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Terminal City
02:02
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Terminal City is a rock and roll town
Beautiful people there they like to get down
Beautiful people in the rain falling down
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Instead
03:14
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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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Vitriol
02:18
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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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4. |
Just Cause
03:10
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Everybody's sure you've got a just cause
Turning blind eyes to obvious flaws
Don't see time, now, for reflective pause
Your theories seem to hold water like gause
Just cause. A retractable clause
Everybody's sure you do things just 'cause
Drawn a blank on what the reasoning was
Well, evil is, Brother, as evil does
Here comes the 5-0, here comes the global fuzz
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Idiot Farm
04:19
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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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Arson for Progress
02:28
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And you know I've got a little bit of gasoline
And you know I've also got some kerosene
Got some propane and I'm hoping
To get a quick light, incite some insight
And you'll know and you'll know exactly what I mean
Burn it down to fertile ground
This mortal coil, it turns unwound
'Cause some things just gotta get out of the way
Torch the dead wood, and soon we'll see green through the grey
For the neighbourhood, or for my mood
I've got a bag of fuck yous. Got one thing to do
I've got a lot of samples that I'm looking to give away
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Non-Partisan
03:36
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Manufactured drama spices up moribund lives
Of the clustered worker people in their clustered little hives
Awkward situations that seem a little too contrived
Offers that it may not be the fittest that survived
So, do I find a brighter shade of grey
Or hasten the demise of the easy prey
My part's non-partisan. Not party to the scam
With hope that Darwin's theories will come into play
Still clinging to the notion of a meritocracy
But we're governed by the pricks who put the phallus in fallacy
They trumpet that cream rises, but we know shit floats too, you see
And quality of life is a devalued commodity
A bigger shovel won't dig out the hole we're in
Nor will notions of avoidance and absolution of sin
I'll call a spade a spade, you dig, and I'm prepared to take it right on the chin
There's a calm before the storm if we can weather the spin
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No Go Status Quo
03:38
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I'm getting tired of being mired in animosity
And I'm the only fool to make a fool of me
I don't give a fuck about luck, I chart my own fate
And sympathy ain't quite in me. Gotta set that straight
I'll provide a snide aside when you know all systems are go
I can't hide the devil inside. I can't do status quo
And this course of discourse is wearing thin, you see
And I'm half the man I was supposed to be
And I'd rather just be happy
But i don't seem to know how
Gotta get into the know, now baby
Can't be satisfied with the now
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There's a terrorist on the corner
And there's a monster living under your bed
There's a terrorist in the closet
The best bogeyman since the Reds
Scared people ask no questions
Scared people wait in line
To give thumbprints and little pee tests
They'll take injections if you tell them it's fine
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All Balls, No Brains
02:06
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You make no friends when you're looking down the barrel of a gun
You'll get no amends from the idiot bastard sun
If you're foreign and brown, watch the bombs raining down
Be it crusade or jihad, there's naught but scorched earth to be won
It's the kinda thing that crashes jet planes
With god at their back, they're knocking on your bedroom door
With brotherly love for all, but the "homos" abhorred
You've got a right to life, if you're still in the wife
Of a white trash, Confederate thug from the Christian Core
It's the kinda thing that amplifies pain
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11. |
Mr! Fivelegsman
02:55
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There's a reason why I'm not like the other boys
I'm wearing me three pairs of corduroys
I'm staying three steps ahead of the pack
Got two on left and right and one in back
Give me 10 points when my answer's right
I do my own cancan to my heart's delight
I'm a dancin' man, but I'm way off beat
It's tough to stay in time with my two left feet
'Cause I've got five legs, baby.
And everybody sucks but me
I can kick your sorry ass with four legs on the ground
And when I'm standing 'round, I'm standing round
No bipedal man could match my sass
With my extra ass and extra half an ass
The surf is up, I'm hangin' 25
I'd hacky sack alone if it wasn't jive
Doing the Hokey Pokey takes up half my day
Gotta wear my Tuffskins with the games I play
My pants fit me like a glove
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Last Call
03:54
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Today we're in a rut, but tomorrow so what?
Everybody's looking for a bridge for the gap
Between the start and goal, a chasm if it's a hole
And dump responsibility on some other sap
And we'll traverse the span with a stop gap plan
Another Band-Aid bridge to get us just through the now
You know that altruism is an atavism as we do the very least our conscience allows
Just gotta find a way to make it through another day
Tomorrow is another day, when it comes due how are we going to pay?
And we pass the buck, but we push our luck
When we try to dodge the axe, we know it falls anyway
You know we kick and fuss when it comes back to us
'Cause we transferred obligations to the mysterious "they"
So procrastination leads to consternation
And a Band-Aid bridge to buy us a little while
We never fix what ails us, and so the system fails us
And legerdemain is just the style of our guile
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Immolation Time
03:03
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Got nothing to do, nothing to say
Got no ideas for a better way
Got no intentions or attentions to pay
I've met the match, it doesn't matter anyway
So, pour the gas, strike the flint
Pluck the rose from the eyeglass tint
Gonna start a fire, gonna burn stuff down
Just a little gesture to improve this town, it's immolation time
I don't dig the pain, I'm just trying to get by
But it's worth the flame to feel warm and dry
My fresh ideas are in short supply
Got no reason not to just give it a try
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Statesman of the Year
02:53
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Destabilize these tabled lies
Making friends, breaking amends
Do you discuss or dis and cuss?
Do you know doubt? Do you nod out?
Watch the oil wells burn
Commando mission, command omission
To shock them all or shop the mall
Obscene in deed, mob scene indeed
And cast a lure for gas allure
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All We Show
02:55
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As ships pass in the night with no perceived connections
We are islands, one and all
As we pass from the fright of travel with no direction
We're all bracing for the fall
We assemble into clans existing within perception
Becoming faces in the crowd
Assembling our plans of sedation of sedition
What we think is not aloud
So make a sound 'cause I don't know what you know
All we share is all we show
As we massage the truth and tinker with alignment
We transmit identity
As we assuage the couth and focus our refinement
On the bit we'll let you see
But what slips through the crack of our image assignment
Reveals incongruity
When introspection lacks in our self induced confinment
We dissuade the empathy
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Your Cell Phone
01:56
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Do you yourself own your cell phone?
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