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Ballot Box
01:22
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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 poppycock.
I want a real choice.
This democracy is a fallacy
Driven by bold hypocrisy
The justice scales are up for sale
And our freedom is being held without bail.
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 poppycock.
I want a real choice.
Stuff your ballot box
Up your campaign fund.
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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
Is it 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
If you reflect upon what you see in the mirror.
Don’t worry about me, look to yourself.
Pass your judgments out your ass and try not to get it on anyone else
Don’t pay attention to these words
Don’t dig for hidden treasure in these turds
If you really want to stand out from the rest of the herd
Don’t force your sensibility on everyone’s absurd.
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3. |
Three Cheers For You
01:43
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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 trough 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 your 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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4. |
Businessman
03:18
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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 will all be out of business.
Become a businessman,
Fill your life with busy-ness.
And 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.
And 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 every one 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
02:28
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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 full penalty.
There's no justice in the system.
It's just a no-win situation.
They locked you up for your whole life
And 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.
It's 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.
It's just a no-win situation.
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Dumbass
02:30
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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.
Even 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.
Dumbass, You stinky thumb-ass.
Sitting there in your cubicle.
You're such a dumbass, A coke and rum-ass.
Nothing ever gets through your skull.
'Cause you're a dumbass, A big ho hum-ass,
Every knife in your drawer is dull.
You stupid dumbass, 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.
Dumbass. . .
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 will tell you,
Dumbass.
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Misnomer
01:55
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You’re a collagen treatment on a stiff upper lip.
You’re the cold light of reality on an acid trip.
You’re a Morrissey song drowning out the sobs.
You’re the right tool but for the wrong job.
But it’s safe where it’s familiar. You feel like you belong,
And everybody knows your name, but everybody’s wrong.
You’re a common misconception in a famous story.
You’re the obscenity behind every cry for glory.
You’re the disappointment that follows all desire.
You’re the right transmission but on the wrong wire.
Everyone’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,
And everybody knows your name, but everybody’s wrong.
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Sucker
01:34
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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.
Yeah 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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9. |
Today And Everyday
01:17
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Today is going to be a shitty day
'Cause nothing's gonna' stop it from being that way.
Everybody knows it, but no one wants to say
That today is going to be a shitty day.
Today is going to be a disappointing drag
'Cause 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 end of a knife.
Despair is just another word for nothing left to win.
No more chance for song and dance, let the rest of my life begin.
Today is going to be a shitty day.
If I had somewhere to go, I'd turn and run away.
There's no point in pretending, just face it with dismay
'Cause today is going to be a shitty day.
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