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Don't Tread On Me
01:51
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I got the flag in black and white
With one blue stripe I fight the good fight
I know Obama's coming to take my guns
I ignore that cops are paid with public funds
Obama himself is gonna knock on my door
It won't be a scared cop of this I'm sure
After every shooting my arsenal gets bigger
And I'm waiting for the liberals with my finger on the trigger
The only lives that matter are the ones that follow laws
Cops are not infallible your theory's got flaws
If he didn't wanna die he shouldn't have jaywalked
Thank God our public servant was loaded and locked
Don't Tread on Me Don't Tread on Me
I fancy myself revolutionary
I support the troops and the boys in blue
So when the revolution comes I won't know what to do
In my head I was shooting the IRS
And I love the ones who put the public under duress
Cops uphold law and order for us all
Laws put upon us by a liberal state that must fall
The only lives that matter are the ones that follow laws
Cops are not infallible your theory's got flaws
If he didn't wanna die he shouldn't have jaywalked
Thank God our public servant was loaded and locked
Stockholm Syndrome you're in love with your aggressor
You say you hate oppression but you love your oppressor
You say you hate Big Government's repressive hand
Got a public love affair with Downpresser Man
Stockholm Syndrome you're in love with your aggressor
You say you hate oppression but you love your oppressor
You say you hate Big Government's repressive hand
Got a public love affair with Downpresser Man
The only lives that matter are the ones that follow laws
Cops are not infallible your theory's got flaws
If he didn't wanna die he shouldn't have jaywalked
Thank God our public servant was loaded and locked
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2. |
Inbred Espionage
01:06
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We've got a satellite pointed at you
We've got you on TV and you ain't got a clue
We will always be the ones watching what you do
If you speak against us we'll choke you blue
We've got a billion terabytes of your info
Terms and Conditions what are you in for?
When my income is getting low
Gather information on you and sell it to Geico
Welcome to the new era of secret police
When you're reading the blog saying I'm so mean
I'm on the other side of that screen
We're watching your wife flick her bean
Hear that we know what you're doing Irene
If you don't want the video leaked to the PTA
You'll listen to every goddamn word we say
Blackball blacklist blackball today
We'l never let your dirty secrets go away
Welcome to the new era of secret police
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3. |
Moral Leadership
02:41
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Tell me tell me what I believe
Please tell me who I am
Tell me the meaning of what I perceive
Moral dogma is a sham
Not enough up there in my head
To tell me whats in my heart
Maybe maybe I'm being mislead
I'd question it but I'm not smart
We Require Moral Leadership
We Require Moral Leadership
We Require Moral Leadership
We're Weak in the Head
Tell me tell me what's right and wrong
I default to you because you know whats best
What I should know all along
You keep me in check with the rest
I was terrified when I saw things
Differently from how you taught them
So I tightened up my puppet strings
Let you nip where ever thought may stem
Puppet strings in the shape of a cross
Puppet strings of the Red White and Blue
Puppet strings of your party lines
Puppet string of your social group
They pull you in every which way
They command every word you say
They dictate your every opinion
They will make you into a minion
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4. |
Saint James Infirmary
04:12
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I went down to Saint James Infirmary
I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long marble table
So sweet, so white, and so fair
I went out to see her doctor
She's very low he said
I went back to see my baby
And Great God she was lying there dead
I went down to Old Joe's Barroom
On the corner by the square
They were serving drinks there as usual
And the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the crowd around him
These were the very words he said
Let her go! Let her go! God bless her
Where ever she may be
I'm gonna search this whole wide world over
I'll never find another girl for me
When I die won't you please bury me
In my Stetson high top hat
Put a $20 gold piece on my watch chain
So the gang will know I died standing pat
I want six crap shooters for pall bearers
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise Hell as we roll along
Well this is the end of me story
So let's have another round of booze
And if anyone asks just tell them
I've got the Saint James Infirmary Blues.
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5. |
Little Doll
03:46
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I've got this little doll with your hair on it
I've got this little doll with your hair on it
I cook up all it's food in a black cauldron
I starve it all alone until I feed him it
I've got this secret room where the lights are dim
I've got this secret room where the lights are dim
Got a black leather notebook I write my ideas in
And it's all leading up to my greatest sin
I've got all these needles gonna drive 'em through your skull
Without my little games my life feels so dull
I've got all this money but I can't take it with me
So I've gotta feel like God however that may be
I've got this little snake in a cage it has no name
I've go this little snake in a cage it has no name
I've got a lot of candles but snuffed they remain
I've got the corpse of the man who said that I'm insane
I've got his bones and skull arranged on the floor
I've got his bones and skull arranged on the floor
I try to call the Devil they say he'll give me more
But I always just teleport to the circle on the floor
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6. |
Liquid Loser Injection
00:50
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I'm the In-vitro introduction to the herd
I'm the man standing where the lines are blurred
I'm the black drop in the tube of white paint
Of the disillusioned I'm the patron saint
Am I the cancer, am I the cure
Am I the sinner, am I the pure
Am I the factoy, am I the product
Am I sane or am I psychotic
I've watch tides go in a gain acclaim
I've seen different things that are all the same
I watch bees flock to their hive
Shocked evolution let them survive
Am I the cancer, am I the cure
Am I the sinner, am I the pure
Am I the factoy, am I the product
Am I sane or am I psychotic
Why can't civilization be civilized
Marching and smiling to our demise
The bridge that ran across the divide
Rotted away when it got baptized
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7. |
High Quality Stuff
05:26
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Half Mast Amherst, Massachusetts
Four Lovecraftian monsters drinking the blood of the Ancient Ones atop a throne of auditory onslaught.
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FSR69 - Psychic Dance Routine
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