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Feel Good Protest Song
04:13
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Feel Good Protest Song
You want to gather them up by their lies & stick them in cages?
The law says you can't up-rise,
you speak your mind and you are suspect.
What fear made us want this?
What fear made us need this?
We voted ourselves benign & threw ourselves on their leashes
God damn the when and how keeps coming around.
I'll be damned, every time we shoot it down.
Who the hell dreams up this shit?
Aint that a son of a bitch?
The big bad wolf don't need a disguise, we're sound asleep & complacent.
Lulled past the need for little white lies, they're hardly white they're blatant.
We're splitting hairs with what's going on.
half the time we get it wrong.
they herd us up & we move along.
Another worthless, toothless protest song.
Humanitarian talkie talk.
It makes me sick to hear you balk.
No golden spoon yet a privileged son
You're full of worthless, toothless protest songs.
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Con Man Romeo
04:54
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Con Man Romeo
She gave it up to a con man romeo, two times in a row.
He knocked her up before he got locked up, now he's out on parole.
Third times a charm. And she believes the lie.
Now shes home, alone, with two kids- she ask her mama, why?
I hate to say he's gone but being gone is all he's really good at.
Southbound heads our con man romeo, skipping out on parole.
They nabbed his ass for smashing glass, now he's back in the hole.
Waiting for change? Won't come.
He'll wait forever.
Just biting the hand that feeds, one day they'll sever.
You call that living to your own accord? Well, cut the cord because living to your own accord, you can't afford.
You got your hand out & you're taking more..it's always more.
You got a nipple in that mouth of yours. Your own accord?
I hate to say he's gone but being gone is all he's really good at.
Anchor dropped. Gone fishing for an easy dream. At times he feels so alone.
Guys like that are easy pray for a baby tree.
Dry dock hangs his boat.
I see the faith in what I do, I see my faith with eyes on you.
Have you ever seen the faith in what you do?
I see the faith in what I do, I save my faith the likes of you.
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Clean
03:23
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Clean
I know you are out there hearing this but are you listening?
Everyday we see the signs, I trust one day we'll learn to read.
I took a look but stood aside of it, until I saw it clean.
I still the tongue that justifies & started breathing clean.
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5/4dor
06:06
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5/4dor
I see me clear & stilled, in the shadow I cast across the ground.
Don't mind me here, standing in this fleshy mass of happenstance.
And I. I see you more now.
And I. I feel you more now.
Still & clear this fleshy mass of happenstance.
Still it on the inside & live it on the outside.
Yellow tops the blue of mid-white. From spark through smoke, of air.
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The Jenkem Scare of 2007
03:35
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The Jenkem Scare of 2007
It’s a shame to see them go on that way,
them broken souls.
Just drifting through their days..afraid...on a raft of blame.
It's a shame to hear them go on that way,
them broken souls.
Lying through their teeth, from top, a
soapbox of blame.
It's a shame they really feel that way,
them broken souls.
Sad & a bit insane the way they cling to blame.
The blood on your (my) hands the blood in your (my) veins the blood on your (my) teeth... what's hidden in your (my) shame? it's one in the same.
Before you get too full of yourself..
Before you put me on a shelf..
Before you aim to wipe out what makes you so afraid..
It's one and the same.
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Migalooch (Ark of the Tacovenant)
Migalooch give a call-
every other Sunday,
To shoot the shit & bust some balls...
this way we know we're not dead.
I see him, behind my eyes.
Migalooch you never call-
Pop I'm standing right here.
He looked me right in the eyes
and asked if he was dead.
I see him behind my eyes
I feel him in my stance.
It's down to me, if I'm going to get along.
Hoping won't see the better parts of me adorn
another day since being born...
From a man
Same print of hand
Behind my eyes
In my stance.
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7. |
Fleeing to Expire
05:15
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Fleeing to Expire
Alright I might, I just might...
what the fuck do you got to lose man?
Paying your bills. Show up on time.
Mow the lawn. Ideal citizen.
Pay them taxes. Pay your dues. Smile.
Mind your mouth. Mind the rules. Smile.
Fleeing to expire.
Wake up, wake up. Wake the fuck up.
What are you going to do man just daydream your dreams away?
You’re always walking around, just laying around in a haze of indifference.
Wake up? To what?
Fleeing to expire.
Freedom, I fear freedom.
I fear freedom might rip this routine from my hands.
I fear freedom might blow this roof right
off my house.
What I got to do I can do tomorrow but
tomorrow always repeats today.
Yeah. Freedom? I fear freedom.
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8. |
The Shit Some Say
04:29
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The Shit Some Say
Brother only sees things one way,
through a narrow pane.
Talking me full of his insane.
Such a bad plague.
Brother's so full of say so,
but what does he know?
shit ain't true because you fear so.
But what do I know?
Half the time I'm tangled in my own damn fishing line. Pop hauled it all on a broke back.
Mama’s little set backs. My brother never gave a crap. I gots all three of that.
Mama pays no mind to what you say.
She's built her own cage.
Lives in her fairy tale- dream way.
Yet she still complains.
Mother’s so full of say so,
but what does she know?
Shit ain't true because you wish so. But what do I know?
Half the time I'm tangled in my own damn fishing line. Pop hauled it all on a broke back.
Mamas little set backs. My brother never gave a crap. I gots all three of that.
Tuck tail & out of sight, when it comes to fight or flight. DNA has a way of showing what you hide away.
Anybody hearing what we say? It's fucking insane. The shit we're serving up these days.
You know there comes a day.
To make our bed & lay in our say so, the one that we wrote. Shit ain't true because you say so.. Its because you lived so.
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9. |
The Truth of the Lie
04:44
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The Truth of the Lie
I've tried but I just can't decide,
do I want to live the truth or the lie?
The truth keeps me sharping my my
teeth on the bone but they say the squeaky
toy comes with a good home.
I've tried but I just can't decide,
do I want to love the truth or the lie?
The truth will justify me right out of your bed
but the lie buys me time that someday we'll be fine.
I've tried but I just can't decide
do I want to bleed the truth or the lie?
The truth has me bleeding out dead on
the floor but the lie’s life line has a future in mind.
Don’t kill the worst in me,
you’ll kill the best in me.
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