Good Is Dead

by My Latex Brain

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All tracks except 7 and 15 recorded by My Latex Brain at the c0rnfarm in 2007. Dirty Uncle Sam committed to tape by Ric Atrocious at the c0rnfarm in 2006. Remover Installer recorded partially by Maxamian Nye at The Bunker in 2005. Additional recording, mixing, and engineering on all songs performed in the basement of Consumer Value Deluxe Enterprises in Lebanon, Ohio.

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released February 29, 2008

Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Braun Von Hoops.
Produced by My Latex Brain.

(c)2007 My Latex Brain / Dirty Dayton Music

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Track Name: Save Your Skin
Save Your Skin

You better step aside if you want save your skin.
You’d better run and hide cuz there’s a big man coming.
You can’t fight and expect to beat a brute like him.
You’ll never win.
No chance my friend.
He’s gonna rid you of all your bad habits.
Then turn you on to a couple of his.
I’ve learned from experience.
You’ll never win.
No chance my friend.
Track Name: Off With The Shithead
Off With The Shithead

I’m getting so sick of seeing your face around.
One of these days soon I’m gonna watch you fall down
Quicker than a hiccup cuz you’re in the thick of something they won’t forgive.
We’re gonna run you out of town;
run you out of this town like this…

Off with the shithead,
The lies that we’ve been fed
have left a rotten taste in my mouth.
Your time is coming,
So you’d better start running.
How could you even live with yourself?

You’ve done really well to hide what you are deep down.
But I can see through your trick with the specs that I found.
So you’ve got a night stick and a pair of handcuffs, nothing can stop us now.
You’re gonna fall and bust your crown,
when you hit the ground.

Off with the shithead,
The lies that we’ve been fed
have left a rotten taste in my mouth.
Your time is coming,
So you’d better start running.
How could you even live with yourself?

Creeps like you have been known
to often eat their very own,
And if so, I hope to hell they choke and die
on your bones.
So you’re not alone.

Off with the shithead!
Track Name: Letter to the President
Letter to the President

I wrote a letter to the president.
The punctuation was perfect.
I hate my job, but it pays my rent.
Sometimes it really doesn’t seem to be worth it
because my boss is so much richer than me,
and he’s a pauper standing next to you chief.
You are a liar… you are a thief.
Hail to the chief… hail to the chief.

Hey there mister president,
won’t you tell me where my money was spent.
Did you use it all up to buy some bigger guns
to take what’s not yours from some less fortunate ones?
Your foreign policy smells like shit.
You speak of freedom like a hypocrite.
One day the cake will get spit back in your face,
and when it all goes down you will hear me sing…

Taste the politician’s blood sopped up from the dancing streets.
The taste of revolution is so sweet.
Pull on all of your strings at once, but they’re not attached to me.
One day the people will decide to be free.
Track Name: Rocketship for Mungo
Rocketship for Mungo

All alone in a rocket ship for Mungo,
I guess I’ll sit back and enjoy the ride.
I had to set sail while I had the momentum,
Now it would seem that time is on my side.
When I assessed the situation,
The morale here was low.
I was in need of a vacation,
So I packed my bags cuz it was time for me to go.

Now that I’m on that rocket ship for Mungo,
I’ve got the feeling things will work out just fine.
I’ve always said that nothing lasts forever.
It’s hard to swap spit when you’d rather die.
I won’t forget the time we’ve spent,
But now my back’s against the wall.
The good times have done came and went,
And still she reeks of alcohol.

I said goodbye to my baby doll
Even though she begged me to stay;
I just don’t think I can stand it no more,
You see, I’ve got to get up out of this place.

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Rocket-ship for Mungo
Rocket-ship for Mungo
Track Name: Star-Spangled Meat Suit
Star-Spangled Meat Suit

All hail the star-spangled meat suit,
made from human sheep like you.
On the warpath again…

Bombard foreign sands in defense of the motherland.
Track Name: Remover Installer
Remover Installer

It’s gonna hit the ground like a ton of bricks,
when we knock it down.
Finish the job off with stones and sticks;
leave the words in your mouth.

The paint is chipped and faded on this old white house of mine.
It damn near drives me crazy,
but the neighborhood seems to be blind to it.
Sometimes I get frustrated; the foundation has started to crack.
They make everything disposable these days.
Let’s tear it down and build a better one back.

Am I an enemy of the state
just because I think they wanna make us their slaves?
If I say what I feel will I be burned at the stake?
Am I an enemy of the state?
Well you might burn too but you just don’t know it yet.
Well you might burn too but you just don’t know it yet.
Track Name: Good Is Dead
Good Is Dead

Who put this microchip in my b-b-b-brain?
Tucked beneath flesh folds since my life began
I wish my mama would have cut it out…with her surgical steel.
It’s not been long since I first found out;
The more that I learn, the less that I feel.

The only good president is a dead president.
It takes a whole lot of them just to to pay my rent.

Who put this microchip in my b-b-b-brain?
And how did I become another one of their slaves?
Thomas Jefferson said that we would rue this day.
Corporations are in control of our government.
We saw it coming and did nothing; that’s how it went.

Who’s going to save us from them?

The only good president is a dead president.
It takes a whole lot of them to pay my rent.

Dirty politicians see to it that you stay poor;
They know it’s hard to start a revolution when your back’s sore.
Do you think it matters who you choose to root for
in the big election? They’ve got no use for you now.

The only good president is a dead president.
It takes a whole lot of them to pay my rent.

The only good president is a dead president.
Who wouldn’t sell their soul for a fistful of them?
Track Name: Black Pupa
Black Pupa

I feel…
there’s something wrong with my mind;
something troubles my mind.
I will…
fight for that which is right;
I’ll fight for that which is right.

I don’t care what it is that you say
Because I’m not the fool here no, no, no!
I’ve got a firm tight grip on what it is that I know.
If you don’t like it, just try to deny it.

It hurts so much you can’t deny it.
It hurts so much you can’t deny it.
It hurts so much you can’t deny it.
Shut your face and join the fucking riot.

So what if nothing changes.
So what if I stay the same.
So what if nothing changes.
So what if I remain the black pupa… the black pupa.

In the midst of a dark transformation,
The innocence we knew has long since gone away.
What if we could travel to the past,
Would there be no cure for our diseased condition?
Track Name: Brownpaper Lightshow
Brownpaper Lightshow

Put this thing in your pocket,
It’s an eyeball that’s gone and left its socket.
Now that my vision is blurred,
I must admit… I’m not so sure
that I can see two feet from my face.
Man, I’m in such a bad state.
Sometimes ya just wanna die
like a bad trip feeling on the 4th of July.

Turn the key to unlock it.
Swallow it done cuz there’s no stopping
What is about to occur.
I must admit that I’m not so sure
That I’ll ever see this place again.
That’s a chance I’m willing to take my friend.
No matter how hard I try,
Things always look better on the other side.

The universe and all it stars keep flashing by my very eyes;
Won’t you please tell me what makes me feel this way?

You… you’ve got some nerve.
From what I’ve observed, you’ve got a shady aura about you.
You… you’ve got some nerve.
From what I’ve observed, you’ve got a shady aura about you.

Hey mister shady man, tell me do you understand the reason that you’re here?
Could you foresee these consequences?
Hey mister shady man, tell me do you understand the reason that you’re here?
Could you foresee these consequences?

I just can’t find the words to say
To make myself feel okay.
I just can’t find the words to say
To make myself feel okay alright.
Track Name: Sad Pill
Sad Pill

Given my lack of faith I don’t care
About my state of being not glad;
I say daddy come on and give your pistol;
I’ll show you what it means to be sad.

I’ll show you.
Sadness is a pill.
Track Name: Back to the Evil
Back to the Evil

One day you’ll be discovered dead in a ditch.
An autopsy will find you choked on bullshit.
Feeding on the lies until your dying breath,
It comes as no surprise to see you like this.
You made a mistake when you placed faith in the system.
You should have opened your eyes.
They tell you what to do, and you listen.
Now you’re just dead and drawing flies.

Let’s bring the underground to the face of the Earth.
Let’s give the war pigs something they deserve.
Waging war on people in need,
Fueled by imperial greed,
It’s time… to open your eyes,
unless you’d rather be a slave than a citizen.

My blood boils and building steam. That’s right.
My blood boils and building steam;
I woke up from the American dream last night.
Light it up and watch it all burn down.
Light it up and watch it all burn down, down, down, down.
Burn it down. Burn it down.

One day you’ll be discovered dead in a ditch.
Track Name: L.A. Song
L.A. Song

I ain’t never been to L.A.
And I ain’t going neither
I might have thought about it once,
But I’m stuck here now fixing a flat in Dayton.

I ain’t never been to L.A.
And I ain’t going neither
I don’t wanna be the one
to get a double nose job and a bottle of pills.

Have you ever been to L.A.?
I bet ya never seen me there.
I don’t have to go that far
to have the sky fall down on my head.
Have you ever been to L.A.?
I hear they’ve got a sweet scene there.
I don’t want to melt in the sun like a dropped lollipop that’s stuck to the street.
Track Name: Capitalist Knife
Capitalist Knife

I’ve got a mouth like a gun in my hand.
I’ve used it once, and I’ll do it again.
I’ll go downtown and sing my song in the street.

They say we want it, but we don’t need it.
It’s just another way for them to keep us down.
It’s a goddamn lie, it’s a goddamn lie!
Bury your filthy minutes in a matte black stain
with your goddamn lies and your goddamn life.

They’ve scrambled up your brain with a capitalist knife.

Jesus was not a capitalist,
no matter what the president says;
you just can’t trust a single word that he speaks.

They say we want it, but we don’t need it.
You can run, but you can’t hide.
We’re all just victims now of the capitalist knife.

Contaminated consumer nation stuck in the muck;
we will never see the surface again.
Round and round the mechanism rolls on;
you better get on board or they’ll put your ass into the ground.

We’re all just victims now…
Track Name: Dirty Uncle Sam
Dirty Uncle Sam

Some say I’ve got a social disease
Because I hate people and people hate me.
The blood beneath my skin is red like yours
But I’m not like you cuz you’re all whores

It’s alright to be a whore.
At least that’s what they’re teaching kids in school today.
Learn to earn, learn to pay.
It’ll hurt a lot less when you get raped… by your uncle sam.

I’ve got a middle finger that’s two feet long,
I’ll raise it high, I’ll show you all.
You’ll try to break it, but I won’t quit.
Someday I’m gonna live on a mountain in a tower with a moat so far away from you.

Dirty Uncle Sam.
Track Name: Die Raver Robinson
Die Raver Robinson

Die … Die … Die …
Mister Die Raver Robinson
Cuz I … Cuz I … Cuz I …
Because I never had a gun,

And ever since that day
That the music went away,
I just haven’t felt that this world is quite the place for me.

Where do you go when your god is dead?
Tell me where it is you run?

Die Raver Robinson Die
Die Raver Robinson Die
Die Raver Robinson Die
Die Raver Robinson Die

You’ve got to get down
In the ground Raver Robinson.