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O.K.F.M.D.O.A.Witness a jaded townGot some champagne for a forty ounce frown I've worked my theories through Already half dead and nothing more to lose Forget now what we've got
Come on, kill the lights with troublemake
Why wake up in the past
I saw it coming now it happens all the time
#51 Dick ButkusMother said i can't listen to Radio HavanaAnd i read with a flash light late that night on these North side streets try avoiding the lights Try avoiding any type of political fight So alone are all these "new deal" homes It can't only matter what you know But how you let your anger show Harold Washington in a garter-belt and stockings Father wasn't picking sides But dog-eared pages gave clues to the thoughts inside The black sheep prince bowed for the crown today Tried keeping things quiet, tried keeping things still Tried keeping this conscience from an honest chill Can tradition settle in like rust? The record knows so let it show That desperate is as clever does Harry Carry making sick off Clark Street Welcome to my 588-2300 empire. It's A Fine Line Between The Monkey And The RobotSpend a day trying to sum it up with one quotationSpend a lifetime as a model of the phrase Modern man automated to withhold our thoughts with hesitation Life of redundancy with single mind and double face And I got to wonder where such a small man got so much hate Got our own opinions but don't throw them on the open floor Get lost in repition and don't want to hear them anymore Thousands of us dead today, thousands went unfed today And all we talk about's the fucking weather Got your fingers in your ear because you're heard it all before Roll your eyes as if there's nothing left to say Here it is nothing's changing and I think that's something We can not ignore Dismiss your boredom Because I won't be what you became Life's so happy over there on the sidelines And that's where you'll stay Got out own opinions but don't throw them on the open floor Get lost in repition and don't want to hear them anymore Thousands of us dead today, thousands went unfed today And all we talk about's the fucking weather And I'll keep singing the same songs I'm sorry if you're bored now But i can't understand spending life ignoring The other side of the story. Portrait Of The Artist As A Fucking AssholeCould this be the end? Alert the mediaHoller out message sent, and pass the bottle now I'll wreck today not unlike the way you saw me yesterday I'll wreck today and double over laughing with the pain Check those fears at the door and hang around a while I'll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns Is this a question of what fell or just a statement of what sells And can anyone really say there's no free drinks in hell? I'm neither poet nor a babysitter But I got a guitar and a way to kill an hour now I got no fucking pity for the fools who broke their eyes Trying to break a whole culture down to size Check those fears at the door and hang around a while I'll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns Is this a question of what fell or just a statement of what sells And can anyone really say there's no stiff drinks in hell? This national chemistry, it's bigger than you and me While fighting for control now have we lost touch with who we are Do you lover telling your war stories while hiding your scars? Twenty One Said Three Times QuicklyPast ten and i start to lose my sightSix hours gone, two fisting Try to talk but nothing comes out right Try to make it work tommorow Yesterday we were barely in command Full of dumb ideas, like children I blinked and the world had dropped my hand Don't let it show but I'm stumbling Now I've lost track of the things that I once knew
I've got no will to move ahead
Super Powers Enable Me To Blend In With MachineryIt's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this busBack to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust But there's something about this city's grey That seems to say all there is to say Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent Faking loyalty and getting paid Fuck them all. She keeps the variety section and gives the rest to me She says she remembers when buses were nicer "There's no dignity in plastic seats" But there's something about the way she said "The only good boss is one that's dead" There broad shoulders giggled all over the bus And work ethics crumbled into "them and us" Fuck them all. And all the specters of the work place Turned from effigy back to reality And yeach I wish it was that simple To think a belly laugh is really all we need But it's the slow decay of the day to day That says take your pay check, accept your place And face away But there was dignity in plastic seats that day. DoublewhiskeycokenoiceSome times it's simplenet things that make it hardSpoiled baby tee's with credit cards Overtime always on my mind Could have beens eating away inside now Praise God and pass the bottle of Beam Because tonight I can't seem to say what I mean Don't know if I would even if I could, Amen. Somehow this seems like borrowed time Pay it no mind, Everything is find But sometimes I'd rather hear laughter While this whole place died. A Johnny Jump-Up is a lovely thing A pint of cider and some whiskey I had four dead inside of me Just to hear this jack-ass sing his line about How he used to hang out somewhere "back in the day" Knowing terms only an asshole would say So I sat there drinking more Thinking about drinking more Nelson Algren came to me And said clebrate the ugly things The beat up side of what they call pride Could be the measure of what they call pride Could be the measure of these days God save Otis Redding because I know he's never gone As sick falls from this mouth hear me sing it wrong Is it "cigarettes and coffee" now or dreams to be remebered I'll leave regrets for dead and sing along So I'm reaching for the phone, I don't want to be alone I want to get some friends ehre tonight I got a basement full of booze and some blues to lose I'll ignore the whole world tonight It will be alright. Super Models Don't Drink Colt 45They know you've got nothing to loseBecause if you'd had a chance you would've lost that too Dazzled by the image of the self-made man They hold out shiny things and then they slap your hand It's not what you are, it's not what you do It is what you've got and who you'll screw Your boot straps were broken before you arrived Throw my hands up at this world sometimes
Style is the bait put your hand in your pocket
You watch the images on your t.v.
Throw my hands up at this world sometimes
Sit back, don't worry about nothing
Shut Your Little Trap, IncI know it's hard to believe but part of me was scared to leaveThey were so concerned with what I deserved They never thought about what I'd need And I know my friends from high school Are dropping my name because they think it's so cool That I'm caught in a cage match run by the state With middle-aged men whispering softly about rape Where does this leave me, where should I go Trapped with worse evils than I've ever known Think of what you had seen when you were sixteen Then think of me Now I'm just a guy who's got half his time to go
Mosh For JesusA vague expression and a silent motiveTo take this shithole by the fucking throat And then it's on our hands And that's how the new world began A passing phrase of quiet indignation A molotov to start the conflagration 'Til we've lost our voice we'll make a joyful noise A penny for your treason Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom The world is feeling twice as cold today And there's no more disguising it's decay All this shit I gotta believe it was an accident A random chance Ignorance, intolerance abounding How could this be a part of any greater plan A new Discussion of an age old question An age old method of towards a new direction When the going's tough We'll bite the hand that feeds Break the fist that abuses Be the voice of truth in a world so truthless And juvenile, a stab in the back with a smile. Handmade Hard Times Handed BackI was just kid when I gound out how cruel the world could beFaded pictures from forgotten times of endless misery I lit a candle but i could not know why We didn't talk about it anymore, the page already turned Of all the things they had tried to teach Indifference is what I learned "Light a candle and you have done all you can" Well I've watched as blind eyes turned away again And seen iron wrought convictions as they've bent Want to believe that it's not on your hands So easy to pretend there's someone else who gives a damn So easy, but so hard to forget You can change the channel but it doesn't change the end It looks like business as usual again Drowned in your culture of "peace" You turn your back to the "beast" It's so easy to do So easy. "Honey, I Shit The Hot Tub"Watch the could form outside my windowI light another as the city goes grey Face the whirlwind with a polite smile Resist the motion of self righteous crusades Some of the other live for deprivation
The right sight but the wrong kind of vision
I faced a thousand attitudes like this one before
The Great American Going Out Of Business SaleWe were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't konwIf I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties A history that's really not your own Is freedom just a privelege of hatred guaranteed is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't wan to see? Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white and black eyes forever Somewhere South of respect tonight This tension's wrapped up nice and tight The static's felt but never makes a sound A man finds nothing left to eat Another sells his body for a place to sleep As Klansmen flood a conference hall downtown This t.v. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes This job is your achievement, this Bible is your pride Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white and black eyes forever I think of a story my father told me about a fella he know in The Army The Pentagon traded him checks for both his legs "Fuck the States" was the last that Father heard he had said Still it's said that this war was won Well I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks I have a mouth that speaks and God damn it will Because I've had enough of all this shir about "making do" "Playing ball" " the way things are" and "dealing with it" Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is I'm not into making excuses And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless. |
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