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dys topic
05:14
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how did we get here?
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need a monster
04:04
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I need a monster in my life,
that's why I married you!
I need a monster in my life,
that's why I came to vote for you..
I wake up in the morning,
coughing and spluttering,
training my voice for all the
whingeing and whining
it has to do,
it has to do today..
Raised, by monsters
Governed, by monsters
Taught, by monsters
Loved, by monsters
Not interested in anyone decent..
Not interested in any truth..
Not interested in honesty..
Not interested in reality..
All I know is that I need a monster,
and it might as well be you!
All I know is that I need a monster,
and it might as well be you!
'cos I was..
Raised, by monsters
Governed, by monsters
Taught, by monsters
Loved, by monsters
yeah, I was..
Raised, by monsters
Governed, by monsters
Taught, by monsters
Loved, by monsters
All i've learned is that I need a monster,
and it might as well be you..
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3. |
just slop oil
02:22
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As a fly on your wall I can categorically state
that you ain't gonna make it, if you "fake it 'till you break it".
Tearing holes so deep,
that the creeps no longer sleep,
now your algebracadabra grabs the frankensteiner minors
by the feet, and pulls them along..
Dinging dang and dong,
Singing 'everything is wrong!'
Chuggin' and draggin' yer oily shit all over this world..
So the girls in plastic make-up
sit sipping, enjoying the break-up,
cracking' out the jubblies
to outrageous applause..
Never mind the cause,
'cause the boss is dangling carrots,
24 or more,
like you've never seen before..
Scores of whores lay dead along the shores;
let's sing it some more..
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I, mustard mitt
03:15
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I, mustard mitt,
I like the smell of my own shit;
can't get enough of it..
And those falling towers;
one of my finest hours!
See? The whole world cowers..
You say: "Give him the welly!
- We think you're kind of smelly."
But then, so did David Kelly..
Little wonder my hands feel so warm..
Little wonder my hands feel so warm..
I surely agree,
It's all about me
owning everything I see..
You may call me a liar..
I'll just pile your bodies higher;
they make a lovely fire..
Little wonder my hands feel so warm..
Little wonder my hands feel so warm..
Little wonder my hands feel so warm..
Little wonder my hands feel so warm..
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agreedment
04:17
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Everything a government proposes and does
is to entice others to think the way they do..
Everything a government proposes and does
is to entice others to think the way they do..
They just need your agreedment,
agreedment all they need..
They just need your agreedment,
agreedment all they need..
Bullshit, must be rammed down your neck,
constantly,
'cos truth is 'what exists'..
It is everywhere,
It is everywhere..
That's why..
Bullshit, must be rammed down your neck, constantly..
'cos truth is 'what exists';
It is everywhere..
They just need your agreedment,
agreedment all they need..
They just need your agreedment,
agreedment all they need..
Everything a government proposes and does
is to entice others to think the way they do..
Everything a government proposes and does
is to entice others to think the way they do..
They just need your agreedment,
agreedment all they need..
They just need your agreedment,
agreedment all they need..
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6. |
vegetable rights
02:44
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Packed tightly underground
Seasoned and lightly brown
Laid out; neat and tidy rows
Fed shit; only body grows
Cut roots; poisons sprayed
All else must keep away
Covered in cellophane
Bought and sold again
I've got vegetable rights, vegetable rights,
take out my eyes and hide from the light,
consumed with no fight..
I've got vegetable rights, vegetable rights,
kept in a box and packed real tight,
hid from the light..
Laid out; neat and tidy rows
Fed shit; only body grows
Cut roots; poisons sprayed
Captors must be obeyed
I've got vegetable rights, vegetable rights,
take out my eyes and hide from the light,
consumed with no fight..
I've got vegetable rights, vegetable rights,
kept in a box and packed real tight,
hid from the light..
I've got vegetable rights, vegetable rights,
take out my eyes and hide from the light,
consumed with no fight..
I've got vegetable rights, vegetable rights,
kept in a box and packed real tight,
hid from the light..
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I'm in the business of manufacturing information;
it pays the way..it paves the way..
I torture rats and monkeys to sell you plastic smoke rings;
it pays the way..it paves the way..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll sell you labels of positivity.
I know you'll buy them
'cos 'god' is watching every move..
I'll sell you labels of positivity.
I know you'll buy them
'cos 'god' is watching every move..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
And it's my birthday.. every four years..
I make the bombs and guns;
you need a rocket up your arse!
It pays the way..it paves the way..
Pretty pics from space,
are coloured by my hand..
it pays the way..it paves the way..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll sell you labels of positivity.
I know you'll buy them
'cos 'god' is watching every move..
I'll sell you labels of positivity.
I know you'll buy them
'cos 'god' is watching every move..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
I'll tell you what you want to hear..
And it's my birthday.. every four years..
Another birthday every four years..
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8. |
forever and a day
04:07
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Your existential crisis is dark and doesn't matter,
Battered to submission by constant propaganda..
Your waves of understanding will only last forever,
..and a day..
..and a day..
Your science and religion; all beliefs and theories
funded by the monkey's who want you on their side..
because you know it's only truth that lasts forever,
..and a day..
..and a day..
Just a drop in the ocean of energetic waters;
Mind the tunnel-vision with no light at the end..
Don't worry about existence, it will only last forever,
..and a day..
..and a day..
Your science and religion; all beliefs and theories
funded by the monkey's who want you on their side..
because you know it's only truth that lasts forever,
..and a day..
..and a day..
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9. |
someone else's dream
01:51
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I wanna be a bit-part in someone else's dream
Wear a suit and tie; stuff my face with ice-cream..
Mow the lawn on Sunday; keep it nice and neat.
Put murdered things on barbecues,
well won't that be a treat?
I'd love to play your wealth game,
although I'd never win,
'cos I'd have to be the greediest cunt
there's ever been..
A different pair of underpants
for each day of the week,
And without a country mansion
the future's looking...bleak!
..without a country mansion
the future is looking..
...bleak!
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10. |
law of attraction
00:53
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Got the robes.
Got the pants.
Got the beard.
Got the incense..
Got the hair, just right,
Got vocabulary..
Got the book.
Got the shirt.
Got the walk.
Got the moustache..
Got 'belief', just right,
Got Oprah Winfrey..
Fake Buddha's clamour for attention,
desperate for celebrity..
Follow the pattern. Repeat the goal.
Happiness is guaranttteeeeeeeedddddddddddddd...................
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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11. |
far-right
02:48
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Far right..
Baseball bats at the ready..
Pamphlets floating in the wind..
Far-right..
Slogans pasted on the walls..
Colours chosen, ties worn just so..
Far-right..
Shovels at the ready..
You dig those mass graves, man?
Far-right..
Swastika's for your little angels..
Far-right..
Baseball bats at the ready..
Pamphlets floating in the wind..
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12. |
step out of the frame
03:23
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I'm only cool because I'm hot,
which I ain't been since I was seventeen..
Now I'm a fool because I'm not,
chasing somebody else's dream*..
Born to a culture; some kind of vulture,
picking at my bones..
But no matter how much I sweat,
I can't keep up with mr. jones..
(If you can't see the whole picture,
step out of the frame..
If you can't see the whole picture,
step out of the frame..)
I'm looking up; I'm looking down,
I'm looking for a way out..
In search of space*, or god almighty,
I'm hanging on to my doubt..
Because I sided, I am divided;
Not on the ground or in the trees..
But I can twist; I can turn;
I think I'll do as I please..
(If you can't see the whole picture,
step out of the frame..
If you can't see the whole picture,
step out of the frame..
If you can't see the whole picture,
step out of the frame..
If you can't see the whole picture,
step out of the frame..)
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13. |
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? seriously..
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