        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   .  . © Docomusic LLC |