Freedom Of Speech Means Talk Is Cheap

True believer

By curving logic and twisted science,
Exchanging ambivalence for compliance,
The devious and false change the timing of the waltz
And forge a counterfeit alliance.
If no one ever spots the fake
There can be no case to make.

It's a commercial bid for market share hiding in belief,
Parrots echoing a prayer, the hypnotist's motif.
Glassy-eyed and predisposed, their illness goes undiagnosed.
Zombies with the sole ambition to eliminate the opposition.

Hey you, true believer, Fuck you! true believer.

Deep within the mass consensus,
Between obedience and acquiescence,
The pious and devout put the flame of knowledge out
And rely upon darkness for their defenses.
If no one ever sees the evil
There can be no upheaval.

It's a fungus with a fruitful spore thriving in the shade,
Christian soldiers as to war, spread the holy plague.
A hollow pointed accusation, the ultimate disinformation,
Speeding on its secret mission to eliminate the opposition.

Hey you, true believer, Fuck you! true believer.

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Personal Strike

Came in, signed up, didn't realize what was up.
Ate danish, a cup of joe, waited for the payoff at the end of the show
Worked hard, shot straight, ate every morsel on my plate.
Did their bidding, the college try, I really thought arbeit macht frei.

Profits and losses, liars and bosses,
I'm on a personal strike.

Stepped up, pitched in, didn't know there was nothing to win.
Ground my nose, busted my hump, swabbed the decks and manned the pumps.
Played fair, tried my best, but my patience was put to the test.
Lost my faith, now I don't care. I'm only here to say buyer beware.

Rich man, poor man, laborer, foreman,
I'm on a personal strike.
Take back the power, charge them by the hour,
While you're on a personal strike.

Have we all forgotten the smell of something rotten?
They're trying to build a thousand year reich.
Millions of pistons are turning the cam,
is anyone not helping? I am.
I'm on a personal strike.

Profits and losses, liars and bosses,
I'm on a personal strike.
Reject the movers and shakers. Embrace the slackers and fakers.
Go on a personal strike.
Take back the power, charge them by the hour,
While you're on a personal strike.
Rich man, poor man, laborer, foreman,
Go on a personal strike.

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Dickhead

I hang around at seminars, conventions and retreats.
My conversation never strays from corporate balance sheets.
I'm here to make connections, I'm looking for recruits.
You can easily identify me by the nametag on my suit.

Hello, my name is Dickhead.

I'm the guy whose grip is firm when I shake your hand,
Always look you in the eye, pretend I understand.
When it comes to schmoozing, you know I'm the best.
You can easily identify me by the nametag on my chest.

Hello, my name is Dickhead.

I have the gift to see it in terms of cash and flow.
I'm not concerned with human beings,
Don't care, don't want to know.
Look into my beady eyes, you'll see what I'm about.
I'll do most anything to drain your bank account:
Useless products, investment scams,
Making deals, snorting grams.
The world's an oyster, swallow it whole,
People are cherries--they're in my bowl.

So, all you poor folks struggling to make your life complete,
Think about my piles of cash and wish that you were me.
I'll be remembered along with Hearst, Trump and Gates.
You can easily identify me by my license plates.

Hello, my name is Dickhead.
Hello, my name is Dickhead.
Dickhead 1.

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Alter Or Abolish

All your life, you've been the victim of an extreme makeover,
Derived from the negotiation of a hostile takeover.
The deal was made behind your back,
Funds diverted to the lobbyist's PAC,
Your cut's allotted from whatever's left over.

Alter or abolish?
Flush the turd or polish?
This house is in decay,
Should we rehab or demolish?

The rest of your life you'll have to suffer the long emergency,
Your labors undermined by the corporate insurgency.
The votes are cast behind closed doors,
An exchange between the pimps and whores,
As the process you're due fades into obscurity.

Advise or dissent
Sing their praises or lament?
This dream has gone astray,
Should we criticize or assent?

Are their powers just or is it just power?
Is there consent of the governed or do they govern consent?
Whatever it is, I'm against it.
No matter who proposed it or who commenced it, I'm against it.

Alter or abolish?
Flush the turd or polish?
This house is in decay
Should we rehab or demolish?

I vote no!

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Fast Food

Masticated butcher's waste,
Spiced and ground to tasty paste,
Boiling fat, sizzling lard,
Wilted lettuce, bread that's hard,
Surly dwarfs with rotten teeth,
Flabby trolls with sagging teats.
Take my money for a greasy pouch,
Tastes like you just shit my mouth.

Fast food - faster bowels
Sticky fingers - wet nap towels
Competition for market share,
Carcinogenic rodent hair.

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No Punk Intended

Nihilistic narcissism is for no talent Nazis
And commie pinko floyd is a phony cunt sniffer
Lying to the gutter, stomping in beer piss,
Coughing up bong hits in the wreck training room.
Anger's a commodity--traded, bought and sold.
The chairman of the oh-so-bored and his captivated horde
Flush their moral currency down
The grafitti-sprayed commode.

Annotated anarchy is for addle-pated assholes
And mickey von slipper is a sleeping draught pusher
Dealing from the bottom, stabbing in the dark,
Laughing off tumors by the television's glow.
Mutiny's a benefit to all that you've befriended
Line them up against the bricks, these condescending anti-cliques
And shoot every one of them down
With no punk intended.

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Because of You

I've got no prospects. I've got no hope
I can see the future and it's a short descending slope.
I've got no ambition, there's nothing I want to do
I'm bored and miserable and it's all because of you

Because of you I'm stranded in the desert with a needle and a spoon
Because of you I'm on the edge of nothing and the end is coming soon

I've got no interests. I've got no desire
All I've got is a front row seat in a lecture hall of liars
I've got no place to run, I'm a specimen in a zoo
Trapped inside a vicious circle and it's all because of you

Because of you I'm stranded in the desert with a needle and a spoon
Because of you I'm on the edge of nothing and the end is coming soon

Your toxic fiber moves the money through the bowels of a federal reserve
as you squat over a golden pot
You live in the land of milk and honey, but its value is lost on you
so you cover it with parking lots.

I've got no power. I've got no plans
Lost and going nowhere, I'm a stranger in a strange land
I'm just a dog turd on the bottom of a shoe
Unwelcome and unwanted, and it's all because of you.

Because of you I'm stranded in the desert with a needle and a spoon
Because of you I'm on the edge of nothing and the end is coming soon
Because of you my life is a pointless labor achieving nothing new
Because of you I'm wandering lost in time, measured in hot meals
Because of you I'm going to die with cancer clogging up my ass
Because of you I'm thinking of an answer to a question never asked
Because of you.

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The Kids Are All Liars

Every generation has its prophecy of doom,
The spark of revolution born of adolescent gloom.
With every new infusion of angry, stomping feet,
The demographic dopplegangers learn the latest beat.

We could smash it up, tear it down, set the world on fire,
But it's never going to happen because the kids are all liars.

The promise of insurgent youth ripens to indifference.
The road to pop-star opulence is paved with false belligerence.
And every time the call goes out to take it to the streets,
The kids turn to the corporate mother and suckle at her teats.

We could smash it up, tear it down, set the world on fire,
It's never going to happen because the kids are all liars.

You're threatening anarchy with your ass-flap embroidery
Rejecting society by scavenging its prosperity.
Never trust a hippy, never trust a punk,
Never trust a guy who's selling junk out of his trunk.

We could smash it up, tear it down, set the world on fire,
But it's never going to happen because the kids are all liars.
The fact that we're all still here reveals that all our plans backfired,
Yeah, we were kids once too, and the kids are all liars.
The kids are all liars. You're all liars.
Nothing's ever going to change because the kids are all liars.

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Untitled (Un-subtitled)

I'm not broken, just irrelevant
To your civilization and your government.
I'm unnecessary. I'm superfluous.
I'm a reprimand for the virtuous.
I'm a fly in the ointment.
I don't have an appointment.
I'm the leg before the wicket.
I'm a passenger with no ticket for the ride.
I'm a thorn in your side,
A bruise on your pride,
A stain you can't hide,
A rhyme that your reason has merely implied,
And I'm never going to play your little game
So fuck off and die.
Go fuck yourself. Fuck off and die.

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Traditional Performance

The traditional performance
Bend your back and take your lumps
An uninspired romance
Drain the swamps and fill the dumps
In your elaborate desolation
The standard operation is a waste of my time
All paths lead to a grave destination
But you just wait in a line.
There's no escape, no chance to slip through,
No way to break free
No window of opportunity, at least none that you can see.

The habitual routine
Stay the course and just see it through
A perpetual machine
Take the whole and break it in two
In this animated static
Your cause is the effect of the previous gear
The legendary vermin in the attic
Are the source of all your fear.
And there's no escape, no chance to slip by,
No way to break through.
I don't want anything to do with it, so that leaves more for you.

No hope, no relief, no happy ending, that's your belief
No way to do anything that you wanted to.

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(In The Fat Of) The Curve

Tested and measured, compared to a graph,
Labeled and sorted, assigned to a class.
The paperwork swami predicted your fate:
A million dollars short, and thirty years too late.

Your hopes are pathetic and your dreams are absurd.
Your destiny lies in the fat of the curve.
Deep in the heart of the fat of the curve.

Assessed and appraised, accounted by coin,
Tallied and summed up and kicked in the loins.
The ticker-tape ouija judged your spirit in the ether:
Six of nothing, half-a-dozen of neither.

You have no choice, so what does it matter?
Some will get skinnier but most will get fatter.

Your hopes are pathetic and your dreams are absurd.
Your destiny lies in the fat of the curve.
Everyone's the same as far as you can observe,
Doomed to the average, forever obscure.

Deep in the thick of it, never to emerge,
Never to emerge from the fat of the curve.

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Give Up

Just sit back, watch everything unfold.
YouÕre a copy of a copy of a copy of the mold.
YouÕll never get in. YouÕll never win.
Just do what youÕve been told.
Give up.

The market has been controlled.
You get the lead, they get the gold.
Blame the rich while you dig that ditch.
ThatÕs just doing what youÕve been told.
Give up.

YouÕre never going to get paroled.
YouÕll die old and alone.
ThereÕs no way out.
Shout: give up!

The punks are boring and old.
All the cunts are dry and cold.
YouÕll never break though. Even if you do,
What use is a cigarette when youÕre in a blindfold?
Give up now!

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The Bitter End

Pills in your hand, pills in your throat,
All your regrets jotted down in a note.
No other course of action that I can recommend.
The choices are so simple at the bitter end.

The bitter end--the inheritance of the meek
The bitter end--death dancing with you cheek to cheek
The bitter end--falling short of the finish line
The bitter end--failing kidneys and a curving spine

You can throw that towel in now.
Have a bite of that sacred cow.
indulge your self in a deadly sin.
put you faith in the garbage bin.

Some will give up, some will give in.
Everybody plays, but nobody wins.
The stakes are higher with each dollar that you spend,
No chips left to cash in at the bitter end.

The bitter end--broken treaties, acts of war
The bitter end--an angry mob beating down your door
The bitter end--a gaping hole in the safety net
The bitter end--a blindfold and a cigarette

There's no point to a future tense.
Your ambitions are irrelevant.
you're well beyond any ray of hope,
dangling at the bitter end of a rope.

There's nothing left to defend
as the crows and the buzzards descend.
Only one small whimper left to expend,
We'll all be disappointed in the bitter end.

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Just One More Thing

Throw away your compasses, there's only one direction
And its only measure is the extent of your collection.
You're a fat kid in a candy store, hungry for confection
And total saturation is your idea of perfection.

Just one more thing, that's all you need,
Just one more thing, and your victory's complete
Just one more thing, one final fling.
Let freedom ring so you get one more thing.

Fill your empty pointless life, give yourself some meaning.
Keep your focus on that prize that the TV ads are beaming.
Act right now, don't hesitate, don't waste your time daydreaming.
Do anything to get your stuff, no matter how demeaning.

Nature abhors a vacuum and so do you.
If there's a space between your old stuff
You gotta' get something new.
Driven by a deep-seated urge
You always feel you're on the verge of completion
In the endless cycle of production and depletion.

Throw away your compasses, there's only one direction
And its only measure is the spread of your infection.
You're a fungus in a petri dish under close inspection.
Your growth is guided by the consumption of your reflection.

You don't know what you're missing, you've gathered everything in sight.
But you've got the notion that what you lack is just beyond your grasp
If you could lay your hands on it everything would be alright.
All you need is just one more thing, one more thing before your dying gasp.

Just one more thing, that's all you need,
Just one more thing, and your victory's complete.
Just one more thing, one final fling.
Let freedom ring so you get one more thing.

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Continuum

Sunrise. Sunset. Drudgery. Paycheck.
Left turn. Right turn. Everywhere. TV set.
Aspartame. Glycerides. Olestra. Cigarette.
Billboard. Junk mail. Market share. Genuflect.

ItÕs always on. It never ends.
De ja vu. Folie a deux.

Misinformed. Ignorant. News report. Discontent.
Despot. Terrorist. Liberator. Insurgent.
Mandate. Policy. Cronyism. Negligence.
Numbskull. Idiot. Criminal. President.

ItÕs always on.Ê It never ends.
De ja vu. Folie a deux.

The punishing impunity of your sanitized insanity.
The final infinity of your self-professed profanity.
The obsequious obscenity of your inadvertant inanity
The fervent serenity of your humiliated humanity.

ItÕs always on.Ê It never ends.
De ja vu. Folie a deux. Continuum.

Classroom. Church pew. Cubicle. Ambiguity.
Mistrust. Statute. Apprehend. Scrutiny.
Unrest. Overthrow. Demolition. Mutiny.
Repeat ad infinitum in perpetuity.

ItÕs always on. It never ends.
De ja vu. Folie a deux.
Continuum. Continuum. Continuum.

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No More Monkeys

American Dream

I dreamt I was the center of the universe
And the fate of all dangled from my balls.
So I threatened everybody with a fabricated enemy
And the toiling of the masses fattened up my purse
Because...

I am an american, I am.
I am an american, I am.
And I, an american, I live in a dream.

I dreamt I was important to a cosmic plan
And God gave me permission to further my ambition.
So I stepped on everybody that I could get a boot on
But somehow I managed to keep them eating from my hands
Because...

I am an american, I am.
I am an american, I am.
And I, an american, I live in a dream.

But when the rooster crows, it'll all come to a close.
In the morning sun I'll be undone and left to fend for myself.
Oh it's going to sting when the mourning dove sings.
When the dream is over, the nightmare begins
Because...

I am an american, I am.
I am an american, I am.
And I, an american, I live in a dream.

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The Bitter End

Pills in your hand, pills in your throat,
All your regrets jotted down in a note.
No other course of action that I can recommend.
The choices are so simple at the bitter end.

The bitter end--the inheritance of the meek
The bitter end--death dancing with you cheek to cheek
The bitter end--falling short of the finish line
The bitter end--failing kidneys and a curving spine

You can throw that towel in now.
Have a bite of that sacred cow.
indulge your self in a deadly sin.
put you faith in the garbage bin.

Some will give up, some will give in.
Everybody plays, but nobody wins.
The stakes are higher with each dollar that you spend,
No chips left to cash in at the bitter end.

The bitter end--broken treaties, acts of war
The bitter end--an angry mob beating down your door
The bitter end--a gaping hole in the safety net
The bitter end--a blindfold and a cigarette

There's no point to a future tense.
Your ambitions are irrelevant.
you're well beyond any ray of hope,
dangling at the bitter end of a rope.

There's nothing left to defend
as the crows and the buzzards descend.
Only one small whimper left to expend,
We'll all be disappointed in the bitter end.

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Close Your Eyes

Hush everybody, close your eyes.
Listen to your culture's lullabies,
Lay your head down on a pillow of lies,
And dream of a wolf in a sheep's diguise.

Close your eyes you sleepyhead, forget what I just said.
Sleep in comfort and rest in peace, blindfold yourself with a golden fleece.
Rest easy where it's safe and warm, pay no attention to the thunderstorm.
Ask no questions, get no lies, just remember to close your eyes.

Hush everybody, close your eyes,
All snuggled up in your suits and ties.
Disregard what this song implies
Just bend over and close your eyes.

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Chumpanzee

They got your number, they know your name.
YouÕre always in their sights, they're always taking aim.
They're not surprised when you take the bullet
If they stick a finger out, they know you're going to pull it.

What the monkey sees, the monkey wants
Even if it's just a kick in the schwanz
What the monkey sees, the monkey believes
He never bothers to look up the magician's sleeve
What the monkey sees, the monkey will do
And the monkey sees every body getting screwed.

They know you gender, they know your race
They've been following your tracks noting every trace
They're well aware of all of your habits
If they hold a carrot out for you, they know you'll try to grab it.

Every now and then a lucky one gets through
But when the chump becomes the champ he turns and pisses on you.
He doesn't understand the price of his victory,
Perpetuates the sam mistakes throughout human history.
What the monkey learns, the monkey distorts.
His findings are recorded in quarterly fiscal reports.

They've studied your game, they know all your moves
You never stray far from a comfortable course
You're a silly chump and boy do they know it
If they give you half a chance, they're sure you're going to blow it.

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Nothing to Say

If you're looking for the answer, you'd better look the other way
I know everything that matters, but I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say about your small and pointless life,

Nothing to say about your large and pimpled ass,
Nothing to say about your lying cheating wife,
Nothing to say about your kids, your kids out smoking grass.

If you want my advice I think what you should do
Is turn around and walk way there's nothing here for you

I've got nothing to say about your truth obscuring fatith,
Nothing to say about your uninspired plans,
Nothing to say about your shameful waste of space,
Nothing to say about the dick that's in your hand.

Don't try to pump me for information--Don't even try
I won't provide you with what you seek--You'll get nothing out of me
I offer you no explanations--I'm not your mom or dad
Without my lawyers present I refuse to speak.

If you're looking for the answer, you'd better look the other way
I know everything that matters, but I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say about your small and pointless life,
Nothing to say about your large and pimpled ass,
Nothing to say about your lying cheating wife,
Nothing to say about your kids, your kids out smoking grass.

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Here Lies You

I'll wrap you in the softest linens
and lay you in the fresh turned soil
I won't say any words of comfort
to comemorate your lifelong toil
You paid for it, oh so dearly,
but what did you get? let the buyer be wary
You bought their lies and lived them like the truth.

You joined the union and paid your dues
another monkey doing as it's shown
You thought that you were a part of something
but in the end, you're on your own
If only you'd been thinking clearly
you might've gotten more than old and weary
You bought their lies and lived them like the truth.

Here lies you, in a human landfill
Wiped clean and disposed of like a toxic spill
Here lies you, an industrial waste
A broken monkey wrench that will be replaced.

Your final entry in the payroll ledger
the sum of your life engraved on a rock
You should've known it would end this way
the shape of things to come is the shape of a box
Was it worth the price? not nearly.
A mortgage on your sould compounded yearly
You bought their lies and lived them.

Here lies you, in a human landfill
Wiped clean and disposed of like a toxic spill
Here lies you, an industrial waste
A broken monkey wrench that will be replaced.

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Because of You

I've got no prospects. I've got no hope
I can see the future and it's a short descending slope.
I've got no ambition, there's nothing I want to do
I'm bored and miserable and it's all because of you

Because of you I'm stranded in the desert with a needle and a spoon
Because of you I'm on the edge of nothing and the end is coming soon

I've got no interests. I've got no desire
All I've got is a front row seat in a lecture hall of liars
I've got no place to run, I'm a specimen in a zoo
Trapped inside a vicious circle and it's all because of you

Because of you I'm stranded in the desert with a needle and a spoon
Because of you I'm on the edge of nothing and the end is coming soon

Your toxic fiber moves the money through the bowels of a federal reserve
as you squat over a golden pot
You live in the land of milk and honey, but its value is lost on you
so you cover it with parking lots.

I've got no power. I've got no plans
Lost and going nowhere, I'm a stranger in a strange land
I'm just a dog turd on the bottom of a shoe
Unwelcome and unwanted, and it's all because of you.

Because of you I'm stranded in the desert with a needle and a spoon
Because of you I'm on the edge of nothing and the end is coming soon
Because of you my life is a pointless labor achieving nothing new
Because of you I'm wandering lost in time, measured in hot meals
Because of you I'm going to die with cancer clogging up my ass
Because of you I'm thinking of an answer to a question never asked
Because of you.

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Torture

You dig a deep hole, then you fill it back in
And the reward for your effort is like a fist on the chin.
Now your luck's running out and your will's caving in
You're playing a game you can't possibly win
And the rest is torture...

An oasis is shimmering just out of your reach
And all of your colors are soaking in bleach.
The turd in your hand is disguised as a peach
You don't want anything, but you get one of each
And the rest is torture...

They keep you on hold while you pump in the dimes
Then they sentence you to pay for all of their crimes
And after you've trudged through the muck and the slime
You've got money to spend but you've got no time
And the rest is torture...

Most of it is a pointless struggle Ð a growing list of things to juggle
A choice between two equal evils Ð numbing boredom or painful upheaval
And the rest is torture...

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Monkey in the Middle

They taught you how to think and make use of your time
Then they made you reason and then they made you rhyme
Now maybe you could use a little something more
But all they taught you is how to be a bore

Monkey in the middle Ð Not impotent, but no in power
Monkey in the middle--The excrement that fertilizes flowers
Monkey in the middle--Not god, not a demon
Monkey in the middle--A fruitcake made with eggs and semen
Monkey in the middle

They sold you common stock in a pyramid scheme
Pointed out your goals and defined your dreams.
They said that all your hard work was going to take you far,
But youÕre just another dinosaur struggling in the tar.

Monkey in the middle Ð Not impotent, but no in power
Monkey in the middle--The excrement that fertilizes flowers
Monkey in the middle--Not god, not a demon
Monkey in the middle--A fruitcake made with eggs and semen
Monkey in the middle

So, I sit and watch the parade of billions of monkeysÑ
A steady self-renewing stream of losers, punks and flunkies.
I donÕt understand what it is that theyÕre thinking,
They all want to be captain of a ship that is sinking.

Monkey in the middle Ð Not impotent, but no in power
Monkey in the middle--The excrement that fertilizes flowers
Monkey in the middle--Not god, not a demon
Monkey in the middle--A fruitcake made with eggs and semen
Monkey in the middle

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Unavoidable

It's the punctuation mark at the end of your sentence
It's the the only conclusion based on your premise
It's the opposite of dreams and the crux of all that sucks
It's the target, you're the arrow forced along the straight and narrow
It's everything you've ever been told

It's unavoidable--there's no chance of escape
Unavoidable--you can't get out of it's way
Unavoidable--there's no hope of resecue
It's unavoidable and it's coming soon

It's the predatory jaws clamped around your broken neck
It's the only reward that you're likely to collect.
It's the opposite of fun and the truth of wasted youth
It's the king and you're a knave, half a notch above a slave
It's everything you've ever been told
It's unavoidable Ð there's no chance of escape

Unavoidable--you can't get out of it's way
Unavoidable--there's no hope of resecue
It's unavoidable and it's coming soon

There's no chance of failure Ôcause there's nothing left to gain
No chance you'll understand so there's no need to explain
There's no chance for happiness, it's completely unenjoyable
No pardons, no reprieves, it's completely unavoidable
It's unavoidable and it's coming soon.

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Kill Myself

I'm going to kill myself, I'll scuttle my own boat
I'm going to kill myself after I write this note
Just a short farewell address so no one ever has to guess
Why I couldn't seem to cope

I'll write about futility and hopeless desperation
I'll mention the banality of modern civilization
I'll describe my inability to over come frustration
And express my general antipathy for the entire situation

I'm going to kill myself, I won't stop until I'm through
I'm going to kill myself if it's the last thing that I do
I'll commit suicide but you'll never know that I died
ÔCause first I'm going to kill you

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In the Dark

Slouched upon the sofa, the billions multiply their sloth
At one with their furniture, they're cut from the same cloth
Produced for consumption and utility, unable to increase their ability

Show them the universe and the billions turn away
The sun is rising at their backs, but still they refuse to see their own way
And blind rejection is the mark of those who will remain in the dark

Take comfort in the absence of the bright revealing spark
Pay the lightless penance and take comfort in the dark.

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No More Monkeys

Evolution dropped the ball and now the monkeys have it all
Spreading like a noxious fume, a harbinger of doom
So shout it out a thousand times in angry chants with clever rhymes
But if you really want to help, keep your genetic message to yourself

No more monkeys in a line waiting at the traffic sign
No more monkeys on TV selling crap that you don't need
No more monkeys building bombs to threaten other monkeys's moms
No more monkeys in the hay, making little monkeys.

An industry of flesh and bone, ever spawning mutant drones
No happy end in sight, say your prayers, say good night
Spanning back ten thousand years the never ending grind of gears
A monkey wrench into the works is the only way to stop these stupid jerks

No more monkeys in a line waiting at the traffic sign
No more monkeys on TV selling crap that you don't need
No more monkeys building bombs to threaten other monkeys's moms
No more monkeys in the hay, making little monkeys.

Stop the presses. Shut down the assemnbly line
The natives are restless, and they've had enough of the human kind

No more monkeys in a line waiting at the traffic sign
No more monkeys on TV selling crap that you don't need
No more monkeys building bombs to threaten other monkeys's moms
No more monkeys singing songs to all the kids who don't belong
No more monkeys in the park raping joggers after dark
No more monkeys in the hay fucking other monkeys.

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Vicious Crop Circle

In the offices and the cubicles and all the downtown shops,
In the pockets and the purses, there's a buck that never stops.
It determines when the sun will rise and where the bombs will drop
And it all depends on who's the best at tending to the crops.

The paradigm is built up from the bottom to the top.
Some are given suckers and some get lollipops.
And while the money changes hands between the criminals and cops
There's an underlying mechanism tending to the crops.

The farmer grows the fodder to feed the cows that give the milk which thickens the bones inside your head.
The bonehead runs the machine that make the goods that fill stores which prosper and fatten up your ass.
The fatass grabs al the power to make the rules that tie the hands which threaten to undermines the mechanism.

Round and round here we go,
It's never going to stop Ôcause nobody knows
We're spining back to the beginning,
Even the winners don't understand what they're winning.

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What the Punk Kid Saw

A smartass howling angry chants, spastic jerks in bondage pants,
Sweaty kids with fucked up hair, ugly chicks sitting on the stairs,
dingy niteclubs run by crooks, skinheads gioving menacing looks
Slogans scratched on bathroom stalls, filthy alleys with piss stained walls,

I've seen it all, I've seen enough.
Your teenage riot is an empty bluff.
I've seen it all, I've seen it before.
You can't buy revolution at the record store.

Art school poseurs in leather gear, suburban dipshits full of beer,
Prowling squad cars, flabby cops, puddles of puke on subway stops,
All night coffee shops, cigarettes, disgusted glares from Viet Nam vets,
Social outcasts, doped up bores, sleeping bags on hardwood floors,

I've seen it all, I've been there.
your punk rock lifestyle goes nowhere.
I've seen it all, I've played your game.
You think you're differrent but you're all the same.
I've seen it all, I've pulled that scam.
You don't fool me with your half-baked plan.
I've seen it all, it makes no sense.
What can you achieve with your impotence?

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Three Cheers for You

Ballot Box

The voting booth is a rotten tooth
With a painful abcess at the roots.
Election day, a pointless powerplay,
A struggle between two shades of gray.

Stuff your ballot box.
I'm pulling my nuts off the chopping block
And raising my voice.
Stuff your ballot box.
I've had enough of your poppy-cock.
I want a real choice.

This democracy is a fallacy
Driven by bold hypocrisy.
The justice scales are up for sale
Our freedom is being held without bail.

Stuff your ballot box
Up your campaign fund.

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(Don't) Listen (To (This Song))

Is it the punk rock No or the hippie Yes?
Is it the absolute truth or a tentative guess?
Whatever you may find in between these lines,
It's probably nothing more than something less.
      It isn't my design--it's what you had in mind.
      I'd never take the time to reason out your rhyme.
      I've nothing to confess under your duress.
      I refuse to take your test. I never claimed to be the best.

So don't listen to this song.
Don't clap your hands or sing along.
It doesn't matter if you look like you belong.
If you're doing everything right, then you're getting it wrong.

Is it the bleeding left or the hard-boiled right?
A time for tears or a reason to fight?
Whatever you believe to be the message you receive,
It's probably not the song that I meant to write.
      I didn't plant the seed--you grew it naturally.
      I've never felt the need to cultivate your weeds.
      I offer no insight, sublime or trite,
      Just dim candle light flickering against your endless night.

It will all seem so much clearer
When you reflect upon what you see in the mirror.
Don't worry about me, look to yourself.

Pass your judgments out your ass, try not to get it on anyone else.
Don't pay attention to these words,
Don't dig for treasures in these turds.
If you really want to stand out from the herd
Don't force your sensibility on everyone's absurd.
Don't dig for hidden treasures in these turds.

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Three Cheers for You

Three chords ring out.
Three chords ring true.
Gotta gotta get,
Get the message through.

Three chords ring out.
Three chords overdue.
Doesn't mean shit,
Cause the message is lost on you.

All three chords are falling flat.
Might as well be talking through my hat,
Cause when you get the information
You won't know what to do.

I'm like a drunk mumbling at the bar
But the message doesn't have to travel far
'Cause the songs I'm singing are for me,
They're not for you.

You may look like a teenage riot
But soon you'll be old and quiet,
The slogan stickers on your leather
Just a sticky residue.

Three chords ring out.
Three chords ring true.
Gotta gotta get,
Get the message through.

I'm just talking to hear myself speak
'Cause you're not the company I want to keep.
Your days aren't numbered,
They're already through.

Three, sour chords out.
Three, sour chords true.
Long ago,
I gave up on you.

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Businessman

Are you looking for respect and admiration?
Longing for success and a sense of freedom?
Are you filled up with a burning inspiration,
That the odds are overwhelming and you have to beat 'em?

There's a place for you and it's calling out your name.
It's screaming virtue, honor, love, fortune, and fame.
The stage is quite simple, the performance is the same,
One is just business, the other financial gain.

So come on pitch in, sign up,
There are no rules to corrupt.
We just need your participation
To assure our system's propagation.

Become a businessman,
Fill your life with busy-ness.
Become a businessman
Or we'll all be out of business.

Become a businessman,
Fill your life with busy-ness.
When you fuck your fellow man
You can say "It's just business."

Would your arm look good attached to a briefcase?
Do you want to rid success of the bothers of pursuit?
Have you practiced your laugh, perfected a poker-face?
Do you look like a liar when your lying in a suit?

If you haven't any direction, we have a place for you.
You can be a counterfeit and think yourself sincere.
Walk the path that the vain and pathless pursue,
Together the inane can all look cavalier.

So come on, there's a war to wage,
You're goal can be your gauge.
Life is simple, measured in financial gain,
When everyone participates we don't seem so insane.

Become a businessman,
Fill your life with busy-ness.
When you're an asshole
You can say "It's just business."

Become a businessman,
Fill your life with busy-ness.
Work that business plan
Because it's all...
...just business.

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Criminal

You're just a number stenciled on a plain gray shirt.
You bend your weary back to move their piles of dirt.
Your reach is hampered by those iron manacles.
Every day you slave away and never get results.

They treat you like a criminal,
They tell you "work will make you free."
Your only crime was falling for that line
And you're paying the penalty.

There's no justice in the system.
Just a no-win situation.

They locked you up for your whole life.
You get no chance to appeal.
But when you're sixty-five, if you're still alive,
They're going to offer you a deal.

They'll throw a party and everyone will pat you on the back.
You'll get a card signed by people you don't know.
You'll go home feeling useless and pass the quiet days
Eating cat food until you have a stroke
And then you die.

There's no justice in the system.
Just a no-win situation.

They sentenced you to waste your youth
Striving for someone else's gain.
You do the time and someone else will make the dime
And maybe they'll give you longer chains.

There's no justice in the system.
Just a no-win situation.

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Dumbass

You'll never see it coming,
'Cause you don't know where to look.
You're unaware that the evening's fare is you--
You're a goose about to be cooked.
If you had a chance to think it through
You still wouldn't understand.
You forgot about the bush and the other two
'Cause there's a bird sitting in your hand.

You're a dumb-ass.
You stinky thumb-ass,
Sitting there in your cubicle.
You're such a dumb-ass,
A coke and rum-ass.
Nothing ever gets through your skull
'Cause you're a dumb-ass,
A big ho hum-ass,
Every knife in your drawer is dull.
You stupid dumb-ass,
You marching drum-ass,
You're only gaining more weight to pull.

You'll never know what hit you
'Cause you just can't think that fast.
You're uninformed about the coming storm--
But you've tied yourself to the mast.
Every day is an endless stream of clues--
A string of pearls before you swine.
You can't make sense of the evidence
So bend over and wipe your mind.

Dumb-ass. . .

You'll never know your enemy
'Cause you're not real good with names.
You ain't got the suss that it's dangerous
You're a moth flying towards the flame.
And even if you can take the heat
You're still in a living hell.
Year after year with plugs in your ears,
You won't listen to what time tells you, dumb-ass.

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Misnomer

You're a collagen treatment on a stiff upper lip.
You're the cold light of reality on an acid trip.
You're a Morrisey song drowning out all the sobs.
You're the right tool but for the wrong job.

It's safe where it's familiar,
You feel like you belong.
Everybody knows your name,
But everybody's wrong.
Everybody's wrong.

You're a common misconception in a famous story.
You're the obscenity behind every cry for glory.
You're the dissapointment that follows all desire.
You're the right transmission but on the wrong wire.

Everybody's buying it,
For whatever it's worth.
No point in denying it,
It's not a lie if you believe it's true.
Some crimes are not illegal,
Especially when the jury thinks like you.

It's safe where it's familiar,
You feel like you belong.
Everybody knows your name,
But everybody's wrong.
Everybody's wrong.

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Sucker

I guess you thought that you could do your time,
Patiently wait until you reach the front of the line
And on payday you'd step up and finally get your due,
But guess what...you've got jack-shit coming to you.

I put the oatmeal in your favorite hat.
I slap the kick-me sign on your slouching back.
I'm the ultimate Lucy and you're a common Charlie Brown.
I'm always gonna' be up and you're always gonna' be down.

'Cause you're a sucker,
Forbidden-fruit plucker, just one more shit-outta'-lucker.
You're a loser,
MTV snoozer, another pitiful short-straw-chooser.
You're a lamer,
Entropy tamer, one of billions of always-the-samers.
You're a sucker,
One stupid fucker, I bend over and your lips start to pucker.

I sell your naked picture to the tabloid press.
I send all the junk mail to your current address.
I'm the slickest grifter and you're an easy mark.
I'm the enlightened one that leaves you in the dark.

'Cause you're a sucker,
Forbidden-fruit plucker, just one more shit-outta'-lucker.
You're a doper,
Mid-life-crisis-coper, You're a dangling-at-the-end-of-a-roper.
You're a nester
Starting to fester, you're a close-your-eyes-and-hope-for-the-bester.
Yeah, you're a sucker,
One stupid fucker, I bend over and your lips start to pucker.

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Today and Every Day

Today is gonna be a shitty day,
Nothing's gonna stop it from being that way.
Everybody knows it, but no one wants to say
That today is gonna be a shitty day.

Today is gonna be a disappointing drag,
There's nothing left for me in the Wizard's bag.
Don't try to get my hopes up, I'm not falling for that gag.
I know today is gonna be a disappointing drag.

Yesterday was the last day of the best part of my life.
Tomorrow is approaching like the sharp edge of a knife.
Despair is just another word for nothing left to win.
No more chance for a song and dance, let the rest of my life begin.

Today is gonna be a shitty day
If I had somewhere to go, I'd turn and run away.
No point in pretending, just face it with dismay
'Cause today is gonna be a shitty day.

Today is gonna be a shitty day.
Today and every day.

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Please Help Me

Dickhead

I hang around at seminars, conventions and retreats.
My conversation never strays from corporate balance sheets.
I'm here to make connections, I'm looking for recruits.
You can easily identify me by the nametag on my suit.

Hello, my name is Dickhead.

I'm the guy whose grip is firm when I shake your hand,
Always look you in the eye, pretend I understand.
When it comes to schmoozing, you know I'm the best.
You can easily identify me by the nametag on my chest.

Hello, my name is Dickhead.

I have the gift to see it in terms of cash and flow.
I'm not concerned with human beings, Don't care, don't want to know.
Look into my beady eyes, you'll see what I'm about.
I'll do most anything to drain your bank account:
Useless products, investment scams,
Making deals, snorting grams.
The world's an oyster, swallow it whole,
People are cherries--they're in my bowl.

I'm always up for racquet ball or going out for drinks,
And any weekend you can find me at the local links.
I'm the guy that's decked out in the most expensive gear.
You can easily identify me by the nametag that I wear.

Hello, my name is Dickhead.

So, all you poor folks struggling to make your life complete,
Think about my piles of cash and wish that you were me.
I'll be remembered along with Hearst, Trump and Gates.
You can easily identify me by my license plates.

Hello, my name is Dickhead. Dickhead 1.

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Decade of Failure

I built my own ship,
Yelled out all aboard.
Now I'm sailing on a sea of shit
And I'm my own slum lord

We have always failed,
Look at the success rate.
Our ideas have been jailed,
I don't care, I like my cellmates

Getting old and dated,
Were intoxicated.
Lookin' at the bottom of a bottle,
Life's in a skid and I'm stepping on the throttle.

Every job, done half-assed,
Lift up the toilet seat.
We're headed there full-blast,
Going down in defeat.

I'll probably die with my thumb in my ass.
Would you like to smell my thumb?
Smell the sweet smell of success.

All the failed stupid schemes.
Some say ten years is to long
To piss away in a golden stream
Makin' music that is all wrong.

You worry about the fortune and fame,
I'm setting my sights and shooting low.
The only problem is I can't aim,
What I'll hit, don't care don't know.

Start with a farewell address,
then digress.
That's the true formula
For real success.

So what if I've gone nowhere.
I don't care.
I've been there,
It's not so bad and I'm headed back again.

I'll probably die with my thumb in my ass.
Would you like to smell my thumb?
Smell the sweet smell of success.

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Homeowner

I see you everyday when you're watering the lawn.
You think that you're the white king, but you're really just a pawn.
You're shackled to a few square yards of common real estate.
You're sedated and anesthetized to prepare you for your fate.

I'm gonna pinch a big loaf on your trimmed and treated grass.
I'll use your folksy welcome mat to wipe my smelly ass.
If you think that I'm just jealous of all that you have gained,
Then you're a bigger idiot than I, at first, had ascertained.

And now you're a homeowner,
A sculptured hedge gives you a boner.
You pull weeds, spread fertilizer;
You're a landscape sanitizer.
Now you're a homeowner,
You've got one up on the junkies and stoners.
You're indentured to a national bank,
For the rest of your life you'll be turning the crank.

You started full of piss and vinegar but now you're full of sap.
Just another mindless rodent lured into their trap.
And now that you're absorbed into suburban anonymity,
You and all your neighbors have decided on a name for me.

I am your enemy.

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Time Bomb

Loosen your lips, shoot your mouth off.
Sink your own ship, tell everyone to fuck off.
Take a big shit, in the piss trough.
Before you start quit, make sure there's no pay off.

Be a time bomb!

Tighten your screws, until you blow up.
Light a short fuse, that can't wait to burn up.
Soak your head in booze, until you crack up.
Don't need or use, an excuse to act up.

Torch up your brain set it for self destruct.
Everyone and everything, can get fucked!

Kick over your clock and watch it unwind.
Remove a piece from your peace of mind.
Shit on the seat that your assigned.
Piss on the bars to the cage your confined.

Be a time bomb!

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Loser

Taking your advice, throwing it away.
Make sure I forget, you've got nothing to say.
Gonna set my goals down and walk away.
Fucking off is my work day.

You will wonder where the time went,
When all the money you saved and spent,
Cant buy you back the wasted days.

But for now call me loser.

I'm unemployed and broke,
Ripped up my time sheet.
Butthairs curling in the flame,
I'm the weak link in the chain.
Gonna set my goals down and walk away.
Fucking off is my work day.

After you've busted your ass,
And I'm dead last.
You'll hear laughing behind you
As you march to your grave.

But for now call me loser.

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You are the Enemy

This world is spinning around, going strait to hell on a nazi axis.
A dupe breeding ground, a prison where the cell's a computer that tracks us.

You're a number, in an alien's barn yard, waiting for slaughter.
In hypnotic slumber, charge up your credit card so the brand burns hotter.

So don't look around, or you might find, your in a concentration camp.
Just let them impound your weak mind as they tighten the clamp.

To yourself repeat, I am free, while you fall down a bottomless pit.
It's such a treat to be caged with no key, rolling around, in your own shit.

You are the enemy.

You'll never see the subplot, your brain's a tumor riddled by nerve gas.
A fucking robot, moron consumer, stand in line dumb ass.

Your only brain wave, a methadone broadcast on the TV.
You are a slave, a programmed clone, and you think you're free.

Because of idiots like you, freedom's for sale and I'm selling my soul.
Now I'm in jail too, I cant make bail, and I get no parole.

Your fucking credit card, and your shopping spree, is the conspiracy.
The jail guard is your stupidity and it's killing me.

You are the enemy.

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Let It Slide

Your mom is bitching,
"Why are you wasting all your time?"
Just stop listening.
Words are useless and so is time.

Grades at school
Are going down, don't look so great.
The things they teach,
It's propaganda or dead weight.

Your job sucks
can't get enough scratch to get by.
It's time to quit,
Not time to do, it's time to die.

Your girl friends whining.
What's she doing with such a lose?
Just start walking,
Love and trouble shouldn't be confused.

They're asking you to wake up and smell the coffee.
Every afternoon you just wake up and smell like shit.
Let it slide away, let it slip away.
Let it slide away, not gonna try tomorrow.
Let it slide away, try again another day.
Let it slide away, it's sliping away.

Your mom is bitching.
Why are you wasting all your time?
Just stop listening, tell her
"Words are useless and so is time."

My grades at school
Don't look so great.
Fuck the things they're teachin',
all propaganda and dead weight.

My job sucks.
I'm board, lazy and gonna crack.
I'm gonna quit.
I'll cut the rope, fuck the slack.

My girl friends whining,
She's beating my brains black and blue.
I'll just start drinkin',
Hope she's gone when I come to.

They're asking you to wake up and smell the coffee.
Every afternoon you just wake up and smell like shit.
Let it slide away, let it slip away.
Let it slide away, not gonna try tomorrow.
Let it slide away, try again another day.
Let it slide away, it's sliping away.

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Robot

0nce there was a boy, they sent him to school.
Put his mind in a lathe and made him a slave.
They kept him locked up for twelve more years.
Their institutions filled his mind with pollution.
And now he doesn't know what he's doing.
He's watching TV, he thinks the broadcast is free,
But it's draining the little soul he has left.
A price costly, indeed, for it's soul he so desperately needs.

He wants beer commercial sex and a money Þlled career.
His value's written on the checks, he hands the cashier.
For every one that he collects, his life is more unclear.
He'll never get what he expects and his soul will just disappear.

Chasing his own tail on circled tracks,
Every revolution the last nail that his coffin lacks.
The train will never derail because it's running on his slack.
But on their sliding scale he can't see what his life lacks.

So, next time you hear a Camaro's tires squeal,
Pity the zombie, glaze-eyed, behind the wheel,
For the loud shriek of rubber on the pavement is a cry for help.
It's screaming:
My life sucks, I live in hell. I'm a mindless creep.
I'm a future homeowner.
I sold my ass out cheap, I traded some of it for this car.

I'm the world's disease,
can someone help me please?
Please help me, help me please.

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U.S.A. Out of North America

You're so glad you're not a bum.
You found the prize in your happy meal.
You distance yourself from the common scum.
It's just a turn of the fortune wheel.

You pampered pets with your chewy treats,
So secure in your privileges.
You'll be cold and hungry, on the streets,
When we're blowing up your businesses.

The shopping mall will be in ruins.
You're not gonna have any cable TV.
All the banks will be dismantled.
I'm gonna run naked, laughing, through the debris.

Every thing is starting to slip.
Democracy has disappeared.
Who needs citizenship?
Hand chunks of the White House out as souvenirs!

U-S-A, I say U-S-A, I say U-S-A, out of North America!

It's top heavy, it's all gonna fall,
The structure's ready to cave in.
There's no use for an overhaul,
It's time to pull the pin.

No more rules, no more laws,
Society gets the wrecking ball.
Burn all the money
And when the smoke clears we'll have a free for all!

The shopping mall will be in ruins.
You're not gonna have any cable TV.
All the banks will be dismantled.
I'm gonna run naked, laughing, through the debris.

It's time to jump ship.
Democracy has disappeared.
Give government a pink slip
Hand chunks of the White House out as souvenirs!

U-S-A, I say U-S-A, I say U-S-A, out of North America!

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My God

My God licked your god's ass,
My God's gotta pass some gas,
My God's gotta go to work,
My God's just a fuckin' jerk.

My God is Me.
My God is Me.
I rule, I'm King,
I rule everytihing!

My God is jacked on booze,
My God is sniffin' cooze,
My God is unemployed,
My God is null and void.

My God hates you!
My God hates you!
Fuck You!
Fuck You!

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Gods 'r' Us

Back when everything began,
We lived simply off the land.
Then some power-hungry fools
Fucked us all and changed the rules.
Now look at what we've done.
We've built towers, we made guns.
Those who can't deal with the fuss,
Climb up high and shoot at us.

It's only been two million years of raising perverts, raising queers.
And it's now within our power to clone retards by the hour.
That's exactly what we need, a syndicated people seed.
Reruns of humanity, the ultimate catastrophe.

The time has passed molasses slow,
Still the cities swell and grow.
The hungry beg. The crippled plead.
The yuppies strive. The morons breed.

Genetic strands to mix-and-match,
Another brood of dupes to hatch.
An endless ciphering of traits,
To stamp out all the ones we hate.

It's only been two million years of raising perverts, raising queers.
And it's now within our power to clone retards by the hour.
That's exactly what we need, a syndicated people seed.
Reruns of humanity, the ultimate catastrophe.

All you self-important germs can take a sample of your sperm,
Squirt some nectar from your sac and make a copy of all you lack.
The future will be full of jerks who duplicated all their quirks.
So, save a little of your tissue and make damn sure no one will miss you.

A myriad of centuries
Spent struggling for our luxuries.
Push and shove, hurry up and wait,
Tumbling headlong toward our fate.
A world of bland homogeny,
A world of chosen progeny,
Ruled by small, exclusive cliques
Of icy cunts and boring dicks.

It's only been two million years of raising perverts, raising queers.
And it's now within our power to clone retards by the hour.
That's exactly what we need, a syndicated people seed.
Reruns of humanity, the ultimate catastrophe.

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Western Man

You're cruel but not unusual--a piss into a beaker,
Unintelligible gibberish blaring from the drive-thru speaker,
The harshest demonstration of the meanest law of averages.
You're cruel but not unusual, you're the idiotic savages.

You're the Marlboro Man, carcinogenic tan.
You're for Uncle Sam, your dick is in his hand.
You've got Mickey Mouse and a spy in every house.
You're the Western Man driving in your mini-van.

You're cruel but not unusual--you're a finger up the ass.
You're a banquet for a dozen kings rotting in the trash.
You're the longest conversation on the dullest point of rhetoric.
You're cruel but not unusual, you're the moron with the biggest stick.

You're the Marlboro Man, carcinogenic tan.
You're for Uncle Sam, your dick is in his hand.
You've got Mickey Mouse and a spy in every house.
You're the Western Man driving in your mini-van.

You're cruel but not unusual--rat hairs in the sausage,
Piles of poisoned fish collecting at the water's edge,
The ugliest revelation of the limits of evolution.
Cruel but not unusual, you're the dumbshit institution.

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