuffs that hold you
Heavy arms, direct commands
Protect and serve, point and shoot

Boys in blue and scars and bruises
Badges, guns, owned by abusers
Fatal harm to kids unarmed defended on the news
Law and order all exploits us
Call your savage rabid watchdogs
Think fast in the boot of the car
Protect and serve this rotten fruit

Hang the pigs that hunt your daughters
Stop-and-search, lambs to the slaughter
Reprimands supercharged
Protect and serve, point and shoot

Officer, what seems to be the problem?

Racial statues are a virtue
Lick the boots and cuffs that hold you
Heavy arms, direct commands
Protect and serve, point and shoot

Section 8 means eviction
You're a target when you're homeless
Think fast in the boot of the car
Protect and serve this rotten fruit
Body cameras don't have the latter
Batteries die before it happens
Sound the alarm before your charged
With the crimes you didn't do

Hang the pigs that hunt your daughters
Stop-and-search, lambs to the slaughter
Reprimands supercharged
Protect and serve, point and shoot

Officer, what seems to be the problem?
Or can we only know post-mortem?

Officer, what is the problem?
Can we only know post-mortem?
Not just bad apples, it's a whole rotten tree
999 means know your rights
Protest, demos, unionise
Fight the law that fights you harder
Bite the red right hand that feeds you
Officer, what is the problem?
Can we only know post-mortem?
Not just bad apples, it's a whole rotten tree
999 means know your rights
Protest, demos, unionise
Fight the law that fights you harder
Bite the red right hand that feeds you

Officer, what seems to be the fucking problem?

This is one is a bit different from most leftist songs. It's from the perspective of a billionaire, but dripping with sarcasm and hatred towards the billionaire class.

Lyrics:

Consume the Heart

Eat the soul
Eat the earth
Eat the value
Eat the worth
Eat the people
Eat the art
Eat the body
Eat the heart

Full surrender
To the appetite
Full surrender
In grotesque delight
Eat the people
Consume the art
Eat the body
Consume the heart

Complete destruction
Of the human race
Eat the hour hand
Eat the face
Eat the people
Consume the art
Eat the body
Consume the heart

Come thee neophyte
To become the unholy cenobite
Come thee neophyte

Full surrender
To the capital
Full surrender
To the animal
Eat the people
Consume the art
Eat the body
Consume the heart

Red Mars for the rich

I'm just a poor boy
Living frugally
I see Mars on TV
I see people happy
I work fields with
Blistered fingers
I look starward
That world has no place for me

Red Mars
The czars
Live large
Red Mars for the rich, rich

Mars for the privileged
Earth for the poor
Mars terraforming slowly
Earth has been deformed
Just forget it, ya ain't coming here
The ticket's too dear
I stare sadly into my beer
That world has no place for me

Red Mars
The czars
Live large
Red Mars for the rich, rich, rich
Rich

Red Mars
The czars
Live large
Red Mars for the rich, rich, rich
Rich

Skip to 1:01 if the time skip doesn't work. Although the whole EP is worth a listen.

Lyrics:

People seem to think they're free
Tucked away in a democracy
Put their cross once in every 5 years
And that feathers their doubts
And it hides their fears
But who do you think profits from cuts in public spending?
It doesn't bother them if the welfare state is ending
Saving people's jobs, if that don't mean a thing
As long as industry is safe
Then the profit still comes in

But this system we live in
It ain't gonna go away
Just because you close your eyes
Or just because you run away
When you wake up tomorrow it'll all still be the same
They've still got power and profit
Do you think they wanna change?
Their nuclear devices ain't to protect our freedom
Their nuclear devices are to protect their spurious position

If they could do without us then they would
If they could do without us then they would
If they would do without us then they could
If they would do without us then they could

Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try
No hell below us, above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today...

Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us and the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger - a brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us and the world will live as one.

This song would have changed the entire tone of the movie, and for the better imo. I appreciate the efforts of the writers to illustrate capitalist greed and make it digestible for children. It's unfortunate that Illumination noticed that it would awaken anti-corporate sentiment in children