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These Chains

Workers of the world unite
Lace your boots up tight
Swing the hammer at the spike
Rock steady now

I wasn't born yesterday I'm no spring chick
I'm a born again anarchist starting shit
I'm agitated aggravated frustrated and sick
Gotta choose between a liar or theif who do you pick?
All this talk of change yet things just stay the same
New politician new name same bullshit game
Action news got you thinking your neighbor's to blame
Turn us all against each other is how they sustain
This nation of terror this poison mixing pot
Land of the free no more we're pawns in an evil plot
Rusting in the junkyard lot watching the primetime slot
Popping zoloft and xannies until we forgot
They're stealing our freedom it's cold hard fact
A decade of the patriot act time to react
Phone tapping GPS tracking Facebook stats
They're watching us gotta unite before we're trapped.

Workers of the world unite
Lace your boots up tight
Swing the hammer at the spike
Rock steady now

Life is solitary and brutal and then we die
Politicians asking us why we occupy
Pandering to the voters but who do they represent
Three fourths of congress members in the richest one percent
Private sector vector tracking cell phone hacking
Tap water's out of order due to hyrdofracking
Try to kill us in our sleep with prescription narcotics
I stay conscious doing push ups in the dark taking probiotics
Grinding double overtime and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt?
It's fine to raise the blind until you run out of chips
You can liberate Kuwait until you run out of clips
Don't ever let them tell you what you cannot do
Dear mama vote Obama Carolina gone blue
They can throw me into Gitmo I know who I am
Make some noises on the chorus for us taking a stand

Workers of the world unite
Lace your boots up tight
Swing the hammer at the spike
Rock steady now



Karma’s A Bitch

Never saw demons like the others. It’s weird.
Provoked to show himself, then the devil appeared,
At the dance, in green velvet goat-leg pants,
Rotunda a-thunder with hip hop and Goa trance.
Mama warned you of boat people and musicians.
Lord, free China, and send me a daughter who listens.
Up on the library roof watching the meteor shower,
Star-crossed skies portend the end turns sour.
Your operatic soprano channelled so much pain,
Night after night alone waiting on a change,
Calculating optimal height for terminal velocity,
The proverbial kitten smitten by curiosity.

Karma’s a bitch that never forgets,
A self-wound watch that never resets,
A never-ending game of Russian roulette,
And you’re next.

This is life at ground zero of the Northridge quake,
Daddy’s three fifty seven going off at the shooting range.
Fuck fences, these walls have automatic gates,
Palm fronds, koi ponds, six pocket slates.
Do you like violence? Come say hello to John Woo.
He’s admiring tennis trophies in the living room.
Modigliani from the Getty museum, they borrowed
The Van Gogh for the impressionism show. Tomorrow,
We should go to Tahoe and snowboard.
There’s a lot of the resort I’ve never explored.
Midnight snowball fight, outdoor heated pool,
Does that sound cool? Feel free to say no.

Karma’s a bitch that never forgets,
A self-wound watch that never resets,
A never-ending game of Russian roulette,
And you’re next.

False alarm post-mortem call from Tucson,
Can you ID this body please? It’s pretty far gone.
Voicemail detailing plans derailing
Nails impaling tires, border guards failing,
Gripping Gris-gris and dipping Ju-ju in Wapakoneta
Blown out speaker tweaking Inagaddadavida,
Stolen freon disappearing the atmosphere,
Broken mirror. Is it me or is it hater in here?
Hell’s Angel funeral, downtown shut down,
Westbound pedestrian clowns burning The Hut down,
What now? Scroll down. Select directory.
Turn the wheel and correct your trajectory.

Karma’s a bitch that never forgets,
A self-wound watch that never resets,
A never-ending game of Russian roulette,
And you’re next.


Experimental Railroad

Has anybody seen my old friend Abraham?
His many sons bought guns from the Republicans. 
They took down Bill Gates and Millhouse Nixon, 
But now the few and the proud are in quicksand.
Treasury printing more Benjamins so we can afford
To secure the resources and reinforce the warlords, 
Is freedom worth diamonds, oil, gold, a vendetta
Coal, cheap labor? Civil war is whatever.
When China attacks with packs of snacks on the racks
Or stacks of greenbacks how will you strike back, 
Wail on your ax? That's right. Don't call me a prophet
But I know how to shred if I can plug in a socket.

Get on board.
We're gonna take you to the psycho ward
On the experimental railroad. 

My hypothesis is that I exist, let's test this. 
Raise your fist if you experience consciousness.
Now let me hear you say cogitamus ergo sumus
Or if you're not down with that say hell yes.
So thinking is being and knowing is seeing
Or hearing or smelling or tasting or feeling
Or otherwise dealing with external stimuli
Wonder why I'm alive. Hey you up in the sky,
I'm guessing if I can hear myself when I speak
So can that person looking back at me and listening
Which means I need a system of epistemology
To know what to call my LP, you follow me?

Get on board.
We're gonna take you to the psycho ward
On the experimental railroad.

So get this, my new hypothesis for all of you true heads
Who stuck it out throughout me spouting stuff Descartes said:
This is it, your one and only shot that you get
Whether you do or you don't is up to you, ready set.
The oracle foretold a cybernetic apocalypse,
A silicon Genghis Khan industrial complex,
And yet she keeps buying gas, don't know what she expects
Except more terrorist attacks and bigger defense budgets.
If reality is something you shape with the choices you make,
Sort your shit out and roll, how long is this gonna take?
Electric skateboard out of stuff from the junkyard,
Or endless resource wars, the choice is yours Kierkegaard. 



Too Much That Way

Hey I got a question 
For you in this message
Can we get back together 
Maybe sometime whenever
You are done being mad at me 
For my poor decision well 
It wasn't the tragedy 
You made it out to be
I know you're hoping 
That I'll burn in Hell
Maybe I will but at least 
We'll have adjacent cells
And the Devil can tell you 
I'll sell you my soul
At a discount price 
Because it's old and moldy

And if you need some time to figure this out
I know I could preach to you up and down
About how good things are but it's too much that way

Just this thing 
I got on my mind
It's not who you love 
It's just who you can find
Somehow sometimes 
The one who's blind
Finds more truth than 
You do in what we rhyme
But this time I won't be 
No blind guy led to deceit 
In my misery because my religion 
And creed states quite simply
To be free just take it easy



I Dare You

If you think that the creak
Outside your window isn't me
Then please go to sleep
I'll be in in a minute
Even if it's just a dream
Well it seems so real you can feel it
Don't you feel it baby?
Don't scream
I didn't mean for you to feel a single thing.

I know what you did
Where do we begin
I could be your friend
Like we're kids again
But when you lie
It's with such style
I listen again
Yeah but it's just the wind

If you think you know me
Well I act so normal, so naturally
But deep underneath
You can't see what's really bothering me
And I could ask God why he ain't in my life
But then I'd be lying cuz I pray all the time
Please hold me up cuz I ain't that strong
And I been working but forever is taking too long

I know what you did
Where do we begin
I could be your friend
Like we're kids again
And when you lie
It's with such style
I listen again

If you think you can bring
Me to my knees please
You've got to be kidding
I can see between the seams
As you lift up the screen
I got laser beam vision
And I got no doubt
You been found out
But it don't matter
I'm as insane as a hatter
And I'll get you back
Not a threat that's a fact
But don't feel flattered
Cuz it's just the way I act

   

 

Wrong 

Down on me and down on you
Makes me feel like I'm no use
That's why I try to sing the blues
But it always comes out wrong
I hate the way that every day
Feels like being let down
And I'm not trying to be profound
Just always comes out wrong

You know you're right
I'm too polite
To say I'm tired of being wrong
I've got no fight in me tonight
But I'm sick and tired of being wrong
And if you push me
One more time
You're gonna find out about being wrong

If you don't love me you don't love me
Guess I'm being used
But you could hassle any @$$hole
Why am I the one you choose
It breaks me down
It makes no sense
And I'm not trying to build suspense
Just trying to get my two cents in
But it always comes out wrong





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