Letras
It's over when you pointed your gun
At the people who stand for their rights
Why did you shoot them with your firearms?
Now they have no choice except to fight back!
What's the point of freedom of the speech
In a country whose all the leaders are pretend to be deaf!
Look at all of the hopes that you have crushed
From the people who died, died for their rights!
Over your gun, over a bullet that coming out from your gun
Now the time is up, here we gon' pay blood with blood, die!
Let's take our rights from those greedy motherfuckers!
And brace yourself, 'cause no one gon' save us
Make a riot, make them know that we are lions of the jungle
Who will fight for things that belong to us
Politics, no critic, sucks!
Politics with no critic is sucks!
Politics, no critic, sucks!
Politics, no critic, sucks!
Politics with no critic is sucks!
Politics, no critic, sucks!
No! Fuck!
Fight fire, with fire! 'Till die!
Writer(s): Bayu Wicaksana
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