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BAS1C BITCH
02:36
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Waking up and go to work
I’ve got duties i can’t shirk
Walking through security
Nothing there to worry me
Listening through your phone
We’ve got agent’s in your home
Passing bodies in a jar
Visitors from afar
Shipping out to D.I.A.
Say hello to JFK
Elvis Pressly Says hey
Working for the C.I.A.
Lizard people sign my checks
Other people are objects
Drug you up with L.S.D
Covert work will set you free
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2. |
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I think it’s better this way
He says
Implying that it is a preference
A lonely taste
That he
Alone
Delights in
What he tries not to say
Is that really
He lost that fight A long time ago
“This way is easier”
No number of fists
Thrown at heads
Will change the results
Of that corner store return trip
Though he’s tried
His body lost
When his friend’s brains
Bounced off the porch
Those bones
Became old
The second
The brains bounced
From house hijacker spooked
Now He sticks To his defeated taste;
A lonely place to sleep
With a roughly
Man-shaped hole
Between walls of books
And midmorning masturbation
With war documentary covers
On one side
And a library of vinyl on the other
With a jar above it
With the dirt inside it
That soaked the blood
Of his last friend
IT FEELS GOOD TO BE THE KING
SO… GOOD...
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3. |
SLAPPER
02:40
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Come on boys
Join your friends
You can see
Where the world
Ends
Sign right up
On that line
You’ll be back
By Christmas
Time
Hoo ha hoo hee
March to the front and better stay in time
There’s a bullet for you if you fall out of line
Hoo ha hoo hee
Drown them like rats as if in fire or lime
If we’re lucky when we hit them they will choke while they dine
Hoo ha hoo hee
Another hundred go with every booming sound
But that’s just life when you’re living underground
Rats and traps and gas and bombs
Boil in a crater till they scream for their moms
Over the top better hit the ground running
Better hope your mates don’t stop their gunning
Boom goes the bombs to lay down the shrapnel
Up come machine guns to sweep up the cattle
Put that trench shovel right into their spine
That’s what they get for keeping the line
Another hundred go with every booming sound
But that’s just life when you’re living underground
I’m not in my head
All my friends are dead
They taught us to keep them distracted
Gunshot wounded or wire tied disemboweled
They taught us keep them talking
As we removed our .45
And the exit wound removed their face
It was a blessing to send our friends
Away from this place
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4. |
Post Slap
02:01
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Packed bags ammo cans we’re out to have some fun
Empty beds and open doors once the job is done
Sweep the hall pull the trigger hope you cleaned your gun
What a day what a day to make the children run
Go to school every day every day is dread
Suck it up carry on because it’s in your head
No more mana from where the crowd has fed
So my only choice is to make the children dead
You america are the reason your children are dead
Moan and mourn over the seeping holes
that the bullets left on that young corpse
But it doesn’t matter for shit
whether you cauterize or sew the wound
Where the guns are
Or where they should be
Will never forgive where they’ve been
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5. |
DR0N3
05:14
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It’s like shaking a pack of cigarettes
That you hope
Has at least two sticks left
Because you don’t get paid
Until Thursday
And you have no idea
What day it is anyways
But the snow is falling
And it’s going to be a long night
Born nascent to a world
That’s holding a bill
For you to pay in it’s fetid hands
You don’t remember
Where you were walking
Or if there was
A destination
To begin with
Even your foot prints
Disappeared ages ago
As the snow falls
They say they say they say they say
This and that
About generations
As if they existed
Just junk from the jingo-junkies
Cannibal bile as they feed
They hate these disaffected youth
And hate always makes sense
Right?
I am a disaffected youth
Hate always makes sense
Right?
The real question
That fits between
The damp paper
Of your last waning cigarette
Is whether you are
running too
Or from
The american dream has
Never been anything more
Than a commercial
at the super bowl
But the further you go
The colder it gets
And stopping now
Would mean a much longer stay
Than intended
Our dreams are made of the world
We want the world that we see
And we see the whole world
So long as we pay for our dreams
SO ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH
LOOKING FOR RICHES
We found your coin but you stole our gods
While we were out scrounging
The machine gun killed our heroes
And they never returned home
I look for the real and true in their absence
But i don’t argue with soldiers
And their clandestine chorus amen
I’m looking for saints and find tyrants
Only tyrants can’t stand a fool
And we’re all fools
They hate what they see
and hate always makes sense right?
Makes sense
Makes sense
Makes sense
Sense is absurd
And we want it
I want and see
I see and want
I don’t want to want
One life is a tragedy
A million is a statistic
Out of eight billion
So you might as well
Continue down the streets
As they lose their shape
And try not to lose yours with them
Lest the fresh snow round you out
Bite the bullet
Keep walking
Bite the bullet
And eat every sopping drop
Of bullshit
And it tastes like your dreams
And smells like the zeitgeist
Who gave them to you for christmas
So crawl if you must
The snow and cold can fuck off
For another night
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6. |
don't be evil
03:32
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It’s something called game theory
Economics
Evolutionary synthesis
When one active agent
Is willing to do things
That others won’t
You call that
An advantage
And over time
You will find
Many advantages
So don’t be evil
Or no one will stop you
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7. |
SP1T S0AK
10:05
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Pack your bags
Dirt and rags
Get away get away
Flip your switch
Run that glitch
Get away get away
Hungry beast
Sweat and blood
Get away get away
You can’t stop
Reap your crop
Get away get away
Petrify
Steal and lie
Get away get away
Catastrophe
Let me be
Get away get away
Flip your switch
Run that glitch
Get away get away
Pack your bags
Dirt and rags
Get away get away
We have a place for people like you
We'll throw you in the stew
And have you do
All the things we don’t want to
Make all of them shoo
We have schemes to brew
Maybe we’ll start a cew
Paint the fields with hue
Of all the carcass dew
Then hide it from view
With the twist of our screw
Plow the lands anew
And I’ll give you a clue
We want to do it with you
Pack your bags
Dirt and rags
Get away get away
Flip your switch
Run that glitch
Get away get away
Train you up
Tear you down
You’ll burn the ground
Go play
stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Come on back
Now your cracked
Neck snap
Chop and hack
Ransack
Hijack
Ha ha ha ha
Now you've learned
Now you yearn
For your time
To play
Now your back
Now your cracked
Neck snap
Chop and hack
Ransack
Hijack
Ha ha ha ha
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8. |
SWEAT [manic]
02:58
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Why don’t you try it?
Put it on for size
I know you can but it
I can see it in your eyes
Just say hello
I promise it won’t bite
It’s just your own shadow
Get ready for a fight
All of your profit goes to feeding the scum
Just stick it in you can guide it with your thumb
Margins get closer pull your belt in tight
We’re going to tear you up just out of sheer spite
Tell me now
Tell me have i made it daddy now
Pull a little tighter daddy now
Unbeknown
You know that you have made it ‘cause you’re sleeping all alone
Why don’t you
Why don’t you
Why don’t you
Unbeknown
You know that you have made it ‘cause you're sleeping all alone
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9. |
BRAIN
03:20
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You have to get them while they’re young
Before their brains get too thick
You have to get them while they're young
While their brains are still plastic
Keep them spinning
From the car to the grave
We’ll show them what to buy
On their way to the rave
You have to get them while they’re young
Before their brains get too thick
You have to get them while they're young
While their brains are still plastic
Show them what to do
Tell them how to be
So long as we can suck up
All that young money
You have to get them while they’re young
Before their brains get too thick
You have to get them while they're young
While their brains are still plastic
Teach you what to buy
Tell you what to think
Tell how you want to smell
Convince you that you stink
You can feed us all your young
We’ll find them their own clique
You have to get them while they’re young
Cut them to the quick
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