1. |
Urban Sprawl
04:21
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Take your money and lock your doors
Let the warning shots warn although they'll warn no more
Yeah, they're coming up roses with a master plan
Swingin' bullet-proof Bibles in their steady hands
They sing "this is my land and it's your land too"
But they'd be damned if they shared it with you
So ya came out teething from the master race?
Slap a yellow smile on your plaster face
They said you're gonna go far with your rotten soul
Cause you can sell it for a spine and a hollow skull
You've got real balls...
They sing "this is my land and it's your land too"
But they'd be damned if they shared it with you
These fuckers wear targets the size of their guns
But the blame is the same for everyone
This land is my land, this land is your land
So now they march to the feilds so they can be alone
At the end sits a palace made of marble stone
Torches up to show they don't think twice
Too bad we're passed out dreaming of a better life
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2. |
Nü Wave
02:52
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We were searching for God, turns out God is a girl
I'll clutch my facade and you can clutch your pearls
Don't tread on me, just a beta fiend
Don't spit on me, don't shit on me
I've got the money, I've got the power
Every minute of every hour
Yeah, I've got something you don't have
I wanna wear a pair of dark sun glasses
Then maybe I won't feel like such a saddist
I wanna know what I want, I wanna know how to get it
I got that special blood and I wanna defend it
I wanna be like Elvis
I've got the money, I've got the power
I'm a marauder, a fucking coward
But I've something you don't have
I've got the money, I've got the privilege
Same cherade, except it's vintage
It's rock and roll, it's rock and roll
Shock and troll, flock and fold
It's rock and roll, fuck rock and roll
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3. |
The Purple Pill You Love
03:44
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If only a man could bleed for free
But a razor blade costs $2.83
With any luck you might fall through the floor
But would the ground below cost two dollars more?
"Take me in your wing
Tell me what you like
Talk about God til your face turns white
Teach me how to swim
Teach me how to read
If only a man could bleed
But Godammit, don't preach"
If only a man could get high for free
But a holy water bath costs $2.83
If he gave a fuck he might kick in the door
Would the room inside cost two dollars more?
"Take me in your wing
Tell me what you like
Talk about God til your face turns white
Teach me how to swim
Teach me how to read
If only a man could bleed
But Godammit, don't preach"
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4. |
Choke
02:47
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I can see everyone
With lazer eyes set to stun
Don't stare, don't breath
Don't speak for me
No dice for prying eyes
Just Christ, must be nice
You're stale, you don't think
You just choke and shrink
Would you like to come down to the show?
Would you bring everyone that you know?
Lock lips in concrete limosenes
Are you sad enough to marry me?
Dopple gangs everywhere
Fuck 'em man, they don't care
You're no good, Ponyboy
You're just someone's golden toy
What's fixed is broke and waits to choke
A cosmic joke for simple folk
Can I reside in your grand bungaloo?
We can wrap are a tree, make home
Two wrongs make a right, the a noose
Guess I'm sad enough to marry you
Self destruct all you want but they don't stop for anyone
Would you like to come down to the show?
Would you bring everyone that you know?
Lock lips in concrete limosenes
Are you sad? Well marry me
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5. |
Rummy
03:16
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Penny for your pitty
We were sittin' pretty
So I just kept walking along
Stop talk about heaven
Quit falling on your weapon
And find yourself a new block
Penny for your pitty
We were sittin' pretty
So I just kept walking along
There's hate from me to you
But I wasn't listening, no one was listening
Get ready, it's a survival tournament
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6. |
Good Clean Fun
03:17
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Open pocket, ransom letter, reads like Shakesphere, maybe better
You can be like all the others, passing tests with flying colors
Lip service has its fun but the boy gets bored without his gun
Shoot an eye out, maybe two, I'd keep away if I were you
Rat king of your dreams
Legendary super freak
Wear your skin and lift your feet
Hole up in a dumpster fire
Find a trophy to admire
You can be what you desire
It's good clean fun
Blind submission keeps me safe, this sitting duck is well behaved
When you're on I'll pass a kiss, making love to this abyss
Bread and butter, did I stutter? Here's a word to make you shudder
I don't know, I don't care, I'd fold and take you anywhere
Rat king of your dreams
Legendary super freak
Your pious skin is growing weak
Hole up in a dumpster fire
Pass the candy through a wire
Message read: God damns a liar
It's good clean fun
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Matrimony suffragette
A television silhouette
It's bedtime in a neighbirhood
Where you can live the way you should
Candy-coated sugar sex left you choking on your cigarette
Sold to you, this great excess, a picket fence and second best
You have arrived
Where we bring you the latest blood and guts
All the time
Wearing stripes to save your neck
There ain't no shane in second best
It's bedtime in a house of bricks
Where you can live the way you wish
Just try and act more surprised, make some room for prying eyes
While anyone can lust for blood, this crystal ball is fucking up
If your are not there
To bring us the latest blood and guts
All the time
Clear the situation room
They've gone dancing on another tomb
Rain check for a dinner date
That came around a little late
Shame there's not a better way, down the Great American Promenade
Call it an isle if you will, your escort's stalling, standing still
You have arrived
Where bring you the latest blood and guts
All. The. Time.
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8. |
Window Shopper
02:06
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Star spangled namesake
Waving for the rat race
Heaven is a clean slate
When you worship the police state
Put your money where your ass is
Fucking with the masses
Hey Mrs. Onasis,
Show me greener grasses
Insult informs injury?
You would've killed the holy trinity
Preaching with a torn vest
Suffocate the unrest
Operation: Know Best
Your fashion is a conquest
Cursing up a blue streak
Summer gave them cold feet
Found another bad seed
Kicking in the back seat
Dance, fucker, dance
Keep up if you can
But the thunderclap babies are too sly to understand
Hey Mother Teresa
Does heaven need a visa?
She says "Get yourself in order
There's barbed wire on the borders"
Why you run the border?
Why you own my border?
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9. |
Jab Cross
01:45
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Conditional agreement
The ordinary blues
Provisional appeasement, the bureacracy is truth
Is it enough to save your ass?
So you won't burn in hell?
The politician laughs as he takes some for himself
I wanna be a lawyer
I wanna be a saint
I wanna crucify my virtue, sell my soul, and masterbate
I think that we
We can form a truce
You can hate me and I will hate you too
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10. |
Three Penny Banger
02:27
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You're a man without a country, you're a man without a home
You're a man with bloodshot eyes, you're a man with broken bones
Searching for a feeling that you don't wanna know
A man without a country, a man without a home
You are a poor man's sherade, you are a renegade saint
You caught the fever from hell, you are a cry for help
Searching for an answer that you don't wanna hear
The city never sleeps while it's ringing in your ears
It's all you'll ever be
You're a man without a country, you're a man without a home
You're a man with bloodshot eyes, you're a man with broken bones
Searching for a feeling that you don't wanna know
A man without a country, a man without a home
It's all they ever see
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11. |
Budget Cuts
03:04
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I got roses in my hair
I got crosses on my lips
But don't complain to me
If there's nothing you can give
Tell it on the hill
We're gonna have a feast
You know, Jesus ate with shills
Packing heat around their feet
It's the holocaust of saints
This is armageddon's dream
Say a name and wait
Buying, selling in our sleep
They'll cut you up for keeps
But don't bleed upon the floor
Cause when they see your name
They'll come knocking on your door
It's high time I let you down
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12. |
Elder Shark
03:29
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And we'll all believe just for today
That we were more than lies we make
We'll take our skin off while we wait
And laugh at all the friends we made
And I'll never look you in the eyes
Of all the people passing by
Of all the ways to make you smile
Their lies will fuck you for a mile
Of all the things you've come to hate
Don't let your whole world permeate
All in all, it was too late
Here we are to lacerate
Of all the many ways to choke
You had to let the whole world go
Everybody needs to know
Tell them all we're coming home
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