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Dystopian Empire 1984
03:34
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It came from the 80’s
Washed up on the shore
Consumers delighted
Like a coke fueled whore
Were they trapped in their spandex?
Did they dance ‘til they’re sore?
Dystopian slam dance
‘Til they fell through the floor
Chorus
Childhood is disfigured
When the memories are triggered
Neighborhood is evicted
It ain’t there any more
Should’ve served as a warning
Lady Liberty’s mourning
Now you’re living the blueprints -1984
It came from the 80’s
Washed up on the shore
Crack addicted AID’s babies
Now they’re selling a cure
Gutter reeks of injustice
Amp the troops up for war
We were told “Just say no”
It just made us want more
(Chorus)
It came from the 80’s
Watched the wall fall
MTV babies
Were beginning to crawl
Rockin’ a Hairband
Trying not to recall
Is it all ancient history
Did it happen at all
Childhood is afflicted
This has all been predicted
‘million more are convicted
This cannot endure
Is this the future you wanted
Lady liberty’s haunted
Now you living the blueprints - 1984
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2. |
Index of Injustices
04:02
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Patent proof for the greed
No matter how many mouths to feed
Sell you sow me a seed
It’s one time use is guaranteed
Hey! Hey!
Send the drones from the sea
Never mind civilian casualties
If it wasn’t you then it wasn’t me
Safe and sound if we pay the fee
Chorus:
Turn a cheek - A mantra of the meek
Blind the mind – the flavor of the weak
Picket you – feel free to disagree
Your point of view is not Royal Decree
Lock ‘em up – throw away the key
Lest we forget livin’ isn’t free
Judge me not or guillotine
Minimum mandatory sentencing
Hey! Hey!
Fuck the world – doesn’t stop
Feed me garbage ‘til I pop
Silent rulers from the top
If we could just connect the dots
Chorus:
Turn a cheek - A mantra of the meek
Blind the mind – the flavor of the weak
Picket you – feel free to disagree
Your point of view is not Royal Decree
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3. |
Sharp Like a G
03:08
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Cry like a bitch and you think you’re a dad
Told me that you quit but you still want a drag
When you’re drinking on the street sing a song move your feet
To the rhythm of the sirens and the sound of defeat
When you’re down on your luck and you don’t give a fuck
And you’re sick and you’re sad in this place that you’re stuck
To the sounds of the street that are singing while you drink
That are crass that are crude does it really make you think
There’s a buzz in the air like I don’t give a care
Are you real are you true is it you that you bare
Raise a glass make a toast file a claim that you boast
Fly a car drive a plane from the mountains to the coast – Hey
When you’re down for the count so agree to the plea
It’s a mask that you wear that you fit to a tee
Is the world not a mess can at least we agree
That it’s written in the blood in the land of the free – Hug
In the land of the free
When you’re sharp like a G
The world’s got you down and you’re putting on a frown
Cause your life’s gone to shit in the sorrows that you drown
With a monkey on your back and your dick in the dirt
When you fall through the cracks beaten broke – broke your heart
A buy on the bet that the better that you get
Goals you’ll attain from the markers that you set
Well happy are you sad Well all the times that we had there
Sometimes the sun shines and life ain’t so bad – Hell
I guess this life ain’t so bad
Life ain’t so bad
When you’re sharp like a G
I guess this life ain’t so bad
In the land of the free - Huh
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4. |
Rabbit
03:26
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I haven’t told a lie until now
That in the end everything works out
Ain’t it all God’s glory heaven sent
At least some of us content to pretend
Silly sally had a rally,
Protesting the dilly dally,
Pages from the rand-mcnally,
Blowin’ in the wind
Pillow fodder for the daughter
Put their babies under water,
First its hot, Then it’s hotter, hell is in your head
Laughter put myself in stitches
Politics for corporate bitches,
Wasn’t written by Zech Sitchen doesn’t mean it’s meant
When I said I was your friend – When I meant I was your friend
Well I said I was your friend – ‘Til stairways do ascend
I haven’t told a lie until now
That in the end everything works out
Ain’t it all God’s glory heaven sent
At least some of us content to pretend… pretend Yeah
Make sure that you thank your think tank,
Bought sold lost at some bank,
Which direction your election,
Taught and bought unto perfection
Rigged the dream and sought protection,
Maybe more than truth will mention
Told a lie and took their pensions ain’t it heaven sent
When I said I was your friend – Well I meant I was your friend
When I said I was your friend – ‘Til stairways do ascend - Hey
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