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"The Rebel Sound Of Shit And Failure"
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@SONG: NEIL

@SONG: THE GOOD FATHER
The American Dream the good father wants to paddle it one way democracy it's
our gift to the savage the good father the holy saviour rests one hand on a
smaller neighbour and we're nowhere close to getting what we need Father knows
best we're going to kill you bulldozed with dollar bills paving over the
bloody mash so much light to spread while the gore's still fresh we own the
government the crops the land your hearts and minds see the system works the
dead just don't know it yet father knows best we're going to own you the good
father stands tall waiting to embrace his smallest child and if you act fast
we promise you won't feel the pain.

@SONG: MARY AND CHILD
Once again the battle field is your body and those who want control have laid
down their terms in black & white and red all over they keep the backstreet
butchers in business as advertised from a bullhorn and the all knowing man
has set up his make-believe graveyard with tiny white crosses for millions of
make-believe souls someday I'd like to see a cross set up for a real live
human being who bled to death to maintain the sanctity of mary mary & child
scream the bigots who couldn't care less about human life obey their self-
righteous lies while your sisters & daughters die all decisions are final your
body is forbidden.

@SONG: EULOGY
There was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn't give convenient
answers and a cheap way out killed himself without actually dying, took a
blunt lie and gouged out his mind And I can't xcept that he's found the
answers to those questions I'll be trying to solve until I die And I can't
accept that he's somehow "better off" because the answers aren't that simple
we always assumed he wasn't either and I want his beautiful religion to burn
because Steve's dead... I wasn't offered the chance to say goodbye.

@SONG: RIDING WITH MARY

@SONG: THE NAIL THAT STICKS UP GETS HAMMERED DOWN

@SONG: RESIST CONTROL
War waged on the people government lies fueled by fear trust the unity of
money and machine gun a bullet in the head for my indiscretions how much
oppression can you take rise above its time to fight back cease and desist
orders the police force rise above resist control.

@SONG: HALF MAST
When freedom is in hiding from morality when you've finally scrubbed this
great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you've
finally divorced the numbers from the names we can return to your good old
days bound and gagged by sex and race chained by family crazed by god while
we raise the flag shout down the past the stars and stripes stream by at
half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do mine I never knew the
high price of hypocrisy so pledge allegiance to the death penalty believe in
your drug war bow down to the tv set you need to cultivate that apathy that
swells inside your threat raise the flag shout down the past your stars and
stripes stream by at half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do
mine half mast dehumanized half mast divided half mast overloaded half mast
who the fuck cares so long as you can sleep well under the iron fist.

@SONG: XMAS EVE
A nation of nonbelievers unrepentant in their hearts pious one night out of
every year ease the mind ditch the guilt and alls right and just on xmas eve
the jokes on them the dead are never gonna rise again Rise again on xmas
morning three cheers for santy hip hooray our saintly concern for world peace
lies at our feet undisguised as naked greed the joke's on them the dead are
never gonna rise again and christ's dead flesh keeps right on rotting.

@SONG: NINE YEARS LATER
Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying
Still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still
believing of a peace and prosperity of a peace with a hundred thousand
executed by disease of a prosperity with millions living on the streets and
I've got to wonder what the fuck its going to take can it be undone can we
stem the tide of violence or are we gonna sit back relax and watch tv while
the "have nots" get their heads kicked in keep counting the policies that
failed and the lies that worked they worked we swallowed them down deep
swallowed them whole.

@SONG: BORN AGAIN
Born again as just another product born again as the next big thing once a
vehicle for outrage now just entertainment packaged tastefully the status quo
whose very abuses generated our contempt now courts us now treats us like the
serviles they know we've become I reject the leveraged buyout I reject the
corporate sellout I reject their lame ass version of what the fuck music's all
about and make no mistake all they want is your money all they need is your
numb nod of approval and all they demand is your silence born again dead.

@SONG: WITNESS TO A RAPE
Witness to a crime but I lost track of the times violence against women
against half of humankind meshed with our culture part of our civilization
ground in to our faces part of our indoctrination no one seems to question
when we're brought up in a system where we're taught to hate the other through
false desires my own language betrays my good intentions forces my head into
the shit into the lies and I'm told take part in the fantasy when every six
minutes it comes true and I'm told what I want what I need and yeah I want it
yeah I need it rape force fed the lie for all my life that woman has her place
and it's only skindeep like as many flanks of meat up for inspection to be
judged on a scale of one to ten.

@SONG: WELL FED FUCK
Are you a good team player remember the boss is your best friend kill your
head.

@SONG: BODY COUNTS
Fuck your version of a world where no one's ugly and no one's old fuck your
version of a beauty that sets the standards for all the runners up fuck your
definition of perfection the smiling commodity that isn't human that isn't
allowed to step off the page and testify this isn't real.

@SONG: ALIVE WITH PLEASURE
The Marlboro Man's Dead and so are all his cowboys their propoganda killed my
motehr preyed on force of habit te Marlboro Man is dead and so are all his
cowboys their propoganda killed my mother addicted her to the soot Alive with
pleasure eager to purchase alive with pleasure happy to smolder She exhaled
pain I inhaled decay no iron lung can cut a tumor the size of a fist from
your throat Rotten black lung and family hands it down a learned destruction
the ashes please me to a sickness.

@SONG: MOVIN' ON UP

@SONG: I AM A IDIOT
I'm not an idiot I'm not an idiot I'm not a fucking stooge so stop talking to
me about guns & bombs and stop trying to sell me on class welfare - I'm really
not braindead and I'm not an endtable and I'm really, really quite sure that
you DO NOT mean business, that you're just one of many stupid shouting voices
who wants to play fight the pigs and talk drunk about bombing gas stations
until you have to go work in one that is, friend, I'm not an idiot so please,
please, please stop talking to me about the first ammendment because you're
never going to get on tv so anybody can hear you, and even if you did get on
tv you still wouldn't know what the fuck to say, and even if you did get on
tv and you did have something exciting to say they STILL wouldn't air you
because you'd be wearing your extra large "Fuck Censorship" t-shirt and a
long, long, long time ago, long before you were evn born, the government got
together with the radio and tv stations to make sure that those kinds of words
would never in a million years be broadcast, so for god's sake just stop
talking.

@SONG: BIT PART IN A BAD MOVIE
I'm irrelevent except for a brief walk on role as the less articulate heir to
a bunch of people who had a purpose and a plan all is shit and chaos
araggghhbnbt things change these days in such quick, cruelly absurd ways and
I'll never be more than a footnote to the bullshit my bit part in a bad movie
my cameo my importance.

@SONG: LILLIAN

@SONG: JANELLE
Janelle is awfully bright For a fresh girl of eighteen She knows all the punk
rock sites And does a cool fanzine Janelle can be so tactful A quality that's
often rare But if you're talking tactful You're talking dyed pink hair And
she's not afraid if anything And she won't get old and boring And I don't
think the East Bay punks Will make up long enough To meet Janelle Janelle
Janelle/she's so swell And she dosen't smell Like most of her pals And if I
have to spell it out for I'll tell you that I'm sweet on Janelle And she's
not afraid of anything And she won't get old and boring And I don't think
East Bay punks Will wake up long enough to meet Janelle Too bad 'cause I'm
fond of Janelle Oh, yeah I'm makin' a fool of myself Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah
Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah she's so swell Jenelle Janelle Janelle Janelle.

@SONG: GO FUCK YOURSELF
I would like to crush your pointed head You fucking puke I think you wet the
bed I would like to punch your stupid face Grab you by your punk rock hair
and bash your brains I've never met someone as dumb as you You're an ingrate
and an arrogant prick too You jump at every single chance to display your ig-
norance You stupid bigmouth Why don't you just go home and fuck yourself Can't
take a hint You're a dick A walking, talking piece of shit You're also a slob
and you've got no class and you need a kick in your fat ass You fucking moron
why don't you just go home and fuck yourself

@SONG: ALBANY ACADEMY
The campus leaves have begun to turn what you did for me I'm learning how to
compete what you did for me, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
A lazy fist smashing teeth, young boys laughing at a shriveled dick, urine
running down a face, thank you for what you did to me, thank you, thank you,
thank you sir, thank you.

@SONG: WEARING A LAMPSHADE
You certainly aren't the victim shocked as you may seem the mna stands up for
chivalry when it's fuck you on the street I can't say how many times it needs
to be told no I don't wear them no I don't eat them that hypocrite shit won't
go won't go you certainly aren't the beauty that makes the steel jaws bleed
and there's no gate at the front of these camps saying work will set you free
I'm tired on being the threat in a world of murderers shit on just for giving
a shit about a bunch of rats wearing a lampshade 40 times over 40 times the
man gives what she needs mister beautifier, mister defender just won't listen
when he's told the lampshades in the fatherland are only 50 years old.

@SONG: $5 AN HOUR
See the white wreckage the ones who couldn't affor to leave the white pride
working poor who are really live and work with the ones we all hate who can
remember when their neighborhood looked brighter but somehow forget that
Italians used to be niggers and the Irish were the spics so at 0 years old
they eat shit for $5 an hour and just don't make the connections It makes the
first generation turn over in their immigrant graves - but what can you do?
See union local Uncle Joe, the ones who proved the American Dream can fuck
you harder without a color, As lost as can be when commercials come on tv for
insurance and cars and vacations, All the things white people are entitled to
as the fruit of this nation's lysol douched womb See the white wreckage ask
what the fuck is wrong with me.

@SONG: MY FAVORITE HOUSING PROJECT
I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one where my grandmother
died I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one between the river
and the highway live and die live and die start to die in a human warehouse.