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Track: Head? Chest? Or Foot?
Artist: Propagandhi
Album: How to Clean Everything (Reissue)

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Name: Propagandhi
Spotify Genres: skate punk, punk, melodic hardcore, ska punk, hardcore punk
Followers: 208,396
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Canadian punk band founded in Portage la Prairie (near Winnipeg), Manitoba, in 1989. One of the first bands to sign to [l=Fat Wreck Chords]. Singer / songwriter / bassist [a=John K. Samson] left the group in 1997 to pursue other interests and eventually start another band, [a283746]. Founding members [a=Chris Hannah] and [a=Jord Samolesky] continued to work on Propagandhi as well as starting their own label, [url=http://www.discogs.com/label/G7+Welcoming+Committee+Records]G7 Welcoming Committee[/url]. [b]Current members:[/b] [a=Chris Hannah] – guitar, lead and backing vocals (1986–present) [a=Jord Samolesky] – drums, backing vocals (1986–present) [a=Todd Kowalski] – bass, lead and backing vocals (1997–present) [a=Sulynn Hago] – guitar, backing vocals (2015–present) [b]Former members:[/b] Scott Hopper – bass, backing vocals (1986–1989) [a=Stinky Mike Braumeister] – bass (1989–1991) [a=John K. Samson] – bass, lead and backing vocals (1991–1997) [a=David Guillas] – guitar (2006–2015)

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Release: Propagandhi - How To Clean Everything
Year: 1993
Genres: Rock
Styles: Punk, Hardcore, Ska, Reggae

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LYRICS

Three choices. One bullet. One trigger. Guess who gets to pull it.
One leader. A thousand slaves.
For every throne there's a thousand graves.
You're all the same. Just part of their machine.
Perpetuate their dream.
They subsidize your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls.
They herd and brand the masses within painted prison walls.
'Til your freedom of assembly becomes the missiles they create.
Or just mass delusion dancing to this music that you fucking hate.
But I'm not the same. I'm not part of your fucking machine.
I'll jeopardize their dream.
I'd rather be imprisoned in a George Orwell-ian world
Than your pacified society of happy boys and girls.
I'd rather know my enemies and let you know the same.
Whose windows to smash and whose tires to slash
And where to point the fucking blame.
One future. Two choices. Oppose them or let them destroy us.