Artista: Ramallah
  Canción: Drink The Kool-Aid

Here come the 757's.
if you don't ask why then you deserve to die
just like the millions that are ground underfoot by the powers-that-be
and their policies and a society that lets their bosses do as they please
and never asks "why"?
even as the death tolls rise until some 757's start to fall from the sky
and more innocent die and still don't ask "why"?
instead we fall in line and drink up the Kool-Aid
if they shot Kennedy just imagine what they'll do to me or you, but you still believe
so burn then coward, but don't you dare pray.
Burn then, for what's done in your name.
so fucking burn then.
you had your chance;
now it's time to die.
burn then.
you drank the kool-aid, fool, so die.
if you don't ask why then you deserve to die.
(BTW) that little sticker of a flag on your car means nothing.
For the terror you've allowed in your name,
when the planes fall again, your prayers mean nothing.
if they shot Kennedy, think of what they'll do to you and me,
and you still believe all their lives. HA!
that sticker of a flag on your car means nothing
and when the sky falls again your prayers will mean nothing.
so burn then coward,
but don't you dare pray.
Burn then. so fucking burn then. 
you had your chance: now it's time to die.
burn then. you drank the kool-aid, fool, so die.
die then, sucker, but don't you pray. 
die then, fool, and burn for your shame. so fucking burn then. 
you had your chace: ow it's time to die.
burn then. you drank the kool-aid, fool, so die. drink up. die.
the hour's late and we're so far astray but we refuse to see the end of the party is near.
and all that hatred and rage we've made is coming at us just like a jet plane.