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And some Desaparecidos, too, Conor's other band.
From "Let's Not Shit Ourselves"
I should stop pointing fingers;
reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy president.
So loud behind the bullhorn so proud they can't admit when they have made a mistake.
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, he knows that he doesn't have to say it,
so it don't bother him. "Honesty" "Accuracy" are really just "Popular Opinion."
And the approval rating is high, so someone is going to die. ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
We are still the pawns in their game. As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see,
we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan
on the fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
I got the Blues! I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!
From "Popn Off at the F"
are you listening?
hear the money talk
said the screeching hawks
to the hand of god
when the colours change
hear the teachers say
no ones safe
say no ones safe
theres no more time
now youve stolen it
you cant give it back
every coronor
will be playing taps
and the rich willl weep
like they did before
say we want more
say we want more
they wont take it laying down
you better get ready fast
fuck war, i said fuck gas masks
slay, rape, kill now its too late
we dont want to but we have to
uniform, uniform squad
i wanna fight in the war
i wanna fight in the war
i wanna fight in the war
i want it
whos up for making some more
whos up for making some more
whos up for making some more
blood money
slay, rape, kill now its too late
we dont want to but we have to
uniform, uniform squad
i wanna fight in the war
whos up for making some more
whos up for making some more
blood money
From "The Happiest Place on Earth
I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live
I don't want to be ashamed to be American
But opportunity no, it don't exist
It's the opiate of the populace
We need some harder shit now
The truth is getting around
And each public school is a halfway house
Where the huddled masses sober up and up enough There's not enough to fatten the cows
And feed all of us
It's just a rationing of luck
What can't be bought gets raffled off
Oh God good God shed greed on thee
Your shining sea turned a dirty green
From the industry off the shores of New Jersey
I got a letter from the army
So I think that I'll enlist
I'm not brave or proud of nothing
I just want to kill something
Too bad that now-a-days you just point and click Swing low satellite
Hot white chariot
In the computer's blue glare
The bombs burst in the air
There was a city once now nothing is there
Our freedom comes at their expense
It makes sense does it dollars and centers
They're stretching barbed wire across the picket fence
That is surrounding your housing development
Just in case you lack the confidence
Oh God my God give strength to thee
These amber waves purple majesty
Are nothing but backdrops for Disney
We'll look up close
It is superimposed on a blank blue screen
It is fantasy fucking magical
The dreams floats like a chemical
Through each snapped synapse our television past That is beautiful no more no more
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