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Blood Elephant
02:40
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Blood Elephant
Get hip to the war, so says the blood elephant.
I’ve heard it all before, but history’s irrelevant
To the brainwashed cows and sheep.
I think for myself because I’m free.
You preach to them fear that lacks evidence.
Your time is gonna come blood elephant.
Blood Elephant… Blood Elephant… Blood Elephant…
Build a church with your fear.
Blood Elephant… Blood Elephant… Blood Elephant…
Build a church with your fear,
And spit your dirty lies into my ear.
I won’t fall for it this year
Because it seems quite clear to me that
You are the cause of all of this misery.
Only a fool would think he’s free.
In times like these it’s hard to call your home a sanctuary
Because the blood elephant, he likes to watch
As you fail to earn a living punching in and out his clock.
When is it ever going to stop?
Will I live to see the day the peasants set fire to their crops?
Or shut down the machines
and demand a better way of life for all us human beings.
Blood Elephant… Blood Elephant… Blood Elephant…
Build a church with your fear.
Blood Elephant… Blood Elephant… Blood Elephant!
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2. |
Funlicker
02:56
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3. |
Panic Angles
02:55
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Panic Angles
I think that it’s a safe bet.
We cannot salvage this wreck.
Say what you will this is such a mess.
Say farewell, goodbye, so long… pay your respects.
When in Rome… start a fire.
You’re not alone; the man is a liar.
When in Rome… start a fire.
You speak in panic angles to elude the third degree.
So what if the truth gets tangled…
that’s American democracy.
Propaganda and lies are sent direct to your home.
You sit inside and open wide; now they’re in control.
You may find it hard to breathe as they force fake down your throat.
I won’t believe in panic angles and I know I’m not alone.
When in Rome… start a fire.
You’re not alone; the man is a liar.
When in Rome… start a fire.
You’re not alone; the man is a liar.
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Ocean Fangs
01:58
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Ocean Fangs
I’ve got a bone to pick with the heads of state,
And you would too if you would ever stop to think
of all the blood that’s spilled around the world in your name.
When will you learn the bodies burn for corporate gain?
Profit over people… a penny for your pain.
The imperialist code will never change.
Take a look around the world to see dissention’s fate;
It’s a barren strip where flesh is ripped by ocean fangs.
heads of state… heads of state… heads of state.
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5. |
Carne Posada
02:11
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Carne Posada
I got a tip from a friend.
The search for you will never end.
You’re hiding like a chicken shit.
No matter how long it takes I will never quit.
If you’re found in my town, I’ll tell you that you’re a dirty little rat.
Mr.Posada you are nothing, yeah nada. In a jar of bad shit, you’re at the bottom.
I never thought I‘d see you here you’re such a cowardly man.
I never thought I’d see your fucking face again.
Your victims fall from the sky to the ground, now they don’t make a sound.
Your victims fall from the sky to the ground, now they don’t make a sound.
It was October 1976. You told them to plant the bombs that blew that airplane to bits.
Among the ash and debris that rained down to the sea… your victims’ hopes and dreams.
Time after time I say; murder’s not a crime these days, if you’ve ever worked for the C.I.A.
They’re taking care of this you spineless jellyfish,
but if there’s a God, justice will be served someday.
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6. |
Machine Hammer
02:49
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Machine Hammer
I picked up my machine hammer and I swung it around.
I looked you dead in the eye then I brought my hammer down.
Oh yeah… it felt real nice to smash your mechanical organs.
I didn’t want to do it. I tried.
I’m not the one who started this war man.
I’ve worked for years. I swear I’ve tried
to do my part… to do things right.
But it now seems clear to me tonight
that the man will never be on my side.
He’s gonna face the music tonight.
He’s gonna face the music tonight.
I’ll scream in his ear as I twist his windpipe.
I’ve had enough of the lies.
I think that I might have found the cure
for what’s ailing me, for what’s wrong with this world.
I’m not gonna swing my hammer for you anymore
You once led me to believe if I worked hard, I would succeed.
Now I strongly disagree because I do work hard and I still have nothing.
I’m not gonna swing my hammer for you anymore
I don’t need you… sic semper tyrannis!
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Doomraker
02:36
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Doomraker
March your ass the sweatshop. March your ass to the grave.
You’d better do as you are told. You better do what they say.
Do what they say… doomsday! Do what they say… doomsday!
Do what they say… doomsday! Do what they say… doomsday!
Do what they say… doomsday! Do what they say… doomsday!
Do what they say… doomsday! Do what they say… doomsday!
March your ass the sweatshop. March your ass to the grave.
You’d better do as you are told. Your ass belongs to the state.
They’ve got the money and the guns, so get to work and don’t be late.
They’ll sell you drugs when you get old. They’ll sell you drugs if you break.
They gave you a choice, but they might just kill you
if you don’t bow down to the god that they’re into.
I hope you understand. I hope you can pretend to
be like one of them, and walk and talk as they do.
I’ve had about enough of this now. I refuse to watch it go down.
Fuck you. Fuck your constitution. I am a revolution.
Do what they say… doomsday! Do what they say… doomsday!
Do what they say… doomsday! Do what they say… doomsday!
Do what they say… doomsday! Do what they say… doomsday!
Do what they say… doomsday! Do what they say… doomsday!
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8. |
Burn It Down
01:46
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Burn It Down.
I’ve got a problem with this scene.
I’ve got a match and little bit of gasoline.
It’s time to get the message out…
Strike the match. Burn it down.
Everything that I once treasured is worthless.
No one can explain to me what it is good for,
So I gathered up the combustible things I own
Set them ablaze and watched them go up in smoke.
Now that I am free from the burden, the baggage,
the bullshit I’ve dealt with, and everything plastic;
I can live life without a mold to be cast in.
(in) a race to the top, I’m first down the mountain.
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BMWH
02:21
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BMWH
That one there says that he is going to change things.
He has a way with nouns and verbs.
Crowds gather up to hear him sing.
They hope that he is more than just flesh and words.
Black man… White horse. Black man… White horse.
You better get with the program unless you want to be left out.
There’s a new way of thinking;
at least that’s what they say on the tv…
They’re programming me
to believe that he’s not just another one of the scumbags,
profiteering from toe tags that
accumulate everyday overseas from war and disease.
It’s been such a long time coming; if he shoots straight,
he might listen up to the people’s cries.
Will he make up for our past mistakes?
Or is he another rich white man in disguise.
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10. |
Obtuse Collider
02:31
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Obtuse Collider
Prepare to nose dive. This jet’s a wreck.
You want to get off, but we’re falling so fast.
These times are tough… economic crash.
Now we’re all fucked and headed for disaster.
Make your mind up faster… nothing more hereafter.
Obtuse collider… your wings are on fire.
It’s just a game, and they don’t want you to know that you’re playing in it
because they’re sucking you dry.
You pray for rain and try so very hard not to think about it,
content to be a victim of their lies.
I don’t know if there is a pilot anymore.
I think he left us here to die.
The answer is locked behind that cockpit door.
But we haven’t got much time left.
It won’t hurt much when you hit the ground.
You’re out of touch with how this all went down.
The pilot is laughing. He’s a sick man.
He set us up to take the fall; that bastard
engineered this disaster… nothing more hereafter.
Obtuse collider… connects with dirt
Obtuse collider… your broken bones are on fire.
Obtuse collider you had it coming
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