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It's like seeing a car crash from inside the car
The driver's got his head craned back he's telling you a joke You see the bus on collision course You point your arm and turn your head and wait for the impact This is the feeling we learn to live with in North America The morning headlines always accompanied with sweat and nausea Every week another puzzle piece gets permanently glued into place We see the iceberg from 15 miles away The captain orders the ship to "stay the course" "Full speed ahead" shouts the accurst The next thing we heard was, "rich women and children first" The ship is listing, the captain's placing blame on the iceberg "That berg attacked us, I am declaring war on the Arctic" Who could ever have predicted the greatest ship could so easily sink (duh) Lifeboats are useless without rescue The only ships show up for salvage When setting sail on the St. Louis We all knew what consequences could be With the crew we had at the controls There's no harbor age for the USA-holes I doubt there's a benign God to save our souls Cuz no one else is gonna save the USA-holes |
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It's 3 o'clock at the Triple Rock, another round of watching Paddy talk
It's where you wanna get snowed in when you get Snowed in, outside it's 10 below, is it day or night, we don't care or know What we know is that we don't wanna be Anywhere but here, please don't make us leave When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota I'm seeing double at the Triple Rock, we're still here watching Paddy talk Then undress, then get out the duct tape The one question still remains, how much more art can we take? I'll let you know when the medication wears off I'm a religious drunk and this is where I pray The church of alcoholics can't break up the congregation Give us air to breathe, through carbonation We are at liquor church, genuflecting on barstools We're praying that the taps will keep the holy water flowing Key kicks of communion, then a long night of confessions Coming home after noon seems to raise a lot of questions When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota |
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With our ass in the air and our heads in the ground
There's no sense of despair, without sight, without sound We hold our ears and shut our eyes Distant screams morph into lullabies We beat indifferent drum, we pound till we're numb We validate, rationalize, corroborate each others lives Pat my back and I'll pat yours, benevolent conquistadors We piss down throats, shit in cupped hands Wipe our asses with all foreign flags We beat indifferent drum, we pound till we're numb 20 feet high, 2 feet thick, barbed wire, razor blades The wall was built to keep them out while keeping us in goose step parades We don't questions what we've become We march to the beat of the same indifferent drum We beat it till we're numb, we beat it till we're numb |
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When they tightly strap me in, give me lethal injection
Just a few moments to live, no remorse for what I did It was for the betterment of man, I made the utmost sacrifice Before more damage could be done I took his life There was a split second of silence when the dart punctured the skin Beady eyes rolled back in head, the body dropped from the poison They could incapacitate me but could not erase my sneer I heard a thousand people screaming, I know three billion others cheered He was gone and I would soon be Executed by the state, all appeals would be in vain I was not criminally insane, in fact I was found to be An otherwise caring and respectable member of society A minor threat except for that one man I killed As the sedatives take effect, I just smile and close my eyes There's a priest kneeling next to me, he asks me if I realize I was going straight to hell and he thought that I should know That the man I killed's replacement planned this whole scenario And what I did had no significance at all |
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Tired of shootin' smack, tired of on the run, traded the needle... for the gun
Tired of livin' small, tired of the withdrawal, no more retreat time for attack Oh Benny how many times you tried to kill yourself, OD's and robberies and super stunts, I never thought you'd die from them Riding around in tanks, fire a round of blanks, Benny had never had such fun Until he took a wrong step into bomb, and that's when Benny got blowed up Alone, under a blanket soaked with sweat and piss, We figured Benny would end up like this We just didn't think for them |
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We call the heartland not very smartland, IQ's are very low but threat levels are high
They got a mandate, they don't want man-dates, they got so many hates and people to despise In the dust bowl, cerebral black hole, the average weight is well over 200 pounds I hate to generalize, but have you seen the thighs, most haven't seen their genitalia in a while Maybe that's why they're so scared of us We've concerns other than fear and hunger pangs Queers, transgends, and lesbians, vegans and vegetarians All you brownish red and yellow ones, come and join us on the coast No longer svelte, they got to punch new holes in the Bible belt They've blown out the fire under the melting pot, the red blood of America is starting to clot No compromise, no sight thru others' eyes, they're just flies spreading pieces of shit You gotta emigrate, stop living in hate, what makes this country great is dwelling on either side They don't want visitors in Jesusland They want life bland and canned in the fatherland We want people with college degrees, drug use experience and STD's People with open-minded philosophies, come hug California trees Cultural revolution now, neo-conservatives run outta town We're gonna burn Orange County down, And then we're off to Riverside, Bakersfield and Fresno too, then we're comin' after you The fear stricken, born again Christian, they got a vision a homogenized state Textbook decline, Intelligent Design They got Bill Nye on the list execrate They don't want visitors in Jesusland They want life bland and canned in the fatherland Punk Rockers and emo kids, people doin' things the church forbids Buddhists, agnostics, and atheists we're moving out of jesusland Art students and thespians, (excluding country) all the musicians We want all hookers and comedians, nihilists are welcome too No longer svelte, they gotta punch new holes in the Bible belt |
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We're Rome, Aztec Mexico, Easter Island paradigm
We are followers of Jimmy Jones, cutting in the kool-aid line We are Animal Farm Pigs, we are a Terry Gilliam film We are fear Oligarchy, we are wolves in wolves' clothing, we are this planet's kidney stones In the process of getting passed, metamorphosis from first to last A system breaking down beyond repair A product of three million millionaires and 100 million easy marks We are Marie Antoinette, we are Joseph McCarthy We've finally become the divided states A nation built on freedoms, fears, and hates, the denotation of Irony We all want a Hollywood end, but we're getting a foreign one The script has already been penned, and titled, "the epitaph of a drowning nation" |
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Despues de 235
canciones, los liricos se valuan mas y no tengo ningunos para esta El Jefe canta melodia triste o canta amor de la corazon haz como que hable espanol Ojala que la mayoria de nuestros aficionados no entiendan nada que canto para los otros: chinga su madre, guey |
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fighting with gloves
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder hitting above the belt now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder citing the facts now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder exposing all the lies now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder we get what we fucking deserve bringing raised fists to a knife fight you'd think developed minds could learn not to give benefit of doubt you wouldn't trust a hungry animal around your newborn, would you? sharing the wealth now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder taking the high road now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder showing respect now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder giving a shit now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder did anyone really expect to win a race already fixed the spoils doled out in advance the appointed already picked all allegations of fraud categorically dismissed as absurd |
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I'm swimming in a sea of pee
I'm hiking up a big mountain of poo I feel like rolling in glass when I'm without you I'm diving in a bowl of puke I'm fly fishing a stream of puss That's how I feel when something separates us I'm living in Bakersfield I'm at a month long hip-hop festival |
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Your only daughter's turning tricks cause she's jonesin' for a fix
She just blew your mechanic, that's when you will lose your wife's Overdose was a success, humiliation was too great Now with your estate foreclosed, you will surely lose your head Was in a bad place when you punched your supervisor in the throat An inadvertent fatal blow, were the words your lawyer used On the unsympathetic judge, who was having a bad day So he threw your life away, is faith still comforting you? I know the answer, still I ask, where is your god now? You thought it was the Christian thing to do, breaking up that fight at school 'Til the gun came into play, and the sight was set on you Running was ironic cause it was the last time you would You wish the kids you tried to help wouldn't laugh when he saw you Are the invisible man, no one looks you in the eye You've become an anecdote, the wrong place at the wrong time The worst case scenario, the proverbial "that guy" You never did question your faith; you flushed it with your first piss bag That's why I have to ask, where is your god now? |
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[Melvin]
Life on a mattress in a robe, in a room full of emptiness [Fat Mike] Knowledge has much better uses than self-pitty and superiority [Melvin] Maybe you are or could be the next Hoffman, Mahatma, or Chomsky But no one will ever know A sum of your parts are not gonna change any hearts not with hate in your eyes [Fat Mike] In order to lead by example you have to show a path to a better world, not a cell |
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these two shots are for derrick
for rifle not the handgun for coffee and cigarettes give it back you know suicide isn't painless when you leave everyone in pain the two shots will never go down the same this beating's for jimmy for ultimate devotion for your mind of my own bring out your dead sedated, flatulated you were the one most loved and hated thanks for all that carpet and your songs this petron's for jason this lager's for andy and these doses are for bomer and this fix is for bradley this ritalin's for lumpy and this speedball's for friday this nitrous hit is for lynn ?? best friend dobbs this bowl is for my mom for drinking more than i did for posting bail for me in new york and in hollywood that first time and that joint we smoked was the worst time cause doing drugs with parents is just wrong this petron's for jason this lager's for andy and these doses are for bomer and this fix is for bradley this song is for winning losers it's for lucky substance abusers the ones who left their black marks on us all |
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