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Cradle to Grave
02:31
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The fear of poverty has pierced you through the flesh
And no matter how much you squirm there'll be no escape
You've been given your marching orders
Now just fall in line
Because United We Stand
And this is your fate
From Cradle To Grave
Locked at the ankles
Bound at the wrists
Draped in urban camouflage
Strangled in silk
The threat of inconvenience - a burden and a curse
The fear of discomfort - not worth the risk
From Cradle To Grave
You used to stand for something
All too altruistic
Smashed capitalism; killed your TV; pounded your fist; stopped eating meat
Denounced pop anything; cursed the G8; protested war; controlled your own fate
Devoted to Chomsky; spray painted fur; donated to PETA; voted for Nader
Called yourself a humanist; a socialist; a communist; an anarchist; a passifist; an environmentalist; and a....
When suddenly you realize you're oiling the machine
Keeping things quiet
Reducing friction
A shadow of your former self, a sheep who's lost its way
A chickenshit conformist with a stack of bills to pay
From Cradle to Grave
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Sinking Ship
02:06
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Each drop sent from the heavens as God's master plan
It hits the ground running, gaining momentum across the land
Along the way they congregate, unite and carry on
One common goal, one common direction, one destination
A stream now rumbles through the hills
Its' skin becomes cracked and torn and slowly starts to bleed
And the people begin to cheer
For a new way of life and a promise to succeed
And the rains keep fallin...
The people rejoice at their fortunes
Full bellies, fertile ground
Production and consumption
Distractions all around:
Re-runs, hip-hop hos, hot tub parties and Superbowls.
Too dumb and paranoid, too stunned and paranoid
A stream now rumbles through the hills
Its' skin becomes cracked and torn and slowly starts to bleed
And the people begin to cheer
For a new way of life and a promise to succeed
And the rains keep fallin...
The banks are flooded
The fields are drowned
The people are starving on impotent ground
Now a ship is sinking at a devastating rate
The people run to higher ground - sit and cry and wait
But it seems they've lost all hope, embraced their tragic fate
Because on his knees, the captain's begging to be saved
And the rains keep fallin...
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Fort Hotel
01:04
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I've been around the world, but only one is true to me
There's people smokin cigarettes, the carpet smells like pee
I think there's butter in my beer
And batter in my ear
The Bischoffs got my back, I got nothing to fear
20-years of drinkin have brought me full circle to this pit
Can't wait for Tuesday night when I see saggy stripper tits
I'll fuckin ask her on a date, she'll kick me in the grapes
The VLTs along the wall will keep me feeling great
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K.I.T.T.E.N. Pie
01:45
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Yeah, we're 25 years old and yeah, our mama's pay the bills
Yeah, we'd probably get out-skated by a pack of adolescent girls
But it's not our youth
It isn't our ability
It's our matching jackets and terrifying name gettin props in the community
It's KITTEN pie!
Don't let the boyish good looks fool ya
Caution where you walk
Cuz we're 40% Dr. Banner, 60% Incredible Hulk
So take 2 cups sugar
Stir in some badass attidude
Set the oven for "hot as hell" cuz the anarchist's favorite food
Is KITTEN pie!
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5. |
Obama Nation
02:15
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And now he's lit from behind like a celestial being
Gazing out toward the masses and seeing
Thousands of apes with the most dumbfounded grins
"He has the anwers! He has the answers!"
And with every staged pause they hold on to their chests
They stare up in anticipation and hold their collective breaths
The man pointing his finger is about to speak the truth
"He speaks with conviction! He speaks with conviction!"
A need to be inspired
A population growing tired
Searching for reprieve and a change they can believe in
So they take the pledge and they join the parade
For the land of the free and the home of the brave
Now it seems the real issues have vanished into air
In favour of a smile and a charismatic flare
A high budget drama where the good guy always wins
"He has the answers! He has the answers!"
They sit around now as one nodding head
Laying around in their corals, just waiting to be led
And no one seems to notice that we've seen it all before because
"He speaks with conviction! He speaks with conviction!"
A need to be inspired
A population growing tired
Searching for reprieve and a change they can believe in
So they take the pledge and they join the parade
For the land of the free and the home of the brave
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Bad Not Alive
01:43
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Drivin down an unlit road
Something caught my eye
Was standin still on the side of the road
I shoulda drove on by
Instead I stopped to take a look
Put my courage to test
Before I had the chance to scream
It ripped open my chest
BAD NOT ALIVE!
They did not die! No matter what I tried!
You'd better run and hide!
Cuz they're bad not alive!
BAD NOT ALIVE!
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7. |
The New Crusade
03:41
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It was happening again as it happened before
A strike of state to settle the score
His leftist system was an unwelcome guest
At the Berkeley party being held in the West.
Perhaps as the rockets slammed through the walls
And the wolves encircled their pray
He recalled a time not long ago
When the people chanted his name.
Fists in the air
Pounding their drums
Chanting and marching in unison
Down the same dark streets that were now overcome
By the New Crusade
For the glory of the kingdom
The New Crusade
Without a rhyme without a reason
The New Crusade
Eliminating all dissent
For the incoming terrorist government
Through his thick black rims he might have watched in awe
As the new democracy came crashing through the walls
The democracy of free markets ruled by thieves
Tearing down the red wall to flood the country in green.
As he recognized his fate he might have died alone
With anger in his heart, betrayal in his soul
But with the sense of service he had buried in his chest
He engaged the microphone for one final address
A word to his people he'd be leaving behind
A word to the system he so despised
A word to the cowards gathering like flies
To the New Crusade
For the glory of the kingdom
The New Crusade
Without a rhyme without a reason
The New Crusade
Eliminating all dissent
For the incoming terrorist government
"Workers of my country, I have faith in Chile and its destiny. Other men will overcome this dark and bitter moment when treason seeks to prevail. Keep in mind that, much sooner than later, great avenues will again be opened, through which will pass the free man, to construct a better society.
Long live Chile! Long live the people! Long live the workers!
These are my last words, and I am certain that my sacrifice will not be in vain, I am certain that, at the very least, it will be a moral lesson that will punish felony, cowardice, and treason."
Salvador Allende
11 September 1973
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