We think it's right you call it left
Vietnam to El Salvador, you just play deaf
You don't want to hear a word we say
Wanna make believe it's all okay
Yes we know there's (r)evolution in rock
You can see it everywhere
Yes we know there's evolution in rock
You can feel it in the air
You don't care if you play rough
You and your klan never get enough
You don't care if you're wrong or right
You'll just send the Marines in to fight
Sick and tired of Uncle Sam
The mad nuclear missile plans
'Cause your karma really smells

Cold and filthy and out of hope
You'll find me at the end of my rope
Human garbage, more trash in the streets
Wave a white flag in total defeat
Your food looks good through the window
See that cash out on the table
But the cops say begging's out of line
Being hungry is my latest crime
Can't believe it's come to this
No way out, no place to piss
No honor, no mercy, but no shame
I'm losing at a cheater's game
I'm your product, you legacy
As long as there's rich men,
There'll be men like me
Now I lay me down to sleep
In this cold hole my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Remember me for my brother's sake
Hard to believe it's come to this

The times they are changing but it's really the same old thing
Now all the species are fading fast and it's the blue bird's last chance to sing
And that we don't have to surrender, let those scumbags and let them have their way
And it's really worse than that but we have already had a terrible day
Did you hear about the polar bears are in trouble they're out walking on thin ice?
No more blue whales I guess that's really not too nice
And remember that cute girl she came to town and became a junkie so quick?
She hangs out at a clinic and she's always looking sick
She had big dreams once but they all sort of melted away
Now she's just hanging around trying to make it day to day
Hey and the rainforests are all gone, I guess that's kinda' sad
Weather keeps changing, that's not good, it's rather bad
Black horned rhinos seem like old long lost friends
Silver back gorillas are right near their end
Illnesses that could have been cured by plants are now all long gone
Still the darkest hour is the one before the dawn
And we're all working hard, right above minimum wage
Waiting for fifteen minutes and a friendly stage
Mr. President looks serious, I guess we need some more wars
The FOX news lady says we got old issues to score
Momma's watching TV and praying there's no knock on the door
A patriot for his country, warnings that he chose to ignore
Smug politicians and movie stars all pose so tragically hip

Time out clock now running
Human lemmings crowded hoard
Ever faster to the shore
Ever closing zero ground
Official timer clock is wound
Time out clock's still running
Fault line nukes fucking swell
Terrorist ready to blow us to hell
Machines hurry Ice Age
Richter's gage raging sage
Time out end of quarter
Time out time in
Resume the slaughter
Great Barrier funeral wreath
Dead algae no air to breathe
Ruthless beyond belief
Sanity screams stop thief
Time out end of quarter
Drill and suck the ocean floor
Pump our mother like a whore
Earth once claimed by insects black
I fear in time they'll take it back
(Oh brother good night what a sight)
Hold tight frost bite
Nice what a sight
Slice of the ice
Christ Jesus Christ
Dice sacrifice
Bands half time show
Seconds left to go
We won we're still dead
The game but not the spread
Time out clocks winding

This land is your land, this land is my land
From Love Canal to Three Mile Island
From the Livermore labs to the offshore rigs
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking the strip mined valley
Into the city, the piss-soaked alley
I felt kinda sickly, kinda Love-Canal-ly
This land was made or you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
But tell the truth, man it's call the landlord's land
Wants money in his hand, or he'll call the policeman
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land (well, it's not MY land)
This land is my land (it was once the Indian's land)
From California (where they got smog, man)
To the New York Island (you'll get mugged or murdered)
From the Redwood Forrest (pool decks and patio furniture)
To the Gulf Stream water (hold your nose)
This land was made for you and me
You ask how we can do this to Woody, man
We know he'd understand and mourn the poison land
With head held in dismay at Prince William's death-bay

We don't need your Jah's fascist doctrine
We don't need to be so uptight
Hide your eyes from the truth
Not to be free but to be right
New World Order of old world lies
Jesus dons a new disguise
When people gave you homes and love
You gave back hate from high above
Couldn't help us fight the fight
Get together black and white
Returned all support with abuse
And intolerance beyond excuse
Black hardcore, hot and mad
Such good lyrics, it's so sad
Could have taken up a stand
Been the most important band
Looking out for number one holiest of guests
Smoking crucial herb while ignoring all their debts
They have shown for all to see, being musically blessed
Makes you no better than anyone else
Frail and human like all the rest
Oh well, we tell you what it cost
We'll never know what was lost
Your selfishness has been a burn
A lesson bitter we had to learn
We don't need no Jah jive security
We don't need to be so uptight
See you hide your eyes from the truth

[Originally by Jimi Hendrix]
It's very far away,
It takes about half a day,
To get there, if we travel by my a.....dragonfly
No, it's not in Spain,
But all the same,
You know,
It's a groovy name
And the wind's just right.
Hang on, My Darling,
Hang on if you want to go
You know it's a really groovy place
And it's just a little bit of Spanish Castle Magic.
The clouds are really low,
And they overflow,
With cotton candy
And battle grounds,
Red and brown.
But it's all in your mind,
Don't think your time,
On bad things,
Just float your little mind around.
Look out
Hang on, My Darling, Yeah
Hang on if you want to go
It puts everything else on the shelf
With just a little bit of Spanish Castle Magic
Just a little bit of daydream here and there.
Hang on, My Darling, Yeah
Hang on if you want to go
It puts everything else on the shelf
With just a little bit of Spanish Castle Magic

They say the darkest hour is just before the dawn
In chess, without exception, white moves the first pawn
They called it "Black Tuesday" when the stock market crashed
A fix in 1919 turned the White Sox to Black
Black balled, black magic, executioner's hood
White hatted, white horsed, champion of good
Black knight of Dark Ages on the darkest night
The Pope walks in truth, head to toe in white
[Chorus:]
Who started all this bullshit - were they looking for a fight?
You didn't have to be there to know that they were white
But when you're talking skin tone, let's not fuck around
Cause no one's really black or white, we're all just shades of brown
Black hearted, black beard on the briney deep
Or the family outcast you call the black sheep
Days of black plague - draw your final breath
Heading for heaven white dying of Black Death
Mankind is preoccupied to keep each other down
Some use superstition, a Bible or a crown
At best it's fear and ignorance, at worst, it's a sin
Not God and country, king or crown, it's the pigment of our skin
Used to reinforce what's wrong or right
It's really just the presence or absence of light
In the blackest hour of the blackest day
It isn't mighty white of us, but we gotta say
[Chorus]
White when your marry, black when you die
A racial hierarchy, a festering white lie
White stands for ignorance, pure and sincere
But if you're talking bigotry it should be crystal clear
The new world becond, the immigrants came
Homogenized their culture, anglicized their names
Then they painted Jesus, blonde with eyes of blue
Not a Nazarene, more a nazi than a Jew
In the black revolution with their Black Power found
Till their leaders were all jailed or stomped into the ground
And the final step ironic - to nail that coffin tight
The powder of enslavement in their glassine bags of white

Aww yeah, Yo this ones for my homies at mcdonalds. Yo
listen up, check it.
I'm not here to convince you and I'm not gonna preach,
but if you keep eating meat I'm just gonna reach for
the gat,
And take you out right now because you're not just
killing a pig or a cow
you're fucking me up to, now what am I supposed to do
stand idly by while you do what you do
You're ruing the world with your addiction
to dead animals, I will bust non-fiction
For example 25 gallons of H20 makes a pound of wheat,
but did you know it takes
100 times that much to make a pound of beef, so from
our water shortage we get no relief
when over half of the water goes to produce meat and
cattle eat up all the grain that we could eat.
But we don't 'cause we won't understand the demand to
make better use of our food and our land.
90% of our corn and oats feed livestock that's why I
hope that you're listening.
yeah I said I wouldn't preach, well I lied. Alright who
cares what you eat.
I just want you to know while you're getting fat on
your burgers, I'm gonna go get the gat.
I'm gonna get the gat because it makes a lot of sense,
it's not a personal thing
it's just self defense
you're not taking me out with your destructive diet
I'm gonna draw the gat on you just like Wyatt Earp.
Yeah, Earp that's the sound that you make when you burp
after you eat up a big thick steak
You know to think of it I'll be helping you out when I
end your life quick cause without a doubt
You'll be dying much slower from colon cancer, but hey
that's your decision.
I'll wait for your answer.
Oops, sorry times up, take that,
between cancer and a gun I'll take the gat.
It's not only quicker it's less expensive
the cost of chemotherapy is most extensive
but who pays for it? me that's who, when my health
insurance costs go through the roof
Cancers not the only choice if you please, you can have
liver kidney and heart disease
Ulcers, constipation, salmonellosis, hypoglycemia,
multiple sclerosis
yes these diseases are funky and fresh
and all can be yours when you eat dead flesh
Rolling rolling rolling, tumors in your colon, blood
pressure is growing RAW HIDE
and just think of the homies who've died
so as a courtesy to you and for your own protection
and before your body's riddled with mass infection and
before you die of causes that you think are natural G,
I'm gonna go get the gat.
Yeah I hear you, I've heard it all before
"You can't tell me what to buy in the store
I'm sick of you bitching about what's in my kitchen
I find that liberal bullshit your picking."
Yo shut up, listen up you fuck up, I'm fed up,
Yeah, I used to eat meat, but I beat that deceit
And the the crap of the trap of the wrap of the food
that's not food
and I'll be rude and crude cause that's my mood
and my voice and my choice and my rhyme this time,
yeah I mind that you're so damn blind
that your eating from the wrong link of the food chain
And I didn't even mention yet about the pain
that the animals live in before they are given the
bullet or the mallet
to satisfy your pallet
but before it gets to you, there's some things they do
like chemicals and dyes and nice happy lies
like "meat is part of the four food groups"
if you've study nutrition you know you've been dooped
you get better protein from soy beans
with a third of fat now what cha think about that
When you look at the vitamins and compare the price
you're much better off eating beans and rice
but let me reiterate my own position
I'm a god damn drunk I don't care about nutrition
so just think about what I have said
then make up your own mind in your head
and throw away your meat or give it your cat
but if not that's ok

There you go scruffy and mean
All tattooed and pierced for the scene
Smoking that cigarette to capture the pose
All the groovy looks for the clothes you choose
Everything is about making you look good
As if other people and objects really could
Hey Mr. Peebrain it's about what's inside
Not what's on the outside that is so contrived
Why don't you try just to be real All that vanity makes you a heal
Find what you want and do it right And a little tip, it won't happen overnight
Lines like "it's so heavy" so cliché It's so easy to predict what you will say
All that talk of inner pain Just another reason for you to complain
There you go scruffy and mean
All tattooed and pierced for the scene
Smoking that cigarette to capture the pose
All the groovy looks for the clothes you choose
Sorry to shock you but it's time to wake up
Far as I'm concerned I've seen enough
I've said it now... so go figure it out
Being a poseur punk is not what it's all about
Poseur punk, since the beginning of the scene
Poseur punk, think you know what I mean
Poseur punk, come on try to grow
Poseur punk, had to let you know
Everything is about making you look good
As if other people and objects really could
Hey Mr. Peebrain it's about what's inside
Not about the outside that is so contrived
Why don't you try just to be real All that vanity makes you a heal
Find what you want and do it right And a little tip, it won't happen overnight
Lines like "it's so heavy" so cliché It's so easy to predict what you will say
All that talk of inner pain Just another reason for you to complain
Poseur punk, you're living a dream
Poseur punk, you are not what you seem
Poseur punk, you're easy to see through

Long day, short life
Wake up the kids, kiss your wife
Watch it go by so quick
No time to call in sick
Grow up fast and off to work
Surprised we don't all go berserk
Sweat it out in the day's sun
Time to reflect, you barely get none
Long day, short life
Wake up the kids, kiss your wife
Watch it all go by so quick
No time to call in sick
Out of it all, What'd you get?
A little time to hedge your bet
Drop dead in a ball of sweat
Work your ass to stay out of debt
What do you have to show?
Goes so quick yet the day is slow
Kids grow up and out the door
Stare at the wall and down at the floor
Long day, short life
Wake up the kids, kiss your wife
Were you free? Were you a slave?
Rush, rush, rush, to the grave
Now you get old and grey
Nobody listens to what you say
It seems as if you're just in the way
Find yourself counting the days
Long day short life...
Hope at least you still have a wife
Finally you've got nothing to prove...
Hope it doesn't hurt just to move
Long day short life
Wake up the kids, kiss your wife
Were you free? You were a slave

Let's kill all the cops and throw 'em in bags
Set it on fire on a pile of rags
Time for a little anarchy on the streets
Doesn't really matter if we all get beat
'Cause the world is really going to hell in a handbasket
They won't be happy 'til we are all laying in caskets
Time to start a riot and murder your boss
Fuck shit up even if the cause is lost
So let's kill all the cops, kill all the cops, kill all the cops today
Let's kill all the cops it has a certain ring
They are not really real human beings
They got a job a uniform and a gun
Of course they are stupid and devoid of fun
So it's time to party and go for it
Celebrate all we can as it all turns to shit
Give them the middle finger and tell them they smell
Laugh in their face and tell them to go to hell
So let's kill all the cops, kill all the cops, kill all the cops today
So let's kill all the cops if not now then when?
'Cause we can go to church and confess our sins
Then tell the Pope to shove it up his ass
Just like the priests who do it to the boys in class
And those stupid nuns just stare in quiet
Burn all the churches and let them watch us riot
Time to turn it all upside down
From coast to coast and in our home town

Started out of necessity
We were so broke and so hungry
In this world of food for cash
Got no choice its stuff and dash
Now we got that dread disease
Bulging pockets full of cheese
The narcs are at the electric door
I drop the goods right on the floor
[Chorus:]
I'm a kleptomaniac
We're all kleptomaniacs
Never ever give it back
Hey asshole what you looking at
(Steal or starve is where it's at)
Franco's got a special coat
Stole enough juice to fill a moat
Al's ripping off some smokes
Reshelving those half empty cokes
Cruise the aisles and pocket goods
They'd jail us if they only could
Get the cashier's dirty looks
She knows we're all a bunch of crooks
[Chorus]
Your inventory's short at Hughes
Cala Foods is paying dues
Safeway's filing Chapter Eleven
I pray we don't gotta rip off heaven
We ain't telling you what to do
Just saying what we been through
Don't come crying to us for bail
When they drag your ass on down to jail

I got a hole in my soul
How can I roll, how can I rock?
I got a hole in my sock
How can I rock, how can I roll?
I got a hole in my soul
I know just who you are
You'll never get very far
I got a joint in my hand
I apologize to my brother Dan
I got a joint in my hand
I got a hole in my soul
How can rock, how can roll?

Are the founding fathers terrorists or freedom fighters?
And Paul Revere the famous night rider
And Andrew Jackson the Indian killer
A movie of his life could be a nightmare thriller
Hand out blankets with disease
Our God is so much better we believe
Genocidal times, get on your knees
We are the good guys or so we perceive
So back then they rebelled against the king
The U.S. in Iraq is really the same thing
All the radio hate disc jockey's rage
Screaming we should blast them back to the Stone Age
Just like John Wayne running up the hill
See how many Vietnamese he could kill
Destroy the village to save it is part of the plan
Just as letting African's die of AIDS is to steal their land
"Mommy, was George Washington a terrorist?"
"No honey, he was a great man, the first president and an important slave owner."
"Mommy what are doing in Iraq?" "Honey we are gonna' teach these people how to be free."
We prop up the Saudi's corrupt regime
Denied people's rights and justice so it seems
All done for convenience and all that black gold
Send our boys off to protect our freedoms or so they're told
"Didn't they lynch black folks in the South
and set them on fire and hang them from trees just like they did those men in Iraq?"
"Oh honey, that was so long ago. We don't think about things like that."
All this hypocrisy makes us sick as hell
Our murderous government think they're so swell
Capture people deny them their rights
Abuse them from Guantanamo to the Golan Heights
Are the founding fathers terrorists or freedom fighters?
Take land from the Indians in trade for a little cider
Remember the only good Indian is one that is dead

Ronald laughs as millions starve
And profits forever increase
Your stenching farts as they smile
They say they try to please
Plastic chairs and fake shakes
To help it all go down
Polluting your children with their lies
And trying to destroy your mind
Corporate deathburger, Ronald McDonald
Change from your five
Ankles deep in blood
Make it your career
Sell billions every year
Golden arches and Ronald smiles
Ronald laughs as billions starve
And profits forever increase
Feeding all your grain to cows
Dead children rest in peace
The stench of humans rotting
Smells just like fish filet
Your sign neglects to mention
50,000 starved today
Corporate deathburger, Ronald McDonald
Change from your five
Torture camps for cows
Slaughter and starvation
From death Corporation
Golden arches and Ronald Smiles
You say you're Christians but you're a fake
Multinationals on the take

Here he comes, the man in the white suit
El Exigente
The Demanding One
To decide if our beans
Are rich enough
Are they good enough?
Have they the means?
Everyone looks on
Will he approve?
Will our village make it?
Boom or bust for us!
Or we'll be drinking a lot of coffee this winter
We look at him and he shakes his head no
We look at each other, and we all scream
El Exijente you are
Chock full of shit
We're hip to your plan scam man
Devalue our work and worth so you
Can have it for nothing
You and those gringo bosses
You're always taking profits ad losses
Capitalism is cannibalism
(swiped off Rachel HOLC's jacket)
You've never worked in a hot field for a day in your life
The revolution will come my friend
Those with none will get some
And we'll have a little justice
And what of you my friend?
Your suit might get very dirty
As you drink lye and choke
El Exijente, baby you are

You learn a lot in this life
And a bunch you never need to know
Now you're late for a destination
That you didn't choose to go
Walk, run, skip, or fly
Just to hurry up and wait
You can worry if you want to
But it's all sealed in the hands of fate
Broken dreams, I'm living on borrowed time
And I don't want to see it all just slide away
Yes, I could be losing pieces of my mind
But I'm playing it hard 'til my last day
Deal me in another hand
See what the cards say today
Stay in the game until the last draw
Nowhere to go anyway
Learn your lessons well my friends
Live every day like it's your last
We could build a future together
But we can't change the past
Broken dreams, I'm living on borrowed time
And I don't want to see it all just slide away
Yes, I could be losing pieces of my mind
But I'm playing it hard 'til my last day
Just remember this my friends
It ain't the years, it's the miles
There'll be many difficult hurdles
Tribulations and their trials
Smell the flowers, listen to the wind
Don't just take up space
Sometimes you don't see me smiling
But I really do love this place
Broken dreams, I'm living on borrowed time
And I don't want to see it all just slide away
Yes, I could be losing pieces of my mind

Christmas is black for me
No Hope, No Cheer
Christmas is black every year
Sitting all alone in your house
Nobody stirring, not a mouse
You got no money You got no friends
You got no life you don't need to pretend
Sitting there, all alone
Try to ignore the ringing phone
Your bottles empty, your drowned in booze
Don't need to here no bad bad news
There is no joy for me
Christmas is black for me
No hope no cheer
Christmas is black every year
Everyone dies on Christmas
Loneliest time of the year
Everyone cries on Christmas
Oh Christmas, Just fills me with fear
Deck the halls with boughs of Black
Your sisters dead from dealing crack
Was years ago, you were just eighteen
You weren't there but you can hear her scream
Your family waits by the Christmas tree
Just wondering where you might be
Where'd we go wrong, what can we do?
These charming strangers who don't know you
There is no joy for me
Christmas is Black for me
No hope No cheer

abandoned child, no one's baby ward of the state, a human mistake institutional living, will drive you crazy grey buildings, grey people, grey food, grey walls life has just started, roommate is retarded friends you got none, treated just like scum no where to go, nowhere to hide "ain't no love, ain't no pity, ya' stole me away from my mama's titty" grey buildings, grey people, grey food, grey walls turned 18, see any hope? think you'll fit, don't give a shit forget your past, 'cause nothin' lasts see some die, see shallow lies no going back no going home it's all pitch black stuck on drugs goin' drinkin' feelin' nuts goin' crazy feel like shit feelin' queer they got a label for this misbehavior call this living goin' drinkin' call this living i think i'm dying nowhere to go nowhere to hide no one to trust no on to confide in no going back no going home it's all pitch black big brother's a spy and he's watching you so do as your told and fit in the mold treat you cold, eat your soul he's your guardian angel, he's the master of control grey buildings, grey people, grey food, grey walls no going back, no going home it's all pitch black and there's no god in heaven so get off your knees

i control you through your fear kept you shackled all these years you were bought and sold in hell before you were born your life is mortgaged so grovel and sweat it's paid for my ego kept you in debt my thoughts- cash, cash need cash cash wheel and deal and steal feeding our lust it's just us you're a race of slaves half in your graves i'm a cancer cell here to tell you need me, i own you i deserve the light hanging around, cold and wet i'm out of work and desperate urine subways the stench of puke empty alleys beggars disease sweatin' on my cot which illness i got fight to survive just to stay alive pawn my tv set i got no regrets gotta make it home shoot some hope feel the warmth kill the light

Well my friend what you doing with your life
Couldn't do more damage if you used a knife
See you age s fast and i complain
So infatuated with a needle in your vein
Just a few kicks to get you off
So blind to the real cost
Your skin turns yellow you look so thin
Deep dark circles, we know where you've been
Just wishing you can hold your luck
It seems you don't give a royal fuck
Cause you sliding and then it's the end
Got to tell you cause your my friend
You gotta quit that shit
Get off your crash and die trip
So sad to see your life go so quick
Say it again your death wish is sick
Let's have a beer and try to make it last
Don't wanna see it all go so fast
You've gotta listen and get out of your haze
Hate to think you've got numbered days
That H is just a lot of junk
That speed you really don't need
Cocaine will make you crazy
It all makes you bleed
You got no answers, is it that much fun?
It'd only be quicker if you used a gun
Cause first you're sliding and then it's the end
Got to tell you cause you're my friend
You gotta quit that shit
Get off your crash and die trip
So sad to see your life go so quick

Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
All the folks in the street, in the cold, in the heat, it's a crime
Looking like a line or mourners stretching down the block and around the corer
Yes, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
Well they say cutting AFDC isn't too race
All those welfare moms getting fat on all that cash
Well, I heard a welfare mother's son say
"When I grow up, I'm gonna get me a gun
and I'm off to Sacramento in a flesh"
Now all the folks who used to call us "welfare bums"
Now are on that line mooching cigarettes and sniffing for crumbs
And as sure as the sky is blue sooner or later it's gonna be me or you
Cause what comes around is familiar when it comes
Now the poorest folks I know, just to eat
Have to short the landlord and not pay the heat
For the crime or being poor
They get a three-day notice and a sheriff at the door
Yeah, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
For a meal or a taste, or a bite, it's a waste of time
For the want of cash to borrow, they'll tell you
"Sorry boy, come back tomorrow,"
In a game designed to drive you out of your mind!
Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
All the folks in the street, in the cold, in the heat, it's a crime
Looking like a like of mourners
Stretching down the block and around the corner
Yes, the line at the welfare line
The line, like the rate of crime
The line, like a creeping vine

All this talk of Jesus Christ, praying
And reading the good book
Acting like if they call themselves Christian
Somehow they'll really be
But these people got so much power
Blood on their hands
And they act like they don't understand
So frigging blind, such hypocrisy
They don't wanna use their mind
God, are you listening to me?
Come on, it's plain to see
All this murder is done in your name
Don't you feel you're a little to blame?
Don't you wanna see
All the people fighting for God
Killing for peace
How many people have bit the dust?
How many have you left to die?
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Virgin Mary, Mother of God
Ain't this frigging odd?
Our father in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Is it all just a game?
I wanna say this blood's for you
For all you do
The blood, it really is for you
You and you and you and you
I'm talking to all of you
for whatever you might do
Jesus, he is drinking it out of the cup right now
He's talking but he's got some blood for you
I'm talking about all of you
This is something our of a rock
It's not juts a bunch of crock
Lord Jesus, Father, Holy Ghost
Ain't this thing odd?
Virgin Mary, Mother of God, is this
The Divine Plan, or what's the story?
I'm losing touch, can't you hear my
Prayer, but nothing, I don't see a sign

Man oh man that's right I'm sick of it
Sick of everybody and sick of their shit
Sick of my TV set telling me what to do
Pretty empty faces all smiling right at you
Sick of Blink 182 and their goofy hijinx
Sick of their poppy music that really stinks
I'm sick of all the rappers and all their bling bling
Hyped out fake anger they rhyme and sing
Sick of Classic Rock that's as old as dirt
And old rock stars that look really burnt
Sick of George Bush that republican fat ass
Always talking war and tax cuts for the upper class
Sick of Bill O'Reilly and his spin free zone
All right wing propaganda laced in self-righteous tones
Sick of all the yuppies in their SUV's
How their selfishness affects you and me
Sick of how this country is turning out
Greediness and self interest is what it's all about
Sick of George Clooney and the Hollywood jet set
Nicole Kidman so fucking good looking she never breaks a sweat
Sick of all the poseurs trying to make a scene
Sick of all us punk rock rockers, practicing looking mean
Sick of all you rednecks and your ugly stares
Tell you that you better beware
Yeah that's right, fucking sick of it

I'm falling in love with Debbie Boone
I hope I get to meet her soon
She looks so pure, so damn good
I'd be faithful yes i would
Holy Schmoley so hot and holy
Finger licking good like guacamole
Anyone got her home phone number
Like without Debbie is a total bummer
Sexy and Christian, her faith and trust
Sexy and Christian, born again lust
Sexy and Christian, what a mystique
Sexy and Christian, my little Angelique
Baby, baby you light up my life
Baby, baby would you be my wife
I want to be more than a fan
To be your one and only God fearing man
No matter how far or harsh the weather
We'll make a church and pray together
Personal friends of Jim and Tammy Baker
A contented hubby and little home maker
Sexy and Christian, guest spots on pay T.V
Sexy and Christian, the happiest Christians that'll ever be
Sexy and Christian, paid virginal dues
Sexy and Christian, whiter than daddy's shoes
Jesus whispering into our ear
Replaying the message for us all to hear
If we ever go astray or get lost
Remember our Lord died on the cross
With strength we can win
Against these creeping thoughts of sin
And if we pray for hours and hours
Eternal salvation will be ours
Those religious preachers we'll have to endure
But our souls will be clean and pure
Being with her would be total bliss
Just to hold hands, neck and kiss
Blinders on day to day
Make believe every thing's okay
Anyone got her home phone number

I don't wanna see
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna change
I'm narrow, quick to change
quick to condemn
quick to loose my temper
I've learned the tactics to control your behavior
I don't wanna know
The truth means self-denial
My selfishness is hatred
My hatred is greed
The world owes me
See me in my selfish womb?
[Chorus:]
I'll get what I want
Or else I'll throw a fit
Don't care who I take it from
Cause I'm the selfish shit
Like a spoiled brat
Greedy fat rat
Haven't grown since birth
A stillborn to death
[Chorus]
I manipulate the fools
Using people as my tools
Built my defense and disguise
By mixing up the truth with lies
I suck the life out of you
I suck the truth out of life
[Chorus]
People are just toys in my game
I'm the master
You're the whore
I keep mine
Give me yours
Betray your trust
Leave you poor
In a pit
Rich successful selfish shit
Cold and callous selfish shit
Denying it
Selfish shit
Every bit
The selfish shit
Socialism for the rich
Capitalism for the rest of you
I train you, then drain you
Then complain about you
Pleasing myself means everything
While it's misery to everyone else
Money is power
Power is death
Death is my life
My personal gratification
My justification
For the world situation
My self love
Has become my outward hate
The world unconscious
The alter-ego
The selfish shit
Every bit
The selfish shit
The submission I employ
The pain I cause

Born to believe... you are better
Treat everyone like they are nothing but debtors
You are the one... the truly forsaken
You in your role as the head undertaker
Prime Evil, Prime Evil, you are the one
You are the heaven and earth, you are the sun
You are the man who gets to hold the gun
Where will you hide when all this is done?
The more you prepare your torturous ways to hone your skill
Press a human being, bend them to your will
You become what you think you're fighting against in the end
How will you make your peace and make your amends?
Using the electricity, smell the burning stench
In your designed special torturer's trench
Try to change your clothes but you can't remove the smell
Even your dreams will not release you from your hell
Prime Evil, Prime Evil, you are the one
You are the heaven and earth, you are the sun
You are the man who gets to hold the gun
Who will cry for you when all this is done?
Are you still human? How is your sanity?
Need absolution, beg forgiveness from all humanity
Prime Evil, Prime Evil, you are the one
You are the heaven and earth, you are the sun
You are the man who gets to hold the gun

There's a guy at my work Really hard to know
Gotta' put up with him Just to make your dough
He can only feel big When he puts you down
He thinks he's somebody In this nobody town
He's the king of chumpsville Really nothing special
Doesn't care if he's hated Wants you to get intimidated
Yells at you and me Says to go faster
When I know he is just A pricked faced bastard
Likes to tell me I'm so weird
As he says it I can smell his fear
Always tries to say things To put me down
I keep right on smiling While he keeps his frown
He's the king of chumpsville Really nothing special
Doesn't care if he's hated Wants you to get intimidated
Yells at me Says to go faster
When I know he is just A pricked faced bastard
It really seems I've known him all my years
He likes to think He's well geared
He's just a foreman Works hard for the master
We all know He's just a prick faced bastard
Another day on the job I see him and I smile
Just passing through He'll be gone in a while
Saying bye soon I'll walk right past you
Know you for what you are A lame ass prick faced bastard
He's a user and a liar An abuser for hire
Nothing but a bully People will get tired
He'll fade and be dated Too long overrated
We all know He's just a prick faced bastard
He's the king of chumpsville Really nothing special
Doesn't care if he's hated Wants you to get intimidated
Yells at me Says to go faster

Racism is as American as apple pie
And if one black man dies who's gonna cry?
Smashed and handcuffed and beaten to death
One colored boy to deal with less
A graffiti artist was his crime
Mayor Koch says New York's finest are fine
Can justice really be this blind
Is the responsibility yours or mine?
South Bronx elderly woman can't pay her rent
She's a mental case so the SWAT team was sent
Wouldn't open the door so through the window they went
Blew her away in cold blood without regret
Pregnant woman from east L.A
Asked who knocked, they would not say
Refused to answer, those sheriffs went wild
Shot her in the stomach and she lost her child
Just another police related death
Those teenage boys from Texas caught with a little dope
It was Black Freedom Day, a prayer and a hope
Sent handcuffed in a boat to the middle of a lake
The boat sank, the boys drown, precautions they did not take
15,000 police homicides in America last year
How many dents did it make in any policeman's career?
The mayor and chief cry crocodile tears
Just look a but concerned as election time nears
Two sets of laws for the rich and the poor
Look at the prisons and tally the score
Black man's chance of prison one in four
Prejudice and racism wrapped in class war
If Malcolm and Martin were alive today
How many lives of grief and pain they could relay
And how for these injustices can anyone repay?
And with what amount of sorrow can anyone convey?
How much suffering must be endured
before this social cancer can be cured?
Do color and class make one good or bad?

I dreamed last night No more cops
It felt alright No more cops
No need to fight No more cops
'Cause no one needs to steal
Everyone gets a meal
If it was only real
We'd need no more cops
I dreamed last night no police
An army-less world doomed to peace
And now as all my dreaming stops
I see it clear, we need no more cops
No need to fear
I'd want to cheer
And I wish you were here
Before my slumber stops
It seems to me
That if we're really free
We need no more cops
No Holy War No more God
No more rent No more deeds
No more money No more greed
No more hate No more fear
No one unhappy No one sad
No one ripped off No one mad
But I awake Here instead
I wish I had Stayed in bed
I'd stay asleep in the deep
And in my thoughts I'd keep
No more cops
When life gets mean
Share in the dream
Until you scream - no more cops
I dreamed late last night
No more cops
No more cops

I see spirits rising from war's sad remains
they have survived with their way of life
To rebuilt again with what you cannot destroy
The love in their hearts for their lives and their earth
You've massacred and dismembered them
You've tortured and mistreated them
But you'll never steal, you'll never kill
Their culture
And some will survive though you try to kill millions
And the ones that survive will demand retribution
There's truth to their pleas, their demands and their cries
And we have to stand up to your cheating and lies
You've massacre and dismembered
And the atrocities are remembered
but you'll never steal, you'll never kill their culture
before conquistadors and Christians and Custer's last stand
The Buffalo, Eagle and Navajo roamed free on this land
Hitler's Germany, Apartheid, Nicaragua's blood drenched sand
The tears of all the women, the folly of men
Hopi prophecies say "Peace will come to mother's earth's friends"
The old wise ones taught love and respect before they passed on
And the young, they remember and they sing spirit songs
Mr. Greed, Mr, Government we all know you are wrong
The more you try to divide us we grow together and strong
And we'll never die
You're massacring and dismembering us
Torturing and mistreating us
But you'll never steal

I remember a funny man who used to make us laugh
But the proof of his truth--they cut his life in half
A caustic wit that cut a bit--opinions were too strong
He must have rubbed somebody wrong
'cause he's long time gone
I remember a crucial man--played strat' with his left hand
Tunes he chose of "Gold and Roe" and "Castles Made of Sand"
Social ills--hi conscience willed a different type of song
Sang about "lead"--click, BANG! He's dead--he's long time gone
I remember an ebony prince who taught his brothers pride
Said the black man's loss--just another cross on which another prophet has died
Some people wanted them leaderless--a race of hungry pawns
Their solution to his revolution: To make him long time gone
Though some will object when you suspect
That they cause to affect the cause and effect
When you reflect on lives that were checked
Still in retrospect the truth was neglected
Though some will protect the order they pecked
For failing to suspect the cleansing effect
Till you they reject with a Haitian insect
With AIDS they infect by a bite on the neck
Like the Nazi correct--kill and dissect
"The inferior Sect", their race to protect
I remember a gentleman who took his cause o far
Said not to be afraid but to parade and be just what you are
Defied the name of guilt and shame, he proved his skeptics wrong
Must have said something wrong, 'cause now he's long time gone

Life But How To Live It -
Life can get bumpy so get ready for a ride
Think you got a plan but let me confide
Got a few friends? You're luckier than most
On this map of life it's easy to get lost
Make a wrong turn and it could cost you a lot
But let's hope you get more than one shot
But you got to try and get off your ass
Sometimes when you fall down it just means you've got some class
There are no promises anyone can keep
No one will cry for you, maybe your momma' will weep
Be who you are let the players play their game
Being real is its own reward and it could keep you sane
You might just get to win some And there are so many more you lose
At least when you earn something You know you paid your dues
And if something comes too easy You'll lose it just the same
Remind yourself there is no sense Trying to lay the blame
So just remember you can run but you can't ever hide
Choose your choices well they are yours to decide
Be who you are and as they say, keep it real
There's nothing very long that you can conceal
Life seems long but it goes by really quick
Be a gentle person and don't be a lousy prick
Be grateful and treat others the way you want to be treated
Don't be sour grapes 'cause every now and then we all get cheated
Life's a vibrating string, an illusion at best
Try to get it better each time and forget the rest
There will always be pain - but it will pass
Try to enjoy it 'cause it goes by so fast
Make a wrong turn and it could cost you a lot
But let's hope you get more than one shot
But you've got to try and get off your ass
Sometimes when you fall down it just means you got some class
Life's a vibrating string, an illusion at best
Try to get it better each time and forget the rest
There will always be pain - but it will pass

From the beginning it was like that
You were so special the Maltese cat
You weren't being trendy or trying to be cool
You just could never... be anyone's fool
People could tell by the way you strut your stuff
So flamboyant and so so buff
We could always never get enough
No one could touch you or ever call your bluff
You were the king and queen of Texas hardcore
So many universes for you to explore
You always said to "kill from the heart"
Knew where you were going from the start
You warned about people talking behind one's back
And about people and graces that they lacked
Figuring it out... you always had a knack
Your friends that loved you, you always cut some slack
So show your fine fine face
No one can take your place
You are so refined
You are one of a kind
Yeah that's right and no one is better
No one gets us happier or any wetter
You fit so fine like a favorite sweater
Never let them hang their Scarlet Letter
From the beginning it was like that
You were always so darn real and phat
You weren't being trendy or trying to be cool
You just were... could never be anyone's fool
People could tell, you were so clear
About the bullshit you could never adhere
Time goes by, month to year
You said "girls like you make me queer"
So show your fine fine face
No one can take your place
You are so refined

Born so ahead in life it's all a game
There you rule so smug - with no shame
Plan your life in the upper class
You're such a fucking selfish ass
Daddy sets you up with all his cash
Time to sober up from having a blast
A DWI could ruin your career
Or kill someone next to you who you hold dear
Well you found God, you're such a holy creep
In church with all your buddies for the cameras you weep
On your knees, with the good book... you'll keep
Smile to cover up just how much you want to sleep
Life is a party as you sail through Yale
All your frat boy antics, still no jail
How many arrests on your rap sheet were erased?
As the courts always seem to lose your case
And that year and a half in the National Guard
Where no one remembers you being in the yard
A chicken hawk holy warrior for Christ
Watch the war on TV and all the people getting diced
Compassionate conservative you're full of shit
With the country clubbers you're such a hit
For tax cuts for the rich you will lie
As you plan for Social Security to die
How many lives were destroyed today?
And no one can get married... if they're gay
Carpet-bomb the world, collateral damage you say
And just remind the Africans with AIDS to pray
Destroying the planet while making the rich richer
And still manage to make it to bed by nine
Go for a jog and choke on a pretzel
You and your cronies are nothing but swine
Fuck you & God Bless America
Fuck you & God Bless America

Dead cops
Down on the street
Giving poor the heat
With their clubs and guns
Doin' it all for fun
Dead Cops
Big bad and blue
They're in the Klan too
Brutality is their sport
We'll put 'em to the torch
Dead Cops
Rebel, rebel on the street
Makeup on my face
Stockings on my feet
All the straights asking me why
I'm not a normal American guy
What makes America so straight
and me so bent?
Call this the land of the free
Say its the home of the brave
You know they call me a queen
Just another human being
What makes America so straight
and me so bent?
Your authority and power
Has turned us sick and sour
And your justice is a lie
We're gonna fight until you die
What makes America so straight
and me so bent?
Dead Cops
Watcha gonna do
The Mafia in blue
Huntin' for queers
Niggers and you
Dead cops
Time for a switch
Army of the rich
Macho fuckin' slaves

When I walk into the store
They sell the chickens by the score
But eating dead birds just ain't for me
I don't eat roast beef or fish
Porky Pig is not my dish
Just go ahead and let your chickens be
In chicken circles it's Adolph Perdue
Wants to feed featherless chicken to you
I don't take orders from Colonel Sanders
Do you?
I don't wanna eat no hens
Not even every now or then
Wanna let all the chickens be
[Chorus:]
Bawk, bawk, bawk...
Swing to the east and swing to the west
Swing with the chickens you love best
Come on down and do the chicken squawk with me
Wishing Daffy lots of luck
Cause Elmer Fudd's a hunting duck
They're dreaming about their little fricassee
And Bugs Bunny is a friend of mine
Eating him I'd feel like Frankenstein
Eating flesh seems pretty foul to me
So on Thanksgiving or Christmas Eve
Give them turkeys a reprieve
Ain't no turkey got to die for me
Foghorn, Leghorn wrote to me
Say's MDC's alright by me
Cause we all learned to let our chickens free
[Chorus]
Lordy Jesus this must be the end
They got us eating our cartoon friends
Emancipate those little chickadees
Swing to the east and swing to the west
Swing to the chicken you love best

Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush.
His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush.
He drank like a fish while he drove a car about.
But that didn't matter 'cause his daddy bailed him out.
DUI, that is. Criminal record. Cover-up.
Well, the first thing you know little Georgie goes to Yale.
Can't spell his name but they never let him fail.
Spends all his time hangin' out with student folk.
And that's when he learns how to snort a line of coke.
Blow, that is. White gold. Nose candy.
The next thing you know, there's a war in Vietnam.
Kin folks say, "George, stay at home with Mom."
Let the common people get maimed and scarred.
We'll buy you up a spot in the Texas National Guard.
Cush, that is. Country clubs. Nose candy.
Twenty years later George gets a little bored.
He trades in the booze, says that Jesus is his Lord.
He said, "Now the White House is the place I wanna' be."
So he called his daddy's friends, they called the GOP.
Gun owners, that is. Falwell. Jesse Helms.
Come November 7, the election ran late.
Kin folks said "Jeb, give the boy your state!"
"Don't let those colored folks get anywhere near polls."
So they put up barricades so they couldn't punch their holes.
Chads, that is. Duval County. Miami-Dade.
Before the votes were counted all the five Supremes stepped in.
Told all the voters "Hey, we want our George to win."
"Stop counting votes!" was their solemn invocation.
And that's how little Georgie finally got his coronation.