• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Marks Shit - Palatka
• Matured You Bet - Palatka
• Cheering Section - Palatka
• Voice Of The Actors - Palatka
• Another Sort Of Blacklist - Palatka
• Lets Have A Kid Sure Why Not - Palatka
• The State Of 6pm - Palatka
• Where The Teachers Go To Learn - Palatka

Shit sticks to false teeth and
your mouth is full of nothing.
With your mouth so full of shit,
I can't understand a word you're saying.
Sever the arm to save the body,

I didn't know that 22 and jaded could get
"best dressed kid in our class".
But now you're off the back of this corpse,
it seems you're off fucking another.
I'm so fucking sick it's not cool to
pretend you're full of shit.
I remember when you weren't so numb,

In good will gesture crowds color-coded
words stand on tiptoe to shout,
necks crane sore to watch people not like them beaten,
attacked, and crushed beneath;
flag-waving arms that learn to hit flag-burning
infidels glistening with spit;
flag-waving arms stretched upwards
in support of white-minded individuals
working to curb freedoms once fought
for by peole in picket lines, by people
on busrides, by people behind bedroom doors,

They'll barely contain themselves when aisle after aisle
of red, white and blue go on sale in the discount bins

This can only be a sample of what's
To come-keeping all bad promises of
Better years and leaving out what's undone.
We'll file the paperwork and hope for the best.
But in the years to come we've got nothing or maybe less.
It took 60 years to account for these basic needs
And a lot fewer to cut spending and

Return receipts and greeting cards,
caring so little and trying too hard.
Blood thickens and sickens and begins to constrict,
it's threatening and deadening and cuts to the quick...
let's not be related anymore.
Did they make you wish you had stayed quiet?
Have they made you feel like you can't think for yourself?
Do they tell you that when you grow up,
you'll think like they do and be a fuck up as well?

Don't we thrive on absurdity,
Always looking for the new, the fucked-up?
Whle on the other side of the tv
Screen we're choking on analog throw up.
This lapse of "traditional"
Values is a prime-time broadcast,
But as surreal as it may seem,
It's just a vague re-working of
A past collapsed. this
Is twenty-frames-per-second of a flagrant lack of content.
This is half an hour of a vacant human interest.
This is a steaming load of shit,
Slanted opinions and doctored statistics.
This is the state of the six o' clock

Now I know where the squares all go,
and I'm paying money to be involved.
What makes me think I'll be absolved from
the ranks of the assholes once I'm on the payroll?
Maybe I should reconsider before it's my turn
to stand and deliver--make no mistake at all,