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Nine Patriotic Hymns for Children 12" - Vermiform
Mount the Pavement
Mount the pavement lick the pavement clean you say you want honesty well it's the puppets who pull the strings no one's got the boot to our heads and we still gorge ourselves on the troughs of their prefab culture mount the pavement lick the pavement clean.
Shroud
Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the insides rotting our here's their omission there's the infection in between are the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead no alarm sounded no measures taken the tranquility whispers back shut up and die banished to the margin with full guilt implied called up from oblivion only when it's time to count the hides here's their omission there's the infection in between are the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead cease to exist.
By the Throat
I want to see the finger pointed at those who've claimed to cross the line. I want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws they cling to so dearly with sharp insecure claws I don't care about your routine I refuse to fall in with the disarmed machines I don't give a fuck how hard you are or how hard you think you are I don't care about you incentives or you values if only I could make the gesture real if only I could grab you all by the throat.
Nine Years Later
Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still believing the lies of a peace and prosperity of a peace with thousand executed by disease of a prosperity with millions living on our streets and I've got to wonder what the fuck it's going to take can it be undone can we stem the tide of violence or are we going to sit back and relax and watch tv while the have nots get their heads kick in over and over and over again are we going to keep counting the policies that failed and the lies that worked they worked they worked they worked we swallowed them deep swallowed them whole.
Jock Gestapo
Jock gestapo shouting from trucks spitting on beating down those who strayed shitting on beating in those who stayed who would not be crushed by the offensive line's weight jock gestapo jock gestapo jock gestapo and apple pie ignorance locker rooms coaches and guards fists fly weirdos cower in the halls specimen machines evil and lean defenders tackles for an american dream jock gestapo and apple pie time infects wounds fester here comes the train rail them to death.
Organ of Hope
The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hid the spite that want to forgive us wretched insects if only we'd learn how to get in line there's still room on the cross for the sheep of the flock there's still space available to join the angels at the trough & no one knows how much you've suffered Christ is kind (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) I'm not related to the guilty flesh that repents I turn my back on the burning heart that farts obedience purity is shit evil is virtue gfffggft blaggga bdgh & and no one's suffered quite like you Christ is king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) servant or slave the balance always works out the same pray for me shepherd me because I won't die for your sins won't drink your blood won't eat your flesh won't share your victory over sin & death don't repent the end has come and gone.
Well Fed Fuck
Are you a good team player remember the boss is your best friend kill your head.
Eulogy 7" - Vermiform
Eulogy
There was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn't give convenient answers and a cheap way out killed himselfwithout actually dying, took a blunt lie and gouged out his mind And I can't accept that he's found the answers to those questions I'll be trying to solve until I die And I can't accept that he's somehow "better off" because the answers aren't that simple we always assumed he wasn't either and I want his beautiful religion to burn because Steve's dead... I wasn't offered the chance to say goodbye.
Industrial Relations Dept. 7" - vermiform 1
Half Mast
When freedom is in hiding from morality when you've finally scrubbed this great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you've finally divorced the numbers from the names we can return to your good old days bound and gagged by sex and race chained by family crazed by god while we raise the flag shout down the past the stars and stripes stream by at half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do mine I never knew the high price of hypocrisy so pledge allegiance to the death penalty believe in your drug war bow down to the to set you need to cultivate that apathy that swells inside your throat raise the flag shout down the past your stars and stripes stream by at half mast your eyes well up with tears yeah so do mine half mast dehumanized half mast divided half mast overloaded half mast who the fuck cares so long as you can sleep well under the iron fist.
Xmas Eve
A nation of nonbelievers unrepentant in their hearts pious one night out of every year ease the mind ditch the guilt and alls right and just on xmas eve the jokes on them the dead are never gonna rise again Rise again on xmas morning three cheers for santy hip hooray our saintly concern for world peace lies at our feet undisguised as naked greed the joke's on them the dead are never gonna rise again and christ's dead flesh keeps right on rotting.
Nine Years Later
Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still believing the lies of a peace and prosperity of a peace with thousand executed by disease of a prosperity with millions living on our streets and I've got to wonder what the fuck it's going to take can it be undone can we stem the tide of violence or are we going to sit back and relax and watch tv while the have nots get their fucking heads kick in over and over and over again are we going to keep counting the policies that failed and the lies that worked they worked they worked they worked we swallowed them down deep we swallowed them whole.
Born Again
Born again as just another product born again as the next big thing once a vehicle for outrage now just entertainment packaged tastefully the status quo whose very abuses generated our contempt now courts us now treats us like the serviles they know we've become I reject the leveraged buyout I reject the corporate sellout I reject their lame ass version of what they fuck this music's all about and make no mistake all they want is your money all they need is your numb nod of approval and all they demand is your silence born again dead.
Witness to a Rape
Witness to a crime but I lost track of the times violence against women against half of human kind meshed with our culture part of our civilization ground into our faces part of our indoctrination no one seems to question when we're brought up in a system where we're taught to hate the other through false desires my own language betrays my good intentions forces my head into the shit into the lies and I'm told take part in the fantasy when every six minutes it comes true and I'm told what I want what I need and yeah I want it yeah I need it rape force fed the lie for all my life woman has her place and it's only skin deep like so many flanks of meat up for inspection to be judged on a scale of one to ten.
Battle Hymns of the Race War 10" - Vermiform
Murder the Sons of Bitches
Here comes another round of deploy and deter more strong words for bullshit that doesn't work levers pulled for pulling levers while grown adults stand & applaud stronger measures home security is taken on faith as larger apparatus slowly slides into place!!!! No bells toll when lights dim in prison halls no tears slip when solemn state duty calls just you wait until you get in the way murder the sons of bitches make them pay for their victims pain this may not always work but by god they'll never do that again & the flesh still works up until the switch is thrown but the state lives on long after it's cells are gone just you wait this is how it starts.
Mt. Dew
OK, mister media relations, hired & fired in the space of a sentence, and somewhere in between you bounced back at me, I can't believe the garbage you tried to push for a full time job, I won't say I told you so just beware of salesmen bearing gifts that amount to a whole lot less than what you threw away has the backlash even started the way the shit was coated we may just never know how much damage was done.
Footbound & Hobbled
The day is coming when doctors will clip off thumbs the same way they snip off little boys' foreskins the day is coming when hospitals will be obliged to douse newborn eyes with lye the day is coming when all tongues are sheared to spare this nation the vicious slander of a few bad apples and we will all march towards tomorrow footbound & hobbled.
This Trash Should've Been Free
This trash should've been free, take the bus to the city run while you fucking can this trash should've been free, break the monotony of falling into rank in parking lots trash free this trash should've been free you don't have to serve god & country or eat the things they've forced on me this trash will never be free you flickered out and died far away in a place where they'll take your life on credit trash free this trash is just a memory that's nursed like stolen whiskey and though you're still alive I know you'll choke and suffocate.
Poland
We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from their bed as the special guests of honor you've been at the factory for hours already don't worry we'll lock the door when we leave for the border what we know is from the world of soundchecks and gas money and maybe a few tales from warmer climates where we were once paid well and I can't stand to think of all the bastards that a4e coming to sleep on your floor Poland.
Sendero
Last year's lives lie in state but there's no damage assessment from this far away this is not another proxy war no this is something different & somehow worse and this is not another revolutionary joke tailored for your armband jargon & your arm chair support because now this side's gone to pieces and this side's fallen apart and in between there's all the human beings wearing their own brains and soaked in blood this is your clenched fist this is your shining path self destruct.
Set Your AM Dial For White Empowerment
Rush Limbaugh's on the air again proving they're all guilty until proven... when he hits the captive rush hour they'll be laughing right along. Aunt & uncle tune the radio in make my cousins in the car listen so someday they'll be able to distinguish white from wrong. As they scramble, scramble, ramble... scrambling from the cities too, Newark Detroit L.A. as a cue to the gun permit suburbs swelling on the edge of any town. And on the radio callers have a catch in their throats, maybe some tiny hint of some growing alarm as they scramble, scramble, ramble... house to house drag brown faces into the shit and on the radio white folks call up to joke so fed up with the liberal government, set your AM dial for white empowerment.
Born Against Are Fucking Dead
Born Against are fucking dead that's what the answering machine said looks like this is it!!! They talked one too many shit about the working class and the government did you hear what those faggots said in some fanzine someone else read I heard they're a bunch of spoiled little rich kids who need to get their asses kicked fucking ingrates! Fucking pussies!! Born Against are fucking dead dead dead guaw hutdsas kjrhs aonpdre (fight scene) Born Against are fucking dead by order of the postmaster general just like the panthers only this time for real because the feds have tapped their telephone & the LAPD raided their home (this is an approximation)...
No Answers flexi - Ebullition, 1991
Alive With Pleasure
The Marlboro Man's dead and so are all his cowboys their propaganda killed my mother preyed on force of habit The Marboro Man is dead and so are all his cowboys their propaganda killed my mother addicted her to the soot Alive with pleasure eager to purchase Alive with pleasure happy to smolder She exhaled painI inhaled decay no iron lung can cut a tumor the size of a fist from your throat Rotten black lung and family hands it down a learned destruction the ashes please me to sickness.
Born Against/Universal Order of Armageddon 7"
I am a Idiot
I'm not an idiot I'm not an idiot, I'm not a fucking stooge: so stop talking to me about guns and bombs and and stop trying to sell me on class warfare - I'm not brain dead and I'm not an endtable and I'm really, really quite sure that you DO NOT mean business, that you're just one of many stupid shouting voices who wants to play fight the pigs and talk drunk about bombing gas stations, until you have to work in one that is, friend.
I'm not an idiot so please, please, please stop yabbering to me about the first amendment - because you're never going to get on tv so anybody can hear you, and even if you did get on tv you still wouldn't know what the fuck to say, and even if you did get on tv and you did have something exciting to say they STILL wouldn't air you because you'd be wearing your extra large "Fuck Censorship" t-shirt and a long time ago, long before you were even born, the government got together with the radio and tv stations to make sure that those kind of wordswould never in a million years be broadcast, so for god's sake just stop talking.
Bit Part in a Bad Movie
I'm irrelevant
except for a brief walk on role
as the less articulate
heir to a bunch of people
who had a purpose and a plan
all is shit and chaos
araggghhbnbt
things change, these days
in such quick, cruelly absurd ways
and I'll never be more
than a footnote to the bullshit
my bit part in a bad movie
my cameo
my importance
Screeching Weasel Split - Lookout
Janelle (lyrics by Ben Weasel)
Janelle is awfully bright/For a fresh girl of eighteen/She knows all the punk rock sites/And does a cool fanzine/Janelle can be so tactful/A quality that's often rare/But if you're talking factual/You're talking dyed pink hair/And she's not afraid if anything/And she won't get old and boring/And I don't think the East Bay punks/Will wake up long enough/To meet Janelle/Janelle/ Janelle/she's so swell/And she dosen't smell/Like most of her pals/And if I have to spell it out for you/I'll tell you that I'm sweet on Janelle/And she's not afraid of anything/And she won't get old and boring/And I don't think East Bay punks/Will wake up long enough to meet Janelle/Too bad 'cause I'm fond of Janelle/Oh, yeah I'm makin' a fool of myself/Oh yeah/Oh yeah/Oh yeah/ Oh yeah/Oh yeah/Oh yeah/she's so swell/Janelle/Janelle/Janelle/Janelle.
Go Fuck Youself (BW)
I would like to crush your pointed head/You fucking puke/I think you wet the bed/I would like to punch your stupid face/Grab you by your punk rock hair/ and bash your brains/I've never met someone as dumb as you/You're an ingrate and an arrogant prick too/You jump at every single chance to display your ig- norance/You stupid bigmouth/Why don't you just go home/and fuck yourself/Can't take a hint/You're a dick/A walking, talking piece of shit/You're also a slob/ and you've got no class/and you need a kick in your fat ass/You fucking moron/ why don't you just go home and fuck yourself?
Born Against/ Man Is The Bastard 8" - Vermiform
Albany Academy
The campus leaves have begun to turn what you did for me I'm learning how to compete what you did for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you. A lazy fist smashing teeth, young boys laughing at a shriveled dick, hot urine running down a face, thank you for what you did to me, thank you, thank you, thank you sir, thank you.
Wearing a Lampshade
You certainly aren't the victim shocked as you may seem the man stands up for chivalry when it's fuck you on the street I can't say how many times it needs to be told no I don't wear them no I don't eat them that hypocrite shit won't go won't go you certianly aren't the beauty that makes the steel jaws bleed and there's no gate at the front of these camps saying work will set you free I'm tired of being the threat in a world of murderers shit on just for giving a shit about a bunch of rats wearing a lampshade 40 times over 40 times the man gives what she needs mister beautifier, mister defender, just won't listen when he's told the lampshades in the fatherland are only 50 years old.
$5 An Hour
See the white wreckage the ones who couldn't afford to leave the white pride working poor who really live and work with the ones we all hate who can remember when their neighborhood looked brighter but somehow forget that the Italians used to be niggers and the Irish were the spics so at 50 years old they eat shit for $5 an hour and just don't make teh connections It makes the first generatin turn over in their immigrant graves - but what can you do? See union uncle Joe, the ones who proved the American dream can fuck you hard without a color, as lost as can be when commercials come on tv for insurance and cars and vacations, All teh things white people are entitled to as the fruit of this nation's lysol douched womb See the white wreckage ask what the fuck is wrong with me.
My Favorite Housing Project
I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one where my grandmother died I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one between the river and the highway live and die live and die start to die in a human warehouse.
Murderers Among Us (comp)
Good Father
The American Dream the good father wants to peddle it one way democracy it's our gift to the savages the good father the holy saviour rests one hand on a smaller neighbor and we're nowhere close to getting what we need Father knows best we're going to own you father knows best we're going to kill you bulldozed with dollar bills paving over the bloddy mash so much light to spread while the gore's still fresh we own the government the crops the land your hearts and minds see the system works the dead just don't know it yet father knows best we're going to own you father knows best we're going to kill you the good father stands tall waiting to embrace his smallest child and if you act fast we promise you won't feel the pain.
Our Voice Pro Choice (comp)
Resist Control (Life's Blood cover)
War waged on the people government lies fueled by fear Trust the unity of money and machine gun a bullet in the head for my indiscretions how much oppression can you take rise above it's time to fight back cease and desist orders the police force rise above resist control.
Give Me back! (comp)
Body Counts
Fuck your vision of a world where no one's ugly and no one's old fuck your version of a beauty that sets the standard for all the runners up fuck your definition of perfection teh smiling commodity that isn't human that isn't allowed to step off the page and testify this isn't real.
Mount the Pavement
Mount the pavement lick the pavement clean you say you want honesty well it's the puppets who pull the strings no one's got the boot to our heads and we still gorge ourselves on the troughs of their prefab culture mount the pavement lick the pavement clean.
Shroud
Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the insides rotting our here's their omission there's the infection in between are the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead no alarm sounded no measures taken the tranquility whispers back shut up and die banished to the margin with full guilt implied called up from oblivion only when it's time to count the hides here's their omission there's the infection in between are the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead cease to exist.
By the Throat
I want to see the finger pointed at those who've claimed to cross the line. I want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws they cling to so dearly with sharp insecure claws I don't care about your routine I refuse to fall in with the disarmed machines I don't give a fuck how hard you are or how hard you think you are I don't care about you incentives or you values if only I could make the gesture real if only I could grab you all by the throat.
Nine Years Later
Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still believing the lies of a peace and prosperity of a peace with thousand executed by disease of a prosperity with millions living on our streets and I've got to wonder what the fuck it's going to take can it be undone can we stem the tide of violence or are we going to sit back and relax and watch tv while the have nots get their heads kick in over and over and over again are we going to keep counting the policies that failed and the lies that worked they worked they worked they worked we swallowed them deep swallowed them whole.
Jock Gestapo
Jock gestapo shouting from trucks spitting on beating down those who strayed shitting on beating in those who stayed who would not be crushed by the offensive line's weight jock gestapo jock gestapo jock gestapo and apple pie ignorance locker rooms coaches and guards fists fly weirdos cower in the halls specimen machines evil and lean defenders tackles for an american dream jock gestapo and apple pie time infects wounds fester here comes the train rail them to death.
Organ of Hope
The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hid the spite that want to forgive us wretched insects if only we'd learn how to get in line there's still room on the cross for the sheep of the flock there's still space available to join the angels at the trough & no one knows how much you've suffered Christ is kind (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) I'm not related to the guilty flesh that repents I turn my back on the burning heart that farts obedience purity is shit evil is virtue gfffggft blaggga bdgh & and no one's suffered quite like you Christ is king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) servant or slave the balance always works out the same pray for me shepherd me because I won't die for your sins won't drink your blood won't eat your flesh won't share your victory over sin & death don't repent the end has come and gone.
Well Fed Fuck
Are you a good team player remember the boss is your best friend kill your head.
Eulogy 7" - Vermiform
Eulogy
There was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn't give convenient answers and a cheap way out killed himselfwithout actually dying, took a blunt lie and gouged out his mind And I can't accept that he's found the answers to those questions I'll be trying to solve until I die And I can't accept that he's somehow "better off" because the answers aren't that simple we always assumed he wasn't either and I want his beautiful religion to burn because Steve's dead... I wasn't offered the chance to say goodbye.
Industrial Relations Dept. 7" - vermiform 1
Half Mast
When freedom is in hiding from morality when you've finally scrubbed this great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you've finally divorced the numbers from the names we can return to your good old days bound and gagged by sex and race chained by family crazed by god while we raise the flag shout down the past the stars and stripes stream by at half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do mine I never knew the high price of hypocrisy so pledge allegiance to the death penalty believe in your drug war bow down to the to set you need to cultivate that apathy that swells inside your throat raise the flag shout down the past your stars and stripes stream by at half mast your eyes well up with tears yeah so do mine half mast dehumanized half mast divided half mast overloaded half mast who the fuck cares so long as you can sleep well under the iron fist.
Xmas Eve
A nation of nonbelievers unrepentant in their hearts pious one night out of every year ease the mind ditch the guilt and alls right and just on xmas eve the jokes on them the dead are never gonna rise again Rise again on xmas morning three cheers for santy hip hooray our saintly concern for world peace lies at our feet undisguised as naked greed the joke's on them the dead are never gonna rise again and christ's dead flesh keeps right on rotting.
Nine Years Later
Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still believing the lies of a peace and prosperity of a peace with thousand executed by disease of a prosperity with millions living on our streets and I've got to wonder what the fuck it's going to take can it be undone can we stem the tide of violence or are we going to sit back and relax and watch tv while the have nots get their fucking heads kick in over and over and over again are we going to keep counting the policies that failed and the lies that worked they worked they worked they worked we swallowed them down deep we swallowed them whole.
Born Again
Born again as just another product born again as the next big thing once a vehicle for outrage now just entertainment packaged tastefully the status quo whose very abuses generated our contempt now courts us now treats us like the serviles they know we've become I reject the leveraged buyout I reject the corporate sellout I reject their lame ass version of what they fuck this music's all about and make no mistake all they want is your money all they need is your numb nod of approval and all they demand is your silence born again dead.
Witness to a Rape
Witness to a crime but I lost track of the times violence against women against half of human kind meshed with our culture part of our civilization ground into our faces part of our indoctrination no one seems to question when we're brought up in a system where we're taught to hate the other through false desires my own language betrays my good intentions forces my head into the shit into the lies and I'm told take part in the fantasy when every six minutes it comes true and I'm told what I want what I need and yeah I want it yeah I need it rape force fed the lie for all my life woman has her place and it's only skin deep like so many flanks of meat up for inspection to be judged on a scale of one to ten.
Battle Hymns of the Race War 10" - Vermiform
Murder the Sons of Bitches
Here comes another round of deploy and deter more strong words for bullshit that doesn't work levers pulled for pulling levers while grown adults stand & applaud stronger measures home security is taken on faith as larger apparatus slowly slides into place!!!! No bells toll when lights dim in prison halls no tears slip when solemn state duty calls just you wait until you get in the way murder the sons of bitches make them pay for their victims pain this may not always work but by god they'll never do that again & the flesh still works up until the switch is thrown but the state lives on long after it's cells are gone just you wait this is how it starts.
Mt. Dew
OK, mister media relations, hired & fired in the space of a sentence, and somewhere in between you bounced back at me, I can't believe the garbage you tried to push for a full time job, I won't say I told you so just beware of salesmen bearing gifts that amount to a whole lot less than what you threw away has the backlash even started the way the shit was coated we may just never know how much damage was done.
Footbound & Hobbled
The day is coming when doctors will clip off thumbs the same way they snip off little boys' foreskins the day is coming when hospitals will be obliged to douse newborn eyes with lye the day is coming when all tongues are sheared to spare this nation the vicious slander of a few bad apples and we will all march towards tomorrow footbound & hobbled.
This Trash Should've Been Free
This trash should've been free, take the bus to the city run while you fucking can this trash should've been free, break the monotony of falling into rank in parking lots trash free this trash should've been free you don't have to serve god & country or eat the things they've forced on me this trash will never be free you flickered out and died far away in a place where they'll take your life on credit trash free this trash is just a memory that's nursed like stolen whiskey and though you're still alive I know you'll choke and suffocate.
Poland
We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from their bed as the special guests of honor you've been at the factory for hours already don't worry we'll lock the door when we leave for the border what we know is from the world of soundchecks and gas money and maybe a few tales from warmer climates where we were once paid well and I can't stand to think of all the bastards that a4e coming to sleep on your floor Poland.
Sendero
Last year's lives lie in state but there's no damage assessment from this far away this is not another proxy war no this is something different & somehow worse and this is not another revolutionary joke tailored for your armband jargon & your arm chair support because now this side's gone to pieces and this side's fallen apart and in between there's all the human beings wearing their own brains and soaked in blood this is your clenched fist this is your shining path self destruct.
Set Your AM Dial For White Empowerment
Rush Limbaugh's on the air again proving they're all guilty until proven... when he hits the captive rush hour they'll be laughing right along. Aunt & uncle tune the radio in make my cousins in the car listen so someday they'll be able to distinguish white from wrong. As they scramble, scramble, ramble... scrambling from the cities too, Newark Detroit L.A. as a cue to the gun permit suburbs swelling on the edge of any town. And on the radio callers have a catch in their throats, maybe some tiny hint of some growing alarm as they scramble, scramble, ramble... house to house drag brown faces into the shit and on the radio white folks call up to joke so fed up with the liberal government, set your AM dial for white empowerment.
Born Against Are Fucking Dead
Born Against are fucking dead that's what the answering machine said looks like this is it!!! They talked one too many shit about the working class and the government did you hear what those faggots said in some fanzine someone else read I heard they're a bunch of spoiled little rich kids who need to get their asses kicked fucking ingrates! Fucking pussies!! Born Against are fucking dead dead dead guaw hutdsas kjrhs aonpdre (fight scene) Born Against are fucking dead by order of the postmaster general just like the panthers only this time for real because the feds have tapped their telephone & the LAPD raided their home (this is an approximation)...
No Answers flexi - Ebullition, 1991
Alive With Pleasure
The Marlboro Man's dead and so are all his cowboys their propaganda killed my mother preyed on force of habit The Marboro Man is dead and so are all his cowboys their propaganda killed my mother addicted her to the soot Alive with pleasure eager to purchase Alive with pleasure happy to smolder She exhaled painI inhaled decay no iron lung can cut a tumor the size of a fist from your throat Rotten black lung and family hands it down a learned destruction the ashes please me to sickness.
Born Against/Universal Order of Armageddon 7"
I am a Idiot
I'm not an idiot I'm not an idiot, I'm not a fucking stooge: so stop talking to me about guns and bombs and and stop trying to sell me on class warfare - I'm not brain dead and I'm not an endtable and I'm really, really quite sure that you DO NOT mean business, that you're just one of many stupid shouting voices who wants to play fight the pigs and talk drunk about bombing gas stations, until you have to work in one that is, friend.
I'm not an idiot so please, please, please stop yabbering to me about the first amendment - because you're never going to get on tv so anybody can hear you, and even if you did get on tv you still wouldn't know what the fuck to say, and even if you did get on tv and you did have something exciting to say they STILL wouldn't air you because you'd be wearing your extra large "Fuck Censorship" t-shirt and a long time ago, long before you were even born, the government got together with the radio and tv stations to make sure that those kind of wordswould never in a million years be broadcast, so for god's sake just stop talking.
Bit Part in a Bad Movie
I'm irrelevant
except for a brief walk on role
as the less articulate
heir to a bunch of people
who had a purpose and a plan
all is shit and chaos
araggghhbnbt
things change, these days
in such quick, cruelly absurd ways
and I'll never be more
than a footnote to the bullshit
my bit part in a bad movie
my cameo
my importance
Screeching Weasel Split - Lookout
Janelle (lyrics by Ben Weasel)
Janelle is awfully bright/For a fresh girl of eighteen/She knows all the punk rock sites/And does a cool fanzine/Janelle can be so tactful/A quality that's often rare/But if you're talking factual/You're talking dyed pink hair/And she's not afraid if anything/And she won't get old and boring/And I don't think the East Bay punks/Will wake up long enough/To meet Janelle/Janelle/ Janelle/she's so swell/And she dosen't smell/Like most of her pals/And if I have to spell it out for you/I'll tell you that I'm sweet on Janelle/And she's not afraid of anything/And she won't get old and boring/And I don't think East Bay punks/Will wake up long enough to meet Janelle/Too bad 'cause I'm fond of Janelle/Oh, yeah I'm makin' a fool of myself/Oh yeah/Oh yeah/Oh yeah/ Oh yeah/Oh yeah/Oh yeah/she's so swell/Janelle/Janelle/Janelle/Janelle.
Go Fuck Youself (BW)
I would like to crush your pointed head/You fucking puke/I think you wet the bed/I would like to punch your stupid face/Grab you by your punk rock hair/ and bash your brains/I've never met someone as dumb as you/You're an ingrate and an arrogant prick too/You jump at every single chance to display your ig- norance/You stupid bigmouth/Why don't you just go home/and fuck yourself/Can't take a hint/You're a dick/A walking, talking piece of shit/You're also a slob/ and you've got no class/and you need a kick in your fat ass/You fucking moron/ why don't you just go home and fuck yourself?
Born Against/ Man Is The Bastard 8" - Vermiform
Albany Academy
The campus leaves have begun to turn what you did for me I'm learning how to compete what you did for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you. A lazy fist smashing teeth, young boys laughing at a shriveled dick, hot urine running down a face, thank you for what you did to me, thank you, thank you, thank you sir, thank you.
Wearing a Lampshade
You certainly aren't the victim shocked as you may seem the man stands up for chivalry when it's fuck you on the street I can't say how many times it needs to be told no I don't wear them no I don't eat them that hypocrite shit won't go won't go you certianly aren't the beauty that makes the steel jaws bleed and there's no gate at the front of these camps saying work will set you free I'm tired of being the threat in a world of murderers shit on just for giving a shit about a bunch of rats wearing a lampshade 40 times over 40 times the man gives what she needs mister beautifier, mister defender, just won't listen when he's told the lampshades in the fatherland are only 50 years old.
$5 An Hour
See the white wreckage the ones who couldn't afford to leave the white pride working poor who really live and work with the ones we all hate who can remember when their neighborhood looked brighter but somehow forget that the Italians used to be niggers and the Irish were the spics so at 50 years old they eat shit for $5 an hour and just don't make teh connections It makes the first generatin turn over in their immigrant graves - but what can you do? See union uncle Joe, the ones who proved the American dream can fuck you hard without a color, as lost as can be when commercials come on tv for insurance and cars and vacations, All teh things white people are entitled to as the fruit of this nation's lysol douched womb See the white wreckage ask what the fuck is wrong with me.
My Favorite Housing Project
I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one where my grandmother died I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one between the river and the highway live and die live and die start to die in a human warehouse.
Murderers Among Us (comp)
Good Father
The American Dream the good father wants to peddle it one way democracy it's our gift to the savages the good father the holy saviour rests one hand on a smaller neighbor and we're nowhere close to getting what we need Father knows best we're going to own you father knows best we're going to kill you bulldozed with dollar bills paving over the bloddy mash so much light to spread while the gore's still fresh we own the government the crops the land your hearts and minds see the system works the dead just don't know it yet father knows best we're going to own you father knows best we're going to kill you the good father stands tall waiting to embrace his smallest child and if you act fast we promise you won't feel the pain.
Our Voice Pro Choice (comp)
Resist Control (Life's Blood cover)
War waged on the people government lies fueled by fear Trust the unity of money and machine gun a bullet in the head for my indiscretions how much oppression can you take rise above it's time to fight back cease and desist orders the police force rise above resist control.
Give Me back! (comp)
Body Counts
Fuck your vision of a world where no one's ugly and no one's old fuck your version of a beauty that sets the standard for all the runners up fuck your definition of perfection teh smiling commodity that isn't human that isn't allowed to step off the page and testify this isn't real.
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залей лучше в блог новенького чего то, а не умничай тут!
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поддерживаю!
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