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TOO POLITICAL? Middle class liberals all make me sick The communist party is a load of shit The KKK can kiss my ass They're all dangerous morons tied to the past Each one tries to dictate their own point of view Telling everyone their way is true Each needs a ghetto to put their opponents in NO MORE GHETTOS! Let's stop playing games and take a good look At the vague values we're all taught from books If dignity and freedom are every human's rights Why do the few that have them all seem to be WHITE? White collar crime is justified with MONEY! While too many people starve in this land of milk and honey And they build the ghettos to put the starving in NO MORE GHETTOS! There isn't any honor dropping bombs There isn't any glory killing human beings It's disgusting and sick and always has been Liberators become oppressors all over again And the church stands on its wealth as it blesses the troops Telling them that their way is so true And they build ghettos to put their prisoners in NO MORE GHETTOS! BORED WITH APATHY For what you are, I could spit in your eye No way to describe you or I'd be a fool enough to try Come walking and talking with your weird rapping to me How life is a burden and you can't accept the responsibility I'm bored with your apathy Pretentious, don't we take ourselves seriously We just want to deflate you hwen you're so fast asleep NO! GO! THE FEE Where's the anarchy? Where's the big change? Where's the anarchy? It all looks the same Want to stop something Pull it in the fold Pull out the fangs Pull out the claws Blink of an eye And you know why The BEAST has been tamed You new wave rebels You're like a limp dick New wave rebels Like a limp dick White riot's quickly changed To just a party weekend New new new rock gods Replace the old Climb aboard The new rock train Blink of an eye And you know why The beast has been tamed EXPLOITATION! EXPLOITATION! TEACHING YOU THE FEAR (thanx to the Houston Police Department for the inspiration) Take one black man, sitting on his own front porch Snipers on the roof of a church, looking through their scopes Take one black man, sitting on his own front poarch Snipers on the roof of a church, peeking through their scopes Teaching you the fear! Take one chicano, with his hands cuffed behind his back Beat him bout the head, let him know where he's at (he's in Texas!) Take one chicano, with his hands cuffed behind his back Toss him in the bayou, watch him sink like a rat Teaching you the fear! Try to love another man, get yourself shot dead Put you up against a wall, with a pistol to the back of your head Try to love another man, one shot you're dead Teaching you the fear! Divide and conquer, well that's an old old game Divide and conquer, being used again and again Hate the niggers, hate the chinks, hate the jews Upper class, lower class Hate the punks, hate the hippies, hate the cops Upper class, lower class, MIDDLE CLASS! Teaching you the fear! DECAY First the fuel could stop Distribution's gone Then the food could stop Well, all law might be gone (when the trucks are gone) You better have a gun Lots of water too Plenty medicine Well it could all be through Chain reaction Can't stop the greed Pulling it down around our ears Can't stop the need Filling us all up with fear Freeze a few old folks Who can't pay their heating bill Pay a few more farmers Not to plow their fields RUN 'EM OUT You can have your fun With the latest flash trend Take it all serious I think it's a joke You can't discourage us Run 'em out of every shopping center And bank in town Run 'em out, not for us Burn 'em down Two bits - four bits Six bits a dollar We're all fly by night In the midst of this squalor See how much you can get away with Think just what you want Is the whole of the law NO ART IN HOUSTON (original lyrics by Perry Webb courtesy of Culturcide) I turn my radio on Shitty klol They don't like the music Want the ears of the stupid No culture Houston! Only hollow shells! No art in Houston Except the kind that sells I go to an art museum It's more like a mausoleum Three canvas's in a row A million dollars worth of snow The modern period's dead Can't they get that through their heads? This junk ain't art I'd rather hear Van Gogh fart I turn my TV on I turn it right back off It's such a waste of time I'd rather be jacking off They're all built on money They're all built on cash I want every TV in the city smashed The symphony is fine But it may be a dead art form The ballet is beautiful It's the audience I scorn I didn't get invitations From Miss Ima Hogg Hit the street Just a cut above a dog BAR B QUE I was born of a virgin birth I was born to rule this earth They say they got no cake I say it's a big mistake They say they got no bread Let them eat BBQ instead WHITE LIES There isn't much confidence left in the atomic age The thermometer of public sense is not a useful gauge Anything you read, is probably a lie Anything you read it's a white lie One thing I'll tell ya I think is odd Black folks praying to a white god A wooden cross, hang it on your wall A wooden cross, never stopped anybody's fall Some folks is weak, some need a crutch I may be weak but not that much |
NICO You'll never know me and I'll never know you When I look up, I see, it's untrue You look so distant, so distant and cold Across your desert shore you'll never grow old Blond german beauty, distant and sad Was that who you are or just a charade? It was a pleasure then and always will be Well all you own is still your secret side La Dolce Vita to the dom at St. Marks Place The exploding inevitable will never be replaced Andy, the Pope, Ondine and Morrison you knew But none of them could be as unique as you Chanteuse chanteuse chanteuse Frozen warnings chelsea girls Not taken long lawns of dawns Janitor of lunacy Julius Ceasar Mutterlien the falconer The end desert shore abschied Ari's song afraid STARVATION DANCE Who cares if they drop like flies I don't even know their names To me they all look the same Swollen bellies and malnutrition Really couldn't campare To my problem I got this week What color should I dye my hair? Dance dance dance to starvation Don't point your fingers at me You can't put me to shame I gave to Jerry's Kids There's nothing that I need to explain Teimes are tough everywhere I can't make payments on my car If thousands of people starve to death It must be written up in their stars Swollen bellies and skin draped bones Milkless breasts and waterless wells People scratching food from the earth People scratching food from the earth Sure these things get to me But it can't be so hard Why don't they do like us And get themselves a master-charge Dancing on their graves in Africa Dancing on the mounds of dead bodies In Southeast Asia Dancing on the piles of dead children In South America Dancing on the graves all around this world PROSTITUTION It's prostitution They got no content They're just form Rock stars! Prostitution Entertainment It's just entertainment AIM TASTES GOOD Don't want to talk about that Just want to talk about this Don't divert my attention My ignorance is such bliss Rank and file Day and night Secure routine I'm alright I'm an honest man almost always Only cheat the underserving ones You know you've gotta draw the line Anyway they're not my kind Brick upon brick Wall upon wall I need more Yet I'm not small I'm a reliably man almost always You know you can count on me Chack me out I'm a regular guy I mind my own business Us and them Me and you Which way's out? I'm alright I buy just the things that I want But the ads sure can help You must respect and appreciate My individual kind of style PIG-BOY Bellaire kid playing heavy metal guitar Shooting up smack thingking he's a star He don't know when to stope He don't know when to stop His big mouth just made him a cop You see him around I got a friend in the Huntsville P-farm Doing 16 years a 16 year stretch His big mistake was a first offense His big mistake to sell to pig-boy, yeah Don't cry wolf Don't cry wolf Don't cry wolf AIN'T NO TIME Ain't no time For KKK For nazi shit For JDL Ain't no time for Junkie nod outs Hole-y arms Needles and pins Ain't no time To get drunk To sober up To follow fashion Ain't no time for Left wing creeps Right wing turds Normal creeps LOCKJAW Over there they got no work Over there they think we're all jerks Over there they hear what we say And laugh up their sleeve All the way to the left Way to the right Sit down, shut up or fight, fight, fight It ain't all peaches 'n cream That's a lie told to you by a fool Do what you can, but don't be anyone's Tool to the left Tool to the right Sit down, shut up or fight, fight, fight Opinions are like assholes Everybody seems to have one But who's been asking yours lately Are YOU having such fun? Dark of the street ain't safe Light of the day is poor Why escape into a nod You could do so much more! More to the left More to the right Sit down, shut up or fight, fight, fight A REMINDER Is there something here That reminds you of something there? Or it's supposed to be What could it be That reminds you? Is it in me Is it in you Will it ever, ever, ever? Don't bother to ask or Look behind you Don't bother to read or Read into this song Time for rejection Time for reflection What a guilty feeling Here inside of me What a haunting feeling There inside of you Playing out our roles Playing out our roles Playing out our roles |