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Blow up your car
Burn down your condo
None of it needs to make sense anymore
Every day is a vacation
When you are
A huge fuckup
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Talkin', talkin' 'bout the odds and ends, we
Stand around takin' space in the hall
Coast it down to a stopping point, and then we
Sit there talkin' about nothin' at all
Got some deadlines to meet, you know that I
Got a lotta things I gotta do
Hate to leave in your moment of need, but
What have I got left to offer you?
(Silence)
As we stare into nothing
(Silence)
As we're nodding our heads
(Free me)
Please end this conversation
(Kill me)
I wish I was dead
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3. |
Nuclear Family
00:54
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Sun comes up on the land of suburbia
Quiet house on a quiet road
Nuclear family ticks like a time bomb
Who knows when they're gonna explode?
Jimmy and Sally are scoring' street junk
Dad comes home and gives 'em a slap
Mom isn't around to stop him
'Cause she's bouncing' on the neighbor's lap
Go!
Melt it down
Melt it down
Melt it down
And make it into something new
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4. |
Surf Scum
01:37
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Trapped in a dying world
Searching for the cure
Faced with these talking heads
Fighting for control
Infinite required knowledge
Things you can't comprehend
How can you save the world
When you can't save yourself?
Look at your countrymen
And wish you could be like them
Wish you could be more
Than part of the problem
Who just sleeps through
The Democratic debate
War of the minds
Fight for the future
Read all the fine print
Or pay with your life
Look to the west
The mighty has fallen
Passing the torch to
An old fucking rapist
Look at your fellow man
He's sliding his mask off
Reveals himself to be
Another fucking backoff
Who just slept through
The Democratic debate
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Lying face-down on the floor
(Actively lower my credit score)
Been here a million times before
(Actively lower my credit score)
Sick of the common core
(Actively lower my credit score)
The only math I need is counting to four
(Actively lower my credit score)
Spray me with a hose
Throw me down the stairs
Make me miss all my shows
I don't care
Get on the phone with my mom
Tell her she looks like a dude
File my taxes wrong
Get me screwed
Lying face-down on the floor
(Actively lower my credit score)
Been here a million times before
(Actively lower my credit score)
Sick of the common core
(Actively lower my credit score)
The only math I need is counting to four
(Actively lower my credit score)
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Carl Winslow
(Choke me out)
Harriette Winslow
(Choke me out)
Eddie Winslow
(Choke me out)
Laura Winslow
(Choke me out)
Everybody's ready
(Choke me out)
For Friday night
(Choke me out)
Everybody's ready
(Choke me out)
For Nick @ Nite
Choke me out
Choke me out
While we watch reruns of Family Matters
(x4)
Carl Winslow
(Choke me out)
Harriette Winslow
(Choke me out)
Eddie Winslow
(Choke me out)
Laura Winslow
(Choke me out)
Steve Urkel
(Choke me out)
Steve Urkel
(Choke me out)
Choke me, daddy
(Choke me out)
Fuckin' send it
(Choke me out)
Choke me out
Choke me out
While we watch reruns of Family Matters
(x4)
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You love a man in uniform
You turn a blind eye to excessive force
Your allegiance seals your fate
A brood mare for the fascist state
Black flag with a thin blue line
You hate black people and you drink white wine
Call up your old high school crush
Tell her she's a fucking cop
No one infringing on your rights
Because you're hot, young, rich, and white
You back the blue and you don't care
Until they kill you one day for having brown hair
Compassion the forbidden fruit
You get your nutrition from the sole of a boot
Call up your old high school crush
Tell her she's a fucking cop
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Return your shopping cart, you fucking homunculus
It's the most basic form of human fucking decency
The fact you couldn't be fucked to go three steps out of your way
Leads me to believe that you're an agent of the fascist state
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Hey, I'm turning right
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Why does everyone I know not want black people to have rights?
Why does everyone I know want America to be the Fourth Reich?
Why?
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All that my eyes can see
Is hate and misery
This world's blackened my soul
They've got total control
I'm ridin' into the sun
I'm livin' on the run
All the while I hope and I pray
Live to see just one more day
But
Who's gonna catch me when I fall?
Who's gonna come pick me up when I'm getting down?
What's there left to keep me from risking it all?
Oh, who's gonna stop me now?
One thing I know for sure
There's always money in war
If it ain't the Middle East
It's war down in the streets
I wanna take your hand
Lead you across this land
But the further I go, the more I see
Ain't no place for you and me
But
Who's gonna catch me when I fall?
One love, one life, one number that's runnin' me down
What's there left to keep me from risking it all?
Oh, who's gonna stop me now?
Go
Who's gonna catch me when I fall?
One hand, one heart, one number that's runnin' me down
What's there left to keep me from risking it all?
Oh, who's gonna stop me now?
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14. |
Walk Free
01:08
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Guns in their hands
And hatred in their hearts
Don't stand for justice
They stand for their creed
Sanctioned by state,
Funded by fascists,
Employed to ensure
That innocents bleed
No safe place to be
Murdering spree
Still I can't see
Why do they walk free?
Death squads hired by the bourgeoisie
To crush your life out underneath their knee
Corporate killers on a murder spree
Why do we just let them walk free?
Why do we just let them all walk free?
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This is a song I'ma rap and sing about
Called "Jesus Is The Answer"
(GOLDEN GIRLS, MOTHERFUCKER)
My veins are blue, my brains are electric
Ya gotta stay connected
There's a diddler on the Board of Ed, yo
He's tickling' all your kids, oh shit!
Wednesday morning, now
Gotta have some place to go
I call up Matty now
I call him on the telephone
Get the fuck up, come with me now
Goin' down to the Hose N' Nose
Walkin' down Forty-Three,
Drinkin' a forty, oh
(Hey, play a blast beat, asshole.)
My veins are blue, my brains are electric
Ya gotta stay connected
There's a diddler on the Board of Ed, yo
He's tickling' all your kids, oh shit!
Silver City is the place to rock
It is a place to go to buy food to eat
It is a good place to listen to the music
People flock here from everywhere to get down to the rock music
Gary the bartender wouldn't shut the fuck up
He keeps telling me about all his personal problems
I tell him to refill my Sea Hag and fuck off
(Lord, this one's for you...)
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16. |
I'm Scum
02:42
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Got me feelin' like a fat obstruction
Got a feelin' you don't want me around
Used to wish that it was me in the bed, and now
You got me within' it was me in the ground
Used to think you were the one for me, baby
Put you way up high above the rest
You know you used to get me through the day, and now
All you're getting me is depressed
I'm a rock n' rolla
I'm a Chevy Nova
I'm David Bowie
I'm Dr. Phil
Don't need direction
Nowhere to go
You know just where I'm comin' from
I am a trash can
I like a fast van
And soon my time is gonna come
I'm scum
Got me feelin' like a greasy wrestler
No one ever gonna pin me down
Gonna blow the parking lot attendant
Then I'm gonna fuckin' blow this town
Gotta figure out a new solution
Puttin' out the fires of the world
Burn some copies of my shitty mixtape
Give 'em out to all the boys and girls
'cause
I'm a rock n' rolla
I'm a stolen Nova
I'm a Ford Pinto
I'm Mr. Show
Don't need direction
Nowhere to go
You know just where I'm comin' from
I am the trash man
I live in a van
And now my time is gonna come
I'm scum
I'm scum
I'm scum
I'm scum
Go
I'm scum
I'm scum
I'm scum
I'm scum
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The Minor Inconveniences Meriden, Connecticut
One-man, one-drum machine dirty-ass lo-fi punk rock. To be played as loud as possible on the shittiest speakers available to the listener. Wake your neighbor, kill your landlord, fuck a cop's wife.
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