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Hamburger’s Ketchup Christ
Martyred on the wall of your office
Suffer for your art
A flagellate for self improvement
Or is it self abuse?
Nagging thoughts of wasted effort
Sacrifice for what
Obligation vs. purpose
How can you even tell
Take pride in
What you love
Under the rock of every story
Conflict crawls in the dirt
Compelled to find meaning in opposition
You’ll find what you’re looking for
Smelling farts or smelling roses
Anything to clear the air
Deny them
Don’t let them own your soul
Excruciation isn’t the purpose
It’s just the means to an end
We can’t solve human suffering
Just not be defined by it
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Parade of the Homophobes
01:45
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Parade of the Homophobes
Some chicken and some fries and
Religious enterprise
Feed your fat to politicians greedy eyes
Who are you to tell me
What is and is not pure
Stay outta my pants and
I’ll stay outta yours
Parade of the homophobes
Hatred in the drive-thru line
You say you’re not one of them
But you’re just as guilty in my mind
Society complained and now
You changed your tune
With $5 million gone and
You paid the devil’s due
You can’t undue damage
That you have wrought
We won’t forget and we can’t be bought
Parade of the homophobes
So proud to show how little you care
Contributions made en masses
The damage has been done
And you can’t take it back
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Get Shot
01:22
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Get Shot
If you’re gonna wear a hoody
You might get shot
I wish it wasn’t true, but a lie it’s not
If you’re gonna wear a hoody
You might get shot
If ya got dark skin
You might get shot
Why are these cops so ready to shoot
I wish it was a lie but, it’s the truth
Some of these cops
Are gonna get shot
If you’re a cop
Who doesn’t think you deserve to get shot
Well…
You might wanna bust some dirty cops
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Jelly of the Month Club
There’s nothing like being treated like you’re nothing
There’s nothing like the feeling of being pissed on
Never appreciated, always feeling denigrated
I’m goddamn sure I know my own worth
Now it seems like shit is piling higher
Forget about that pot, knee deep in fire
The pressure builds, we all get steamed
Another fuck up another ass is reamed
If I had a chance I’d walk right outta this Hell
They know we’re stuck, no place to go
Lucky to have 40 hours or so
Just wish that they wouldn't rub my nose in it
Taking advantage of the situation
Under their thumb, or under the gun
Not much of a choice now is it
I’m one of many easily forgotten
The carrot on the stick is half-rotten
Another fuck up you’re out the door
That’s more fresh blood out on the floor
I’m goddamn sure I’m worth more than this
Taking advantage of the situation
Under their thumb, or under the gun
Taking advantage of the situation
Financial ruin or self destruction
Not much of a choice now is it
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Monstrocity
01:51
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Monstrocity
Their faces are scarred and half decayed
Yet they’re sipping iced tea and lemonade
Natural they act as if nothing is wrong
I can’t understand I’ve been up for too long
Gore film fright fest playing in my dream
Too damn surreal for the silver screen
This isn’t what I see when I look in the mirror
When their eyes see me, their eyes show fear
I am the monster in their paradise
I am the monster, in their eyes
I lurk in the shadows, I watch how they move
Not a care in the world with nothing to lose
But the children can sense me,
They know that I’m there
A secret boogeyman for their childhood dares
I look like your brother or maybe your dad
But to them I’m a ghoul that they can’t understand
Reverse descrimination of a different kind
Beauty in the eye of the beholder’s mind
I am the monster in their paradise
I am the monster, in their eyes
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Punk Rock (was) for Dummies
Sid Vicious was insignificant
Contributions not worth the tribute
Bastardize the whores and lies
Forever the most destitute
A sneer for a beer like a penny for a thought
A child has more to offer
Evolution’s required to avoid the expired
We’ve been orphaned and fostered
Sing along chants more rhyme than reason
Anything new is a form of treason
Cling to the dying, preserve the old
Follow the godfathers before the trail goes cold
Somewhere Dr. Graffin’s laughin’
Entropy and the full effect
Devolution, no solution
For tradition, NO RESPECT!
One toke and you’re woke, like a baby that’s wet
Simplicity that should offend
I think you think we think alike
But you never question anyone but them
Hardcore rants a dime a dozen
You say you’re down, something for nothing
Looking for the truth, what do you find
Not a goddamn thing so you toe the line
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Drinking Song for a New Generation
This apathy is giving me a headache
Depression and boredom all rolled into one
I’m lacking the motivation
Where quantity is job number none
I’m stuck in rut and
I think I need some help
I don’t see the point and I can’t see a way out
It’s just a chemical imbalance
The temptation of medication
But I don’t wanna be a zombie
I’ve got a whiskey prescription
I’ll fix a drink and attempt to fix myself
Another dead end and I won’t see a way out
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Lonely Nights
01:30
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Lonely Nights
Walking home at a quarter past bar time
Trying to find some sleep
Another late movie in black and white time
Voices in my head won’t leave
All alone and the house is quiet
But I can’t shut my eyes
It’s just another lonely night
Don’t wanna spend another
Another lonely night
Cold wind chilling me, right to the bone
I wish I was never home
I don’t ever wanna be alone
Too much time spent by myself
Time marches on but it’s slow as Hell
I could complain but there’s no one to tell
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Charles U. Farley, College Graduate
Can you be a starving artist with a 401K
Even if you hate your goddamn job everyday
Seeking validation you know isn’t real
Some things you know you just can’t steal
But that’s not who we are
That’s not who we are now
Witchhunt culture is calling you out
Every fault no benefit of a doubt
Is that who we are?
Is that who we are now?
Like a cartoon villain you find out is me
I could have faked the legitimacy
If it wasn’t for these kids pointing fingers
I was young and the memory lingers
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Why?
01:38
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Why?
Healthcare healthcare, what’s the use?
Born impoverished, now you’re screwed
Nobody is always health
There's always somebody that’s in need
Everybody deserves to be covered
No everyone’s as lucky as me
The bottom line’s not important when yours is flat
For this benefit I’m willing to pay the tax
But they’re not so I guess we’re screwed
Don’t like your job? Shit outta luck
Pre-existing conditions and now you’re stuck
But they’re not so I guess we’re screwed
Tried to pull myself up by my bootstraps
But I tripped over my own feet
Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
Left me bleeding on the street
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Hungry, Poor, and Cold
02:11
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Hungry, Poor, and Cold
M.P.D.
The streets are no place for a kid
But daddy couldn’t keep his hands away
Amd mommy couldn’t face the truth
So the street is where she lays
As she pulls her coat over her shoulder
A tear forms in her eye
This is no way to live a life
Entrapped in the freedom of a lie
Playing army was such a blast
‘Til the war took away his face
His wife couldn’t deal with it
So she turned and walked away
He found a genie in a bottle
For a twenty dollar bill
His wishes are granted
In his dream he is well
We ignore them, and their pain
Pointing fingers, assigning blame
Scraps of change, fall in their cups
That kind of change is not enough
Just because I’m doing all right
Doesn’t mean all is well
What about the hungry, poor and cold?
A family of four,
Living in a four door home
Trying to find a decent meal
And a place to call their own
Father is frustrated
Got laid off once again
Got killed robbing a liquor store
Trying to make ends meet
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Pink Eye
01:25
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Pink Eye
I can’t dance and I can’t sing
Known when to admit
Looking so fucking cool
I’m sorry I’m still around
Screaming how you can’t see
Living in this world again
Did you take your heroin?
Yeah I don’t care anyway
I’m not impressed
You think that you are the scene
Walking downtown
You’re looking so fucking cool
When you got your mom around
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Release the Hostages
01:28
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Goats
02:30
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Goats
I’ve got responsibilities
I’ve got rent and utilities
And hungry mouths to help feed
I call it success when I pay on time
They just took my last dime
It’s off to the pawn shop!
Life just threw another curve
Is this something I deserve?
Almost had it made
Then some asshole had to get laid
A missed opportunity
Had a chance but now it’s gone
Out with the gear on the front lawn
Stuck in a day job!
I pray to the devil down below
You don’t know the blues I know
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