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Dyn-o-mite!
03:08
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5 outta 5, the King of Alive - Dyn-o-mite!
10 outta 10, between now and zen - Dyn-o-mite!
He lives in the straight between 7 and 8 - Dyn-o-mite!
At 7.5, the King of Alive - Dyn-o-mite!
Stands on the porch with pitchfork and torch - Dyn-o-mite!
Rain and parades and frantic charades - Dyn-o-mite!
Simple demands from mongoloid hands - Dyn-o-mite!
Okay, fer sure, the rise of the pure - Dyn-o-mite!
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Vitriol
02:11
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I try to keep an open mind, but it's so hard to keep a shut mouth
My cynicism is refined and my fortunes are going south
'Cause jade is a lucky colour
And jaded leaves an ugly pallor
I ride the waves of discontent
Maladjusted malcontent, vitriol.
An exercise in futility. My patience is in full arrest
Such a tragic comedy, the truth of which I can attest
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Instead
03:15
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I don't know what to tell you that you haven't heard a thousand times before
I don't know how to compel you when you know a trite respite is quite a bore
Are we on to ennui? In and of itself the boredom's such a chore
Too old to be angsty and too much that doesn't happen that I can't ignore
And I'll just give you a glimpse inside my head
I'm too tired for another retread
Matter and energy just don't matter
The relevance is relative instead
So, where does that leave us? I can't change the world, I can't even change your mind
I can't even grieve us broken down to pieces by the daily grind
The dawn of a new day? Another couple dozen hours to wait
The spawn of a new way? An onslaught of nothing at a fervent pace
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Triumph of the Pony Boy
02:28
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I came 100,000 miles just to see your face
If'n you put it on wrong, I'm sure it can be replaced
Get your phasers drawn or maybe get them traced
Clipping Van Allen's Belt around a nuclear waist
Chasin' the Pony Boy across the hemispheres
Countin' off the seconds on a scale of light years
Sigmund Freud's smiles are merely cultured sneers
Perched up on a throne and unrivalled by peers
Triumph of the Pony Boy
Your money or your life is what the Captain said
When in doubt, choose both so I shot him dead
Acrid, slanted rain hits the back of my head
Sacrifice the lamb in the martyr's stead
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Sweatsok'o'Luv
03:41
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Stick a $40 bill in my g-string, baby
Tell me how to shake my groove thang, maybe
A milky white gut with a honey-sweet glaze
Grab a little weenie from revolving meat trays
Try me on, try me on.
Sweat sock of love
I'll sink the Bismarck with my flesh torpedo
Popping a stitch at the side of my Speedo
The lint in my navel's just like a pimento
On the back of your leg, I'll leave a memento
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Idiot Farm
04:35
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Dig a furrow in the sofa and plant 'em backside down
Give 'em a box to stare at and food from the Evil Clown
Taunt them with what they don't have to instill a sense of greed
Stifle creativity until their brains get atrophied
Be sure to harvest them quickly before smug turns to smarm
And every year's a bumper crop down on the idiot farm
Give 'em a flag to stand behind so they know them from us
Teach them how to kneel, obey and swear they'll never cuss
Have them shun their naked selves with paralyzing shame
Then they'll cull the weak from their own herd until they're all the same
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No Action
02:13
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I don't know if it's apathy
I don't know if it's lethargy
It might just be soliloquy
But I don't wanna hear
I see your lips go up and down
I hear no substance, just hear sound
Gonna drive this point right into the ground
A point you seem to hold dear
Faster than a speeding thought, the spoken word is all you've got
Gnashing teeth and flapping gums, can't wait for the date when no sound comes
No action, no crime
Another generation running out of time
And so what? So come on now.
I wanna never hear you make another sound
No action, no crime
Another generation for another time
And so what? So come on now
I wanna never hear you make another sound
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