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Half the Population
Tell 'em Big Baby Sent Ya
Shamus' Nuts
You Don't Talk No Shit
More Then a Joke
Revenge of the Little Shits
I Get Mad, I Get Mad, I Get Mad
Your Face Will Stay That Way
Cowboys and Indians
God. Family. Country.
You'll Never Smash the State
In 20 Years
Remain
Just Between Friends
No Exhange
Title It Yourself (T.I.Y.)
Ever Wonder Why? (Regrettably Titled)
De-Titled (Falling Down.)
Sixty Billion Served
Appliances and Cars
Half the Population
Look at what they've done to me. Sold me this fantasy. I bought the image. Sold me this
loneliness. They've crippled my ability to relate with half the fucking population. They got
to me before i could understand or decide for myself. Now I'm paying for it with my insecurity.
All my life they told me we were different. I don't know how to feel. Tell me, what do i do? I
don't want to believe all this. I would like to talk to you, but we've been cheated. So we
pretend each other don't even exist.
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Tell'em Big Baby Sent Ya
What is this shit, won't you tell me? Everyone's acting though. Kids are getting beaten up.
You've watched too much TV. You've got nothing to do. Well there's nothing like kicking ass.
Show your friends how hard you are. Violence and sexism have been brought to new faces. Sold
together as a package. Fuck that macho shit! Show us something new. When i shut up, show us what
you can do. There's nothing like kicking ass.
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Shamus' Nuts
I can sit in my room and play with my disgusting nuts and you can't do a thing! I can reach over
and put my finger in shamus' ass. We can laugh, you can't do a thing, your laws and rules aren't
working. Nobody asked for your approval. Why should you decide what's acceptable? You cant' take
away this freedom. We've outgrown the guilt. Interfere in people's lives. Impose your "morality".
From controlling the reproductive rights of women to the amputation of the end of a newborn
dink. LEAVE OUR BODIES ALONE. Do what you want with your own. You have no say this time. It
seems to be the way. Cut and clip what doesn't fit. So we cut and clip people just like paper
dolls. Lives have been decided. Bodies redesigned to fit our culture. Someone wants to die kept
alive. Lives as tests and lives as food. Lives as a commodity.
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You Don't Talk No Shit
You don't talk no shit because it's easy to shut up. You said I shouldn't let it get me down.
That i should look the other way. But it's not that easy. You've got it all worked out. Ignore
everyone and everything. Remain comfortable. You're always comfortable. I wish you could see the
value of the people that to you mean nothing. You know, the ones that aren't worth raising you
voice with. Why should people have to fight for their lives because you can't find the time to
care enough to fight with them instead of helping to hold them down?
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More Then a Joke
Well, it's about time to stop this tide of violence against women. Build a new model. Tear down
the other by refusing to follow. We're here standing up against years of tradition. We're
beginning to see that they've been lying. We can learn alot from each other by talking and
listening. We challenge the way you talk. Is that the way you think? We can't stand your
degradation. Only a joke? Well, these jokes hurt and make people feel like shit. If tthat is,
why would you want to be a part of it? Where do you fit in on this cycle of oppression? Time
for a change.
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Revenge of the Little Shits
W used to hide from the assholes who joked about "faggots", kept us outside and talked football
scores with the real men who would amount to something. Well, now they're running the world. We
meant nothing to them. They'll still try to push us aside. They're going up like fence-posts.
We've seen it before. But it'll be us little shits getting in the way again. It's on a different
scale. But we're amounting to more than they thought.
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I Get Mad, I Get Mad, I Get Mad
What the fuck are we wasting our time for? Let's pack up our shit and head back home. It doesn't
seem like it's worth it these days. Doesn't seem like anything's ever going to change. Does
anyone even care? What keeps me from giving up? This fucking world seems like a bigger bag of
shit everyday. What are we going to do when the show's over? We've got to take it outside this
room. You've got to do what you can or there won't be anything left. I always thought this was
something more than just people hitting the right notes. When no one listens, when people turn
away, at least I've helped myself. Forced myself to think. Forced myself to stand. This city is
as fucked as the last one. When will we see something new? Maybe I can escape through a basement
window. I forget where we are.
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Your Face Will Stay That Way
Hey, my friend...i see myself in you and it hurts to see you make the same mistakes as me. So
I'm telling you what I would've told myself. Except I'm sure that it won't matter anyways. But,
since you're here and i know you're listening, i want to take the time to see if you care. I
know you'll come around and figure it out for yourself. I often wonder "how do you feel?" It's
not personal? Did you hear that scream? I often wonder "how do you feel?"
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Cowboys and Indians
I look at my plate hands and I wonder why the fuck do they try and keep us separated? Why is
there highways, rivers and sky rises to keep a distance between those that matter (supposedly)
and those who get swept away? No wonder there is anger. No wonder there is hatred. My house
won't be a monument to our culture. My life won't follow our history. How many lies do we have
to accept? How much can you take? We can't continue to squeeze people out of the picture. I
reject this stupid game of cowboys and Indians.
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God. Family. Country.
Sometimes I marvel at their beautiful family. They try to smile but there's too much shit on
their teeth. And I marvel at their daughter's new baby girl, with two black eyes 'cause she
couldn't stop crying. They thought the house was overcrowded before. An abortion wouldn't have
been half the murder of this child's life. Daddy's fists are always flying. He drinks all day
and talks bullshit. He believes christ's call of capital punishment for the crimes of
homosexuality and blaphemy. Mom cooks and cleans and cooks and cleans and shuts the fuck up.
They wait for the day when the tide is turned and for once it is them who is somebody.
They save up $5.00 an hour from the new job this land of opportunity gave them. Somehow they
blame non-whites and immigrants instead of the rich for their problems. He wishes the world
would go "back to basics". A time when he could hurt "niggers", beat his wife and kill
"faggots", go to war and clean this country up. But right now this place is shit. 9 to 5,
bills, TV needs to be repaired. The car's fucked. It takes extra hours to pay the rent. Yet,
somehow, they manage to look up at the glorious flag and praise this country that can do no
wrong. That country that looks out for them. You'd better not talk shit about it. That flag is
your freedom.
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You'll Never Smash the State
When I was growing up everyone wanted to be like their dad. Well, I didn't want to be like mine.
I didn't know him 'cause he was always drunk. He missed my childhood. I remember my family
collapsing. It seems to me like alcohol took priority. Take a toast for kids who will never know
their parents, for all the kids that got hurt. Shallow the shit that took away our lives. It
never ends, I go through it again and again. Now it's my friends. Sometimes I'd like to smash
every fucking bottle...but I know it's your choice and if your choice is hurting yourself, then
i guess I'm watching 'cause you never cared as much as me. Take a toast for all the kids who'll
never know their parents. Fucking swallow that shit that took away our lives. You make it
acceptable, make it surreal, make it requirement...fuck you.
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In 20 Years
I'll try to talk. We'll try to organize. We'll start to disappear without a trace. They'll show
us how to shut-up. They'll show use how to accept the fact that we've got nothing. Nothing at
all. They'll get the poor in their armies by promising money. They'll break our communities,
teach us to live in fear. Drown our minds in bullshit. Tell me where will you be then? Still
sitting at home, believing in this great nation? Where will you be when your sister disappears?
Will you look the other way when they're beating us down? Will you help them kill me when i
speak? Will you end my life when I try to get in back?
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Remain
I can't believe the things that have been said remain for the purpose of remaining. I can't
believe all the things we've done and still we've learned fucking nothing. I can't believe all
the things we've done and I can't believe all the tears we've spent just to remain full of
sadness. Those same old emotions remain. I never did the things I wanted to or said the things I
should have done, but there's a part of me wouldn't let them go, keep them down, won't let it
slide. Maybe next time i'll say the things I should've said.
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Just Between Friends
"I've got my hands up her dress and it means nothing. It's not about love, it's not even about
sex. This time it feels like I've got control. At this time tomorrow I'll be able to look back
and call her a slut. We were wondering who could fuck her first, another point for me. I know my
friends will be so pround of me. Just between friends. How come they want to separate? They've
got all the rights that me an dmy buddy's do? You fucking talk about degradation. You stupid
bitches haven't got a clue. We were wondering who would fuck her frist. Another point for me.
I know my friends will be so proud of me. Just betwene friends..." When someone thinks like this
and the attitude is spread our dream is dead.
*Just to clear this song up for people who
don't speak English very will, this song is sung from the perspective of a "total shithead"
(re: perhaps "misguided young man") expect for the part not in quotations.
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No Exhange
I never promised you nothing, never said I'd be your perfect shackled slave. If success to you
is measured in dollars and cents then I decline. That's nothing, that's not my dream. It comes
between everything. Someday we'll divide because for so much effort some people starve., they've
got everybody working for something they could care less about, that's nothing. That's not my
dream. It comes between everything. Someday we'll divide. Would somebody here fill my soul with
purpose? There's something here my friend. Don't step on me on your quest for millions.
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Title It Yourself (T.I.Y.)
Self-doubt, and people saying we're not worth shit. Talking behind our backs. They say we're a
walking contradicion of ourselves. Our message isn't getting through. Fucker. Even you got the
message...our shitty band created a discussion.
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Ever Wonder Why? (Regrettably Titled)
I've worn them on my fee. I've used them for food. I've been in love with their beauty. I've
been taught not to care. I've killed them for convenience--how could I be so inhumane? I never
meant to hurt, but I have...
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De-Titled (Falling Down.)
Disregard their suffering. Spoon fed fuck taught not to care. It's easy fo you to think
everything is o.k. This is o.k.? I've never seen worse. They want what you have. Flaunt your
privilege. You will fall. Do you really think your life worth more? You have no idea what it's
like to live like that. They'd love a minute to give you back that suffering. This life, I don't
need it. They want what you have. Flaunt your privilege. You will fall.
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Sixty Billion Served
Don't you tell me that you say you care while you're fucking sacrificing nothing. Don't even
mention the word oppression while you're driving your daddy's Jaguar. Our prosperity is their
death. Pat us on the back, third world wallet's gone. There's blood on our hands, it's your
choice if you want to see it or not. IT could change. It comes down to you. Oppression is in
your pocket. It's all personal. It's not enough to cry. This time...you can start by cooking
your flag. You can stop doing what you're told. Don't believe what you see on TV. CNN reports,
they're all exgenerals. Democracy, big fucking joke--it's just one big capitalist enterpise.
Smaller countries, they have no hope. USA crushes self-government. It's your choice, you could
help to limit your contribution by restraint. It could change, it comes down to you, oppression
is in your pocket. It's all personal, it's not enough to cry. This time...you can start by
leaving the line. You can stop doing what you're told, because today freedome is bought and
sold.
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Appliances and Cars
This isn't business, it's our hope and it's our voice. You're not a product, so tell them that
you can't be bought. I don't want corporate backing, five hundred thousand bucks a year. That's
not what it's about, its' something so much more. More then money. Dissent rolling into words.
They don't belong here. Do you really think they care? This music belongs to us, it's finally
something we control. I won't let it get torn away. It won't be torn away. What's the message
you sent when your action contradict your words? I don't want to play, you can keep your
quarter. I'll have no part. I wont' stay in line or keep in order. Yeah...you know what i mean.
Hey Mr. Superstar, so you really believe we think you care? You think you're saying something?
You're saying fucking nothing, your message is killed by the paycheck in your hand. It's already
hard at work as your capitalist machine destorys. What's the message sent when your actions
contradict your words? I don't want to play, you can keep your quarter, I'll have no part. I
won't stay in line or keep in order. You don't know what it means. To me the message is the
most important thing. Communication is more important then entertainment. This music saved my
life, so i'll be dead and fucking gone before it's bought and sold just like appliances and cars.
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