1. |
Fuck the Rest
01:01
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Feasting on the corpse of our only world
Bloody mouths, toxic words
Your crimes are not forgotten
I remember the bodies, dead and rottten
Parasite, not dead yet
Psychopath on a private jet
The people will rise up
The people will revolt
The people will appropriate
the things they can't afford
Your system is a goner
Your time is almost up
The people will revolt
The people will rise up
A cancerous malignancy
Writes the page of history
Anarchocommunism
The natural condition
Exterminate the parasites
And burn down the prisons
x2
Fuck Canada, fuck Quebec
Fuck America, fuck Quebec
Fuck Quebec and fuck the West
Fuck the West and fuck the rest
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2. |
Debt Slave
01:30
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Debt slave for a year
Got nothing good to say
Should I buy some beer
Stay hungry for today
When I'm numb I feel okay
Sittin in my cave no I don't crave
Expensive crap
Go outside and take a nap
Or maybe drink some in the sun
I won't hurt anyone
Don't take my pot
I work a lot for what I got
I don't deserve to run
No I don't deserve to hide
Pig, you are a
PSYCHOPATH
Why do you
Hit me when I'm down
It makes you smile when I frown
I wish I could see you again my man
But you got lost in the scam
Your zombie corpse is in my face
Concentrated on the race
Well I'm in debt and I can't wait be free
And when I work, well I swear that ain't me
And what I say, I don't really believe
I'm just in debt and I can't wait be free
To be free
Please let me drink some in the sun
i won't hurt anyone
x4
please let me drink some in the sun
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3. |
Trampoline
02:16
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Got something awkward to say
So I better bring it up
Continue with the subject
It's like X-Lax for your brain
Well I grew up in the suburbs of a capital city
Canadian perfection isn't all that pretty
Don't wanna work
For the government,
Two kids, a wife, a dog and an SUV
No
Beer, sex, and music
and good-ass food
It's cheap and good if you know how to cook
So (I'm'a cook like I never fuckin' cooked before
x3)
Oh yeah
I have a trampoline
And I eat ice cream all the time
there's a picture of a zebra on my wall
It makes me happy
That's why I'm going to the park
I don't wear silly hats
but I think I should start workin' on that
All you need is just a foot massage
To taste the freedom
Of flying through the rainbows and the clouds
oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah
Beer, sex, and music
and good-ass food
It's cheap and good if you know how to cook
So I'm'a cook like I never fuckin' cooked before
x4
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4. |
Icons of Authority
02:13
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Do they owe us a living?
Of course they fucking do
You're amputated by the State
Just look what they reduced you to
Supplemental labour
Silenced majority
Groveling before
Their fucking icons of authority!
Identify the icons
The icons of authority
Make their abolition
Your number one priority
x2
Do I want to join the army?
Not very fucking likely
And if you try to make me
You're gonna have to fight me
Murdering the Afghans
Using people's taxes
It makes me want to take my views
And put them into practice
Identify the icons
The icons of authority
Make their abolition
Your number one priority
x2
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5. |
Heaven
03:07
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From the day that you're born till the day that you die
Follow these rules then we'll live in the sky
Where the father-god purrs like a narcissistic cat
While we all sing Hosanna and all the angels clap
Ha, ha ha
What makes you think I want to spend an afterlife above
Where God monopolizes love
What makes you think Jehovah cares about your piety
The creator of the universe should not lack self-esteem
Fuck your crosses and your crescents,
Your Fathers and your Brethren
Fuck your selfish and ridiculous
Insistence on a heaven
Hosanna hosanna
La ilaha illallah
His Kingdom come, his will be done
On Earth as is in Heaven
Hallowed be his name
Our father art in Heaven
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Hetero! Normative! Fuckin' hetero! Normative!
You got your stance, you got your principles intact
You're so convinced you're unconvincable in fact
You think you're right, you think it's wrong, you shout it out
You think you got it all figured out
Heteronormative behaviour
What's the difference?
Heteronormative behaviour
Fuck the difference
You call it normal, I say heteronormative
What's your problem with the way I want to live
I got a life, I got a right to do what I want
What's it to you where I put my cock?
(Where I put my cock, is it such a fuckin' shock?)
I fuck girls, I fuck boys, I don't give a fuck
About the laws of some abandoned God
If he made me, then he made me the way I am
If he didn't then I don't give a damn
Heteronormative behaviour
What's the difference?
Heteronormative behaviour
Fuck the difference
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7. |
Suicidal Society
03:25
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I think a pack of rats would be a better candidate
For your colonies of shit in between the frozen lakes
Than me, I'm not suited to this climate
Of fear and confinement
I think I gotta go and find a place for us to hide
Even though I tried
I really think we're gonna die
This place rips itself apart
Amputated at the heart
You got a social problem
And I'm a fuckin symptom
I live within you wanting
Just to worsen your condition
I know you're wrong and you're in denial
Cuz I'm always wrong and I'm in denial
I know you're sick, society
because I hate sobriety
Suicidal society
Dysfunctional hierarchy
Your disease is a part of me
Suicidal society
I think you been sick a whole lot longer'n you been letting on
I think you said nothing, you said nothing, didn't let us in
I think you were born with a bad bad past
I think you got problems that go way way back
I think you were sick since you were first developing
But I think, that you should have a chance
Everyone should have a chance
Even you society
Dysfunctional hierarchy
Suicidal society
Your disease is a part of me
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8. |
Old Chinese Newspaper
02:20
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ni shi wode pengyou,
Wode hao pengyou!
ni you meiyou dama?
yinwei wo meiyou...
tai hao le, ni you dama!
na shi bu shi bucuo?
ni xihuan bu xihuan
gen wo chou dama?
women you dama
women you pijiu
suoyi women chou dama
women he pijiu
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9. |
Soak in the Sun
00:13
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Who needs money when you have no morals
Who needs money when it causes quarrels
Hahahahahaha
Cut off all your limbs and soak in the sun
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10. |
Pain on the Train
01:56
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Well I'm not the type to die in my sleep
but yours is the face I see when I dream
One day i just wont wake up
cuz being with you is better than not
and i'm not the kind to whine and complain
but i want you to come with me on the train
I need to bounce and you need to come
I need to go, and you need to run
and we could use some wisdom i suppose
but what would we do with it
we could use a joint, now that i know,
and it would be so beautiful
so beautiful
i'm not the type to be who you think
i am the blank you see when you blink
i stood outside at night in the snow
and spoke to you through your window, oh
I'm not the kind of guy who just knows
exactly what i want from the world
so its funny how i feel like i just know
that all I need from it is this girl
we could use some wisdom i suppose
but what would we do with it
we could use a joint, now that i know,
and it would be so beautiful
so beautiful
so beautiful
SO BEAUTIFUL
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11. |
Dead Pigeons
01:59
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I shouldn't shout and scream and break shit
So I cope in silence with my
Stupid smile stitched across my face
As I sprint in place.
It started snowing overnight,
And now it's white across the street
But grey and slushy in the parking lot
Where pigeons go to die.
And they say that I consent to the system I make use of
But there's no other system I could use;
And if I tried to make another to help my people
They'd throw me into jail, I got the blues.
You came outside because you heard me screaming
You saw me in the snow giving myself a beating
You thought I slipped on the ice and maybe I was bleeding
But I was just drunk to death and my life was freezing
I'm sorry that I tried to punch you
When you tried to help me up
See sometimes the stupid kid that lives inside me needs to
get all fucked up
And they say that I'm a product of the world that I grew up in
Now what am I supposed to do?
And if I tried to make another world to live my life in
they'd throw me into jail, I got the blues
I shouldn't throw my life away yet
There's so much that I haven't made yet
Stupid smile stitched across my face
As I sprint in place
Now it's dusk and it's still snowing
And I still don't know where I'm going
It's grey and slushy in the parking lot
Where pigeons go to die
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12. |
Why Won't You Die
01:12
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WHY WON'T YOU DIE
WHY WON'T YOU DIE
WHY WON'T YOU DIE
WHY
WHY WON'T YOU DIE
WHY WON'T YOU DIE
WHY WON'T YOU DIE
WHY
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13. |
You & Me
00:52
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Woke up today just like any other day
Check if my pockets will spare me some change
Not enough, there's only one thing to do
Hit up the dep, split a forty, me and you
Who wants to split another forty
Another forty, me and you?
x2
Crack it, smell it, slam it
Repeat steps two and three
x4
Who wants to split another forty
Another forty, me and you?
x2
I DO!
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14. |
No Class Paradise
01:04
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Tuesday forty
minus twenty
Two more beers then
out of money
killer in the cans, running in quicksand
Take a metro try to get to
Anywhere your legs will get you
Wednesday take indoctrination
Feeling like a waste of space then
go on a smoke break, talk to the punks
you know we all just wanna go get drunk!
Thursday take a
break from living
Resurrected
zombie sitting
In a class class class
But what they don't know
Is I have no class
No no no
No Class
No Class
No Class Paradise
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