Bed-wetting punk rock trio from Seattle.
We're a trio from Seattle. We play punk rock: loud, hard, and fast. If you've heard The Clash, Screeching Weasel, or Social D, you know what we sound like.
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The world drinks Coke, but don't swallow -- you'll lose your soul. We tried to unionize, fight for a better life; but they would rather see us die than pay us one more goddamn dime. And I say, "Hell, no! You don't own me! No! -- Despite your money, your riches, your power -- your sickness! Hell, no! This ain't over! No! -- 'Cause I'm right here, I'm waiting, I'm fighting -- I'm staying!" We leave at dawn, march on and on; soon we'll all be gone. Unocal came in one day, said our village was in the way of a pipeline they were going to make -- with forced labor, beatings, and rape. And I say, "Hell, no! You don't own me! No! -- Despite your money, your riches, your power -- your sickness! Hell, no! This ain't over! No! -- 'Cause I'm right here, I'm waiting, I'm fighting -- I'm staying!" We'll take a stand -- you ravaged our land to fill your oil cans. We danced the Ogele to show we weren't afraid, but they shot us anyway -- Chevron had to get paid. And I say, "Hell, no! You don't own me! No! -- Despite your money, your riches, your power -- your sickness! Hell, no! This ain't over! No! -- 'Cause I'm right here, I'm waiting, I'm fighting -- I'm staying!"
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