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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