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Ludlow
04:45
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Unspeakable assaults linger in our nation’s shadow
Sixty six dead by murders, beatings, shots
Blood on the hands of the rapacious despots
A child named Frank Snyder met his death at ten years old
A bullet through his skull, by his father we are told
The Constitution written by the rich and the white
For a just, equal America, we must prepare to fight
So what fuels the motives, agendas, and demands?
You must know your history to truly understand
Brainwashed by propaganda in our middle school textbooks
Omissions, lies, and genocide by systematic crooks
Attica, New York, 1971
Twenty nine murdered by the chosen son
Broken, bloody bodies scattered through this vicious scene
Reformists falling victim to the capitalist machine
To be seen as human beings, not a difficult request
Such notions vilified by the mainstream news and press
Like father, like son, G-Dub Bush and J.D. Rock
All spawns of Machiavelli, bred by lion and the fox
Unions are coalescing to form a better lifestyle
Fighting for their country, unlike the army rank-and-file
The killers for the state are never put on trial
One nation under avarice, all living in denial
What ever happened to democracy?
Merely an illusion outside of the aristocracy
Freedoms are not given, they are taken
But only when the power structure is shaken
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2. |
Smile (For The Camera)
02:46
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Equality's among us
So the textbook said
Have you read the news this evening
Another little boy dead
Lying in the concrete
Seven shells in his chest
And the murderer's a hero
With a bullet proof vest
We interrupt
This biased news polling
Better slap on your make up
Motherfucker, we're rolling!
Smile for the camera
While you're killing that man
Better haul away the body
Just as fast as you can
Cause the whole world is watching
And all eyes are on you
The streets are painted crimson
By the white boys in blue
Social policy is written
Through the barrel of a gun
But no Goliath in Armani threads
Could ever stop the revolution
Security is thy name
But conquest is thy game
Now we've pulled away the curtain
And you ought to be ashamed
Old Jim Crowe's a-lurkin'
With a thirteen-knot in his hand
A prime time televised interview
And a nice retirement plan
On the rotting bones in Ferguson
The war hawks salivate
Saluted for your services
We do appreciate
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I've been wandering, wishing, and waiting my whole damn life
And I still am
Nothing but disappointment countless times
There's joy between the lines but
I'm fucked and I know it
I'm fucked and I know it
I deny all this shit that happens to me
I try to walk away as if there's somewhere else that I should be
Do I even exist beyond these walls, white or grey, or whatever they may be?
I've never felt so lost in such a familiar place
And lost and we all know it
And fucked and you know it
I deny all this shit that happens to me
I try to walk away as if there's somewhere else that I should be
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4. |
Punk As Shit
02:26
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My Mohawk and my dick will never be the longest
The studs in my jacket will never be the sharpest
The tempo in my songs will never be the fastest
With six strings and the truth, Woody Guthrie could kill fascists
I may not be punk as fuck, cause I'm only punk as shit
But I'll keep writing music, long as this world makes me sick
I'm not quite a bastard, but I'm not a noble man
In between the saints and sinners, we just do the best that we can
We used to fear the monsters under our beds
That line's been used before, but that does not make it invalid
Into our cognition, they've manifested
And if you listen closely, you can hear them fucking again
I may not be punk as fuck, cause I'm only punk as shit
There's far more to society than we'd all like to admit
Every local punk scene is a strong community
There's a fucking revolution, and it's made of folks like you and me
I've shed tears on my greatest day
I have laughed on rather shitty days
Every song that I write, they all sound the same
Repeating melodies echo in my rotten brain
My words may not make any sense to you
They mean the world to me, and that's all I came to do
It doesn't matter if you misconstrue
Without them I'd be dead, and buddy that's the fuckin' truth
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5. |
Red State Deity
03:05
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I heard that Jesus Christ is the CEO of Halliburton
Some say he was a loving man, but no one knows for certain
Some say he was a carpenter, some say a socialist
But he seems more like the spokesman for the red state iron fist
Jesus stood near the shoreline
Pumping oil into the sea
While he could have turned the ocean into white wine
He decided to serve BP
He trained his neighbors to be fishermen
But all the fish were dead
So he served them all GMO processed beef
And diet coke instead
I saw Jesus walk
Into a local mosque
With an M16 rifle in his hand
As he fired off fifty shots
When the police finally took him away
They gave him a bullet proof vest
They slapped him high fives and told him "good job"
And that maybe he should get some rest
Jesus Christ, the card carrying NRA member
Duck Dynasty lookin' hillbilly Dodge Ram driver
Confederate flag and "Support our troops" bumper sticker
Flipping homeless veterans the middle finger
Isn't it convenient how your god is just like you?
Sharing your same rhetoric and acting how you do
How he shares your hazel eyes and Caucasian complexion
With a chip on his shoulder, as he removed the boulder
After the resurrection
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Three cups of coffee
And a corporate grave
You’re a rich man’s bitch
And a loan shark’s slave
The land of opportunity
At your expense
Where there’s no trophy wife
And no white picket fence
A reckless, ticking time bomb
On a lifelong losing streak
Dilapidated skeleton
Who hasn’t slept in weeks
A smokescreen in her lungs
Crusted blood drips from her eyes
Wasting time, standing in line
Waiting to fucking die
Twelve hour day
And a minimum check
No appreciation
And no respect
Cash crop automaton
Making a buck
Lining the pockets
Of a fat old fuck
There’s an office with no windows
And it looks a lot like hell
The man in the corner cubicle
He keeps only to himself
Misery and desperation
Manifest in his head
His face on the front page headline
And his whole damn floor is dead
Mother always told me
To be kind and listen
Father always told me
To mind my own business
So I smile and nod my head
When the venom leaves your tongue
I may just catch some lead
If I can’t deduce the sums
Three cups of coffee
And a corporate grave
You’re a rich man’s bitch
And a loan shark’s slave
Stuck in the cement
Of the path you pave
The mislead souls
That the Keurig saves
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7. |
Living Syndrome
02:48
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We're designed to fail
Living in each others' dreams
Trying to get this message to send
Wishing it could all stay the same
But I know how every line will end
I used to believe in myself and others
But that old heart is dead and gone
It's gone, gone
Gone with all my dreams
We've spent half our lives
Searching for this divide
And now it's gone
Gone with every memory I ever loved
This is where your prayers could go
If you had any left to say
This is where my prayers would go
If I had any left to pray
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8. |
Puzzle Piece
01:40
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I know we've been fucking around
22 years has gone by so fast
That don't mean much to you
I am a puzzle piece that just don't fit
I'll find you in metaphors
Or at Strabuck's
I'd go anywhere
I've been high for so long
I've been sober in the darkest of days
That don't mean much to you
I am a puzzle piece that just don't fit
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I'm merely a conduit
A rat trapped in a vat of shit
Revel in this ravenous display
Sinning, grinning
Watch the world spinning
I wouldn't have it any other way
This host is of no specific relevance
How does it feel to be insignificant?
While you're alive (you're alive)
Did you see the world outside?
Or did it just look good on a résumé
When you die (when you die)
You will be quantified
Dehumanized, stripped of your pride in the obituary
You're the centerpiece
Of a laugh track
For the greatest joke ever told
When the credits fade
And there's no applause
Everybody goes back home
Who remains at your resting place
But the vultures and the crows
And it will be the greatest peace
A man could ever know
Maybe in the next life, you'll be fuckable enough
Maybe on the other side, you'll earn your daddy's love
Maybe if you wish real hard, your friends will never leave
But that's an awful lot of bullshit to believe
So why don't you try to believe in yourself?
Why don't you try?
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10. |
High Fives
02:17
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My best friends, they are musicians
I read their words every damn day
You know I fear for their well-being
In a chronic state of decay
Every letter serves a purpose
And every line cuts to the bone
Remind my friends how much I love them so
Cause they may just be writing their suicide note
And I don't mind
The hugs and high fives
But a "hey man, how you doing?"
Would be really fucking nice
Cause this is how we bleed
And this is how we cry
Believe it or not
You've all saved my life
My life has found a sense of meaning
For that, I'm truly fortunate
Behind this hope, illuminating
Hatred rots my heart more than I care to admit
Bloodshot eyes fixate the ceiling
Contriving plans to end it all
Wake up today, who knows the difference?
No one will believe you til they've seen those paper scars
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11. |
To An End
03:20
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12. |
Death Waltz Pt 1
03:03
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40 years doesn't seem like much when you've seen it in half
It's turned days into months and months into hours and minutes disappear
I'll believe in myself when hell freezes over
And it looks like hell's coming faster and faster as the devil just sits and laughs
Tracing the lines of your notebook
Just to see where you've been
Follow your trail through the depths of hell
Which stole my dearest friend
Inching closer and closer
With each song that I write
I'm truly not convinced
That I can win this fight
And the show goes on
Once when I was young
My heart was filled with love
Since that cold December day
I am hate and disgust
And there ain't nothing left
In these desperate, shitty breaths
Failure is the trademark
I've finally learned to accept
I've painted my eyes red trying to read into all of my own mixed signals
It's so fucking depressing when you're the one you wanna kill the most
And if I could live just one more time, I would live a million more lives
A hundred and one more times
And the show goes on
Choking on guilt
Sucking down liquor
Another day dead
Just a little bit sicker
The life of the party
Is the death of himself
Suicide notes
Collect dust on the shelf
In the waltz to the grave
There ain't no way out
Writing in blood
Cause it's all we know how
Stringing sentences
Into sentient songs
Sobbing in the bathroom
While the show goes on
And the show goes on
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