1. |
Salvation
02:57
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Oligarch and profiteer
Pious for profit like his peers
Corporate tick, his ethics whored
Fuck the poor and praise the Lord
Rich men feed rich men’s greed
How much does God say you need?
Prosperity theology
And I can’t help but wonder how starving little kids will bring salvation
Man of God, faith undeterred
Hides his sins behind the word
Exploits the ones who need him most
Genuflect and suck the host
Power corrupted soul
Deity-bestowed control
No thought for what he stole
And I can’t help but wonder how fucking little kids will bring salvation
Millennia of stupidity
With God, no culpability
Religious conflagration flares
Bombs drown out frenetic prayers
Locked in endless war
A world sodden in gore
Amen forevermore
And I just have to wonder how blowing up little kids will bring salvation
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2. |
Nothing Times Two
03:36
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Dropped out of school before they could kick me out
That’s when I said goodbye to tomorrow
Nothing I do ever comes out right
Always feeling like nothing times two
Maybe I’ll shave my head
Be a gangsta fool
Make you all fear and respect me
Running from cops and bullets is hard work
I’m bound to suck at that too
Let me go because I’m drifting again
See you in ten years or more
I’ll pull a Jesus
Then I’ll fall to pieces
And then
And there won’t be a rapture
There won’t be hell
There, there won’t be no then
But then you baby
Come and unbound me
And I want to thank you
Yeah, you
Don’t let go and then ground me
And now
I’m more than nothing times two
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3. |
La Tuya
01:03
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Tongvan bones unrest
Way down there in the
Dark, dank, and deep
The eagle does rock
Bedrocks on a roll
Slamming crude boils over
Up to our feet
Solely for the pleasures
of the sun and sky
Always under them choppers
But still so high
There's a red-tail family I'm following
Or maybe they're following me.
If you're not feeling this
Definitely if you're not sure
LA TUYA
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4. |
Tribes
04:59
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Time
There is no time
Running fast before our prime
Scared to close our eyes for very long
Separated social clique
Arbitrary lines that stick
Section off the ones that don’t belong
Social order, social lies
Same existence, same two eyes
Seeing naught, just too damned blind
The ones we hate are our same kind
Yet they’re from there and we’re from here
Can’t stand to have you people near
Stay away, you’re not one of us
Bigot girls love bigot boys
Play together, sharing toys
Watch the sun burn slowly into day
Put you in a certain mold
Do exactly what you’re told
If you don’t fit in, you’re not allowed to play
Lost
We all feel lost
Be ourselves, but at a cost
The price to be unique is way too steep
Just another cultural hole
Wear the costume, play the role
Once rebellious, now a bunch of sheep
Two-faced words from two-faced minds
We scoff at those that aren’t our kind
You’re cool because you’ll play our game
Fuck off if you aren’t the same
Deviate from rigid road
Find your ass out in the cold
Stay away, you’re not one of us
Punker girls love punker boys
Play together, sharing toys
Watch the sun burn slowly into day
Put you in a certain mold
Do exactly what you’re told
If you don’t fit in, you’re not allowed to play
It’s all the same game
With different names
It’s all the same game
Time
There was a time
When we all lived a life sublime
Walked around like kings among the dregs
Now those days have come and gone
Things felt right but turned out wrong
We find that we’ve been standing on no legs
We build a world and watch it fall
To find we’ve learned nothing at all
Separated into tribes
Yet leading the exact same lives
Myopic view, we cannot see
Past our confused reality
Stay away, you’re not one of us
Human girls love human boys
Cash our chips in, got no choice
Watch the sun burn slowly into day
We found that parties do not last
That we’ve been living much too fast
Somewhere in the maze we lost our way
It’s all the same game
With different names
It’s all the same game
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5. |
13
01:33
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Appropriate
Elucidate
Invalidate
Masticate
Agglutinate
Explicate
Agglomerate
Eviscerate
The part’s not some
The sum’s not whole
The truth is found
In mustard roll
Amy killed the sequence
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6. |
Bow to the Cheeto King
01:37
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There’s a new king in town, as thick as a brick
One for the people, especially the chicks
Half simian, but hardly a man
Walking ego with infantile hands
Dictator in a teacup, a total buffoon
He’ll drown you in tweets, each one more jejune
And all of his friends say:
Bow to the Cheeto King
Skin like an orange that’s always ashamed
A toy Mafioso who whines he’s defamed
Family crest is a Rhode Island red
His hair looks like someone pissed on his head
Dictator in a teacup, a total buffoon
He’ll drown you in tweets, each one more jejune
And all of his friends say:
Bow to the Cheeto King
Playground fascist with a combover wave
Publicity whore, a clown and a knave
A winner at losing, a hater of spics
A real pussy-grabber with a micro-sized prick
Dictator in a teacup, he kicks with the Klan
Half simian, but hardly a man
And all of the people say:
Fuck the Cheeto King
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Eat it and Die, Pigboy
TV Dinners, chicken pies
Anything to catch his eyes
Tofu beans, asparagus
But touch my grub, I’ll kick your ass
Eat it and die, Pigboy
Taco meat and casserole
Stuff to stuff that gaping hole
Four hundred pound overload
It’s a wonder that you don’t explode
Eat it and die, Pigboy
Life in the Workforce
Work work work, no time to rest
Keep falling short, I’m doing my best
Never, ever what you need
Incompetent, I cannot breathe
Nervous, confused
Frustrated, being used
Stupid, it’s understood
That my best is no good
Work work work, yet still it’s wrong
Hold my tongue and go along
Your mind’s an empty, leaky cup
Keep pushing me, I’ll fuck you up
Edgy, short rope
Unable to cope
Petulant, won’t cry
Want you to die
Get off my back
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8. |
Toothache
02:02
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I gotta toothache in my heart
More than a wrinkle in my soul
There's nothing like a Monday morning
Nervous breakdown, with café and sweet bread
I was once lost, since then I've been found
Now I am heading up and diving down.
Did you hear what was in that breeze?
I ain't talking about the freeways
Or the airplanes slicing through the sky
There's a message in the air, hanging like worn old shoes
Dancing on telephone wires and all through our heads
Dancing on telephone wires and all through our heads
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9. |
Freedom is Slavery
03:45
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They’ve got a name for me
Not one that I might choose
No matter how you play
It’s all rigged so you will lose
They’ve got it all mapped out
First scream to last horrible breath
Struggle, strive, fail, fucked
Life lived in cerebral death
It seems so daunting, the walls built so high
An endless war to exist
Bludgeoned subservience, “be meek or be destroyed”
I’ll never give up, never give in
It’s in my nature to resist
They’ve got a game for you
Not one you’d probably pick
Your predetermined slot
Chase the carrot or get the stick
Tug the wheel, roll the dice
Vicious circle perpetually spun
Work, buy, consume, die
Life over ’fore it’s begun
It seems so daunting, their lies so prevalent
More than one kind of terrorist
Bludgeoned subservience, “be meek or be destroyed”
But never give up, never give in
Embrace your nature to resist
They’ve got a plan for us
But in the end who fucking cares?
To them we’re merely things
Little more than folding chairs
We’re here to clog their gears
New world recidivists
Not property
For our survival we resist
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