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Communism Works
01:08
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We don't have food -- it's pretty great
Here, people die and get raped
We're always tired
Life's on a wire
And deserters will be thrown into the fire
It's misery, but it's all free
Communism works, indeed
Marx and all those hipster kids were right
Seize the memes of production tonight
The sky was blue, but now it's grey
And no one wins at any games
No institutions
Just executions
Capitalists, it's your Final Solution
It's misery, but it's all free
I welcome World War Three
Stalin was an angel from on high
Seize the memes of production tonight
Seize the memes of production tonight
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Retarded inbred dogs will haunt the purses that they die in
Every biker will learn the word 'de-glove'
And every politian has a coffin that they'll lie in
Every hippy will swear the answer's love
And everybody at the park is a fucking boomer
And they say I'm disturbing the peace
When their shitty health-care plans leave them all with tumors
Their corpses will fertilize the trees
And this is the stuff of nightmares
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Well, actually, that's a lie -- I wish I could change everything
But wishes don't go very far these days
The fucking soccer-mom apocalypse is soon upon us
We'll be dodging Gatorade and racial slurs
We'll be set upon by those retarded purse chihuahuas
That I think I might have mentioned earlier
All these popes and plastic deities will be rescinded
And left to the masses they misled
The era of these overlords will soon be ended
And the choir boys will all lose their heads
And this is the stuff of nightmares
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Well, actually, that's a lie -- I wish I could change everything
But wishes don't go very far these days
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3. |
The Rays Are Pretty Dope
02:33
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I couldn't make it through The Rays's first album without puking
And thirty seconds later, I had to take a giant poopy
I got inside the bathroom, but I couldn't close the door
The fuckin' thing was blocked by Mason Marsh's rotting corpse
The Rays are pretty dope, but they make me have to shit
I don't mean to be an asshole -- I just tell it like it is
And I didn't write this song out of nastiness or spite
I wrote it just so I could sing the first two chorus lines
I couldn't make it past the first Bootleg Brigade demo
It gave me diarrhea and it tore me a new asshole
I tried to clear the memory of hearing it away
By pointing both my grandpa's antique lugers at my brain
I do love me some Shitleg, but fuck, I'm just a man
And some things are too much to handle -- loyalty be damned
And I didn't write these lyrics with intent to burn a bridge
I wrote a verse and just needed one more to follow it
Fuck you
<instrumental>
In all honesty,
Most bands from Simi
Are more talented than Simi bands have business being
And if you don't agree
Just take a look at me
I'm a prime fucking example of just how shitty they could be
But even if I think they're good and call myself a fan
I'm still gonna write retarded songs making fun of them
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4. |
Tapas
02:00
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I spent four years in a creek bed, stuck inside my own head
With a flat plate and a razor blade and spit turning red
I can't figure out where time goes -- I came here half-a-pack ago
It's an hour past when I said that I'd be at the show
I told myself I'd never drink or smoke weed
Now I'm fifteen in a parking lot, freebasing DMT
And now, I'm running out of hydro, so I'll replace it with speed
Passing out in the bush where I just peed
Now the cops are closing in and I've got nowhere to go
There's a red light in the sky -- is that a fucking drone?
And I sprint through the mud -- I'm covered from head to toe
I go through a whole pack just on the way back home
I told myself I'd never drink or smoke weed
Now I'm fifteen in a parking lot, freebasing DMT
And now, I'm running out of hydro, so I'll replace it with speed
Passing out in the bush where I just peed
<instrumental>
Now I'm in my room with three thoughts looping in my mind
I wonder if I took too much -- last time, I almost died
Running out my room -- "I can't die like this!" I cried
I would give it all up just to have another try
I hear screaming and crying as the cops kick in the door
I'm biting and I'm kicking and they pin me on the floor
I'm gonna die a junkie -- there's no hope for me, I'm sure
As the cuffs go on, I scream, "There's gotta be something more!"
I told myself I'd never drink or smoke weed
Now I'm fifteen in a parking lot, freebasing DMT
And now, I'm running out of hydro, so I'll replace it with speed
Passing out in the bush where I just peed
Passing out in the bush where I just peed
Passing out in the bush where I just peed
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5. |
I'm in Hell
01:52
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originally by Andy Dick
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6. |
Ha'adcore
01:44
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Lift weights, hoodies, straight-edge, crowdkill, man up, tune down
Chug-riff, no shirt, punch-mosh, Bay shit, fuck you, die now
Merch-core, fightcore, muscle-core, jock-core, tardcore, albacore
Biceps, brainrot, no sex, no thoughts, brick wall, headsmash
Where are your smiles?
Just Nike™s for miles
Y'all couldn't circle-pit if you tried
You shaved off your mohawks because you were bored
Now you're all bald dudes in workout shorts
Beatdown, floor-punch, spinkick, windmill, shit-fuck, poop-fart
Big dick, leg day, rap sheet, rape charge -- allegedly
Big fonts, can't read, yell loud, nosebleed, fist-fight, crew pride
Drop-D, Drop-C -- Mommy dropped me as a baby
Where are your smiles?
Just Nike™s for miles
Y'all couldn't circle-pit if you tried
You shaved off your mohawks because you were bored
Now you're all bald dudes in fucking workout shorts
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7. |
We Have Come to Loiter!
02:07
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This city's far too civilized
For our repugnant sorts of tribes
And so we're forced to improvise
It's hard to find good public spots
That aren't curfewed by the cops
But still, we fight and never stop
It's okay
We'll have our day
We have come to loiter
We stake out private property for a place to reconnoiter
We have come to loiter
And buddy, we don't fucking care
About your business there
If we intend to throw a show
We can't abide by any "no's"
The creed of GG says so
In front of gun shops, in the malls
At markets, parks and City Hall
We'll sabotage them all
Our rending
Will know no ending
We have come to loiter
Your storefront -- she's a beauty and we'll gleefully exploit her
We have come to loiter
And we don't give a snotty toss
For local zoning laws
<instrumental>
We have come to loiter
We have come to loiter
We have come to loiter
Oh, we have come to loiter
We have come to loiter
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8. |
Godot
02:09
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Million-dollar cars over low-income housing
The homeless population skyrockets by the day
Economic equality only on paper
Most of the wealth is discreetly preserved
In offshore bank accounts of corporate-owned nations
Billions of dollars illegitimately earned
Those left behind have delusions of grandeur in their heads
Hung from ivory towers with their bootstraps 'round their necks
We tried to talk -- to beg -- to walk the path that you have paved
But it's blocked up from corpses of us economic slaves
No justice in this system but the justice we have made
The revolution's coming and we'll put you in your grave
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9. |
Not Much Chance
03:14
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We were all misled
Everyone's dead
There's nothing to be done or to be said
It isn't in our heads
The sky is turning red
And there's nothing to be done or to be said
There's smoke in the air and pollution in the ocean
Where is the commotion for?
Ghosts breathing the air -- the water's a carcinogen
That melts our eyes and burns our skin
From bones of those before comes bones of those after
Assuming there's an after
That's not engulfed in war, but why would we have hope for them
If we refuse to make ammends?
We were all misled
Everyone's dead
There's nothing to be done or to be said
It isn't in our heads
The sky is turning red
And there's nothing to be done or to be said
The seas are frozen in cliffs of tidal waves
And I'll be honest, we could use a shave
We're homeless nomads, trundling through the wastes
Never knowing what we'll have to face
The tribal factions split the land apart
And the hand of spite grips every heart
The soil is dirt and the livestock die in droves
With our children soon to follow
We were all misled
Everyone's dead
There's nothing to be done or to be said
It isn't in our heads
The sky is turning red
And there's nothing to be done or to be said
<instrumental>
We were all misled
Everyone's dead
There's nothing to be done or to be said
It isn't in our heads
The sky is turning red
And there's nothing to be done or to be said
We were all misled
Everyone's dead
There's nothing to be done or to be said
It isn't in our heads
The sky is turning red
And there's nothing to be done or to be said
There's nothing to be done or to be said
There's nothing to be done or to be said
There's nothing to be done or to be said
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10. |
Hidden at Home
02:09
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originally by Days N Daze
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Big Depression Anime Girls
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