Killing Machine Songtext
von The Filaments

A Brechtian hammer swinging
Right on target, right on time
Rain down some crushing blows
Break open some minds
I′ve had my fill, of cartoon skinheads
Barking, "punk ain't red!"
′Cause this machine kills fascists
And it will murder again

Assassination
Like a poison to their vein
Damn the asinine and sing to better days


Like when Strummer craved a riot of his own
Seeger silencing the drums of war
Demanding bring them home
In Dial House the talk is of your living
If your proud to be that way
This ain't no time for silence
So come join in
Get up off your knees
Arm in arm strength and hope in solidarity
Let them keep their reactionary taste
Cause this is insurrection
Not just art for its own sake

Assassination
Like a poison to their vein
Damn the asinine and sing to better days
This is a call to arms
Not art for its own sake
Killing machine relive old glories
And murder again