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Soap Box
02:19
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You don't really have a clue.
Don't know what to do.
Don't have a thing to say, about me.
I can never tell a lie.
Don't ever have the words, to say all what I've heard, about you.
I won't change, won't be your soap box.
Things seem pretty clear to me, with everything I see.
They put their faces on (can you fake it?)
Tired of being so confused.
My job is to amuse.
The T.V. spot is on (will I make it?)
I won't change, won't be your soap box.
It starts with sex. You take it too far.
I won't change, won't be your soap box.
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Down Me
03:57
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You down me like a dog.
You treat me like some bitch in heat.
I fetch you like a ball, when you call, when you call me,
Look what they made me.
Look how you made me.
Look how they've spade me.
You down me.
You drown me.
You clown me.
You treat me like a kid.
You say I don't know what I'm doing.
But I stand right by you, when you call, when you call me.
Look what you made me.
Look what they made me.
Look how you've spade me, yeah.
Those things I haven't said.
Confessions on my bed, won't save me from myself.
On and on and on and on.
On and on and on it goes.
On and on and on it goes.
On and on and on it goes.
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3. |
Atom Bomb
03:19
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The Pigs get fatter in D.C.
The Pigs fry fatter in D.C.
Oh no! I know.
What do you see in Washington?
What d'ya see in Washington.
You see.
We’re not free. We're not free.
Still you think we’re free.
When you gonna fire that smoking gun?
When you gonna fire that smoking gun at me?
Let it be.
And they scream. And they scream.
Do you really think they have an atom bomb?
Do you really think they have an atom bomb?
Do you really think they have an atom bomb?
Weapons of Mass Destruction?
(Maybe they got an atomb wrong?)
When are you gonna send all of your boys, when are you gonna send all of your boys back home? Back home.
Back home, so they’re safe from their own.
When you gonna fire that smoking gun, when you gonna fire that smoking gun at me?
Let it be.
And they scream.
And they scream.
So what did you get? I don't know, I don't know
What do you get? I don't know.
Can we forgive? I don’t know, I don't know.
Will God forgive an atom bomb?
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Prisoner
04:23
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You can make it on your own.
You are not your prisoner.
You can do it by yourself.
And can make your life success.
What goes up then must come down.
Said that fat king, hit the ground.
See I've spent my life so still.
And I pop another pill.
What goes up, must come down.
So do your best.
Little one.
Don't let them intimidate you, with bullets and guns.
Coz what goes up there must come down.
Said that fat king, hit the ground.
See I've spent my life so still.
And I pop another pill.
Hello? Hello?
What's your hassle?
What goes up.
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5. |
Beware The Wolves
05:26
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I WENT TO THE CHURCH TODAY,
JUST TO HEAR WHAT THEY HAD TO SAY.
AN OLD LADY LOOKED ME UP AND DOWN,
SHE DIDN’T LIKE THE LOOK OF ME.
AS I SAT AT THE BACK,
I LISTENED TO A TRACK.
SPEAKING ON SINS OF THE HEART
HATE AND BLASPHEMY.
(SEXUALITY)
GOT UP AT THE END OF THE SERMON TO GRAB THE FREE COFFEE
I WASN’T REALLY SURPRISED, NOBODY TALKED TO ME
CRYING DEEP INSIDE.
THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE.
COULDN’T SHOW THROUGH MY SABBATH MASK,
COZ IT FITTED TOO NEATLY
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
WHO CAN YOU SAVE?
WHAT IS THE MEANING,
OF ALL YOUR PRAISE?
YES, YOU SING IT LOUD AND PROUD,
BUT IT’S ALL IN VAIN.
COZ YOU SHOW NO LOVE,
TO EVERYONE IN PAIN.
PASTOR CAUGHT ME AT THE DOOR.
‘SO, WHAT DID YOU THINK OF ME?’
I ASKED IS IT POSSIBLE,
‘CAN I REALLY BE FREE?’
HE GAVE ME A SORRY LOOK,
GRABBING HOLD OF MY HAND HE SHOOK, BRINGING MY EAR CLOSER, HE WHISPERED GENTLY, SAYING,
‘THEY WOULDN’T LOVE ME IF THEY KNEW THE REAL ME.'
‘THEY WOULDN’T LOVE ME EITHER IF THEY KNEW THE REAL ME.’
LOOK HOW YOU TREAT THEM
THE DIFFERENT AND THE BRAVE.
WHERE IS YOUR COMFORT FOR THOSE
GRIEVING AT THE GRAVES.
FOR ALL THEIR LOVED ONES,
YOU TOO DENIED.
WE WANTED LOVE TOO
AND THAT WAS OUR CRIME.
THEY JUST WANT LOVED TOO,
IS THAT SUCH A CRIME?
TO THE REJECTED,
TO YOU I SING.
BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.
HEED THIS WARNING: BEWARE THE WOLVES.
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6. |
WorkShy?
02:07
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WORK!
Your workers to the bone,
and they can't buy their homes,
and tax them all their lives, so you can eat pies.
Reward the work shy and they can get by without ever having to try.
This is all their mess.
And we're paying the debt.
Raising your fees, they lied.
Coz they're all work shy.
Work shy!
B-B-B-B-B-BANKS!
In bed with all the ranks.
And sleeping with the flags.
To tighten up your belts,
So they can keep wealth.
Political stealth.
"What's yours is mine."
The thieves, they are having the time.
These are shameful crimes.
Robbing us all blind.
They promise the world and wave high.
Point their fingers, call the workers work shy.
Am I workshy?
Jail the bankers
Arrest the wanders.
Jail the bankers.
(Work shy wankers.)
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7. |
You Let The Devil In
08:16
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YOUR NUMBER’S 322,
IT SUITS WHAT HIDES INSIDE OF YOU.
BUT YOUR FLESH ISN’T KIND,
IT’S WASTING AWAY IN TIME, LIKE MINE.
STILL YOU DRANK THE STAIL WINE.
IN A TOAST TO THE LIE, YOU BELIEVED WOULD MAKE YOU DIVINE.
YOUR PUPPET STRINGS ARE NOW PULLED AT THE TOP,
GIVING YOU ALL THE RIGHT PLANS TO PLOT.
TAKE THE LOOT, TAKE THE LAND, TAKE THE OIL. TAKE THE LOT.
YOU BEAT DOWN THE COLLAR MEN AND SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS.
BUT DID YOU CONNECT ALL THE DOTS?
OR DIDN’T YOU NOTICE, THERE’S A REASON CHAIR 13 IS STILL AN EMPTY SPOT.
WHAT’S YOUR NUMBER NOW?
IN THE MARK THAT THEY PUT OVER YOUR SWEATING BROW
HOW’D YOU STAND WITH NO SPINE?
HOW DOES YOUR FORKED TONGUES SPEAK IN RIDDLES AND RYHMES?
WHO’S THAT WHISPERING BEHIND THE LINES?
TO CONQUER AND DIVIDE WITH ANOTHER FALSE FLAG.
WHEN DID OUR LOVE OF TRUTH SLIP AND SUBSIDE?
WHEN YOU STOLE ALL OUR HOPE. TOOK THE ROPE.
WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU MADE GOD A JOKE
WHEN YOU REWARDED EVIL MEN
PUNISHED WOMEN AND CHILDREN
WHEN YOU OPPRESSED THE BEST
SHOWED A BARE BREAST ON YOUR CHEST
WHEN YOU SOLD MORALITY FOR GOLD
WORSHIPPED THE GOAT FOR AN EASY ROAD
WHEN YOU BURNED THE BILL OF RIGHTS
WHEN YOU CAUSED ALL THE FIGHTS
MURDERED BABY BLUE AND BABY LIFE
DID YOUR DEALS IN THE NIGHT
TURNED YOUR BACK ON THE ALMIGHTY
FOR THE ANGEL OF LIGHTS
My Father, forgive us, we call upon you.
Hope.
Give us hope.
My Father, forgive me, I plead to you.
Hope.
Give us hope.
My Father, forgive us, we call upon you.
Hope.
Give us hope.
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8. |
Last Love Song
05:09
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This is the last love song I'll sing to you.
You broke my heart, pulled it back through and through.
Just remember who taught that love to you, and don't forget it.
For all the love that is said and is won.
You were the only one to push me to the gun.
But I couldn't pull that trigger too.
I won't forget you.
I love you still.
You went and left me.
It made me ill.
I won't forget you.
I love you still.
You went and left me.
It made me ill.
So please forgive me.
Coz my heart can't feel.
This is the last love song in the world,
we won't sing another one. No.
This is the last love song I'll sing to you.
We won't sing another one no,
this is the last love song in the world.
This is the last love song I'll sing to you,
we won't sing another one, no,
this is the last love song in the world.
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9. |
Red Cup Party
04:55
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Red Cup Party
Gonna be a soiree
“Gonna be dope
Off the hook”,
Said One Block Marty.
Got to pick the brewskiis
Gonna be some hotties
RSVP sitting at 500+
OH MY GOSH!
OH HELL YES!
PBR with Preston
Drug of Choice with Denton
Making my way downton to seven eleven
Got my people on their cell phones
Snapping shots of my home
Text and sending out to all their boys and their girls
TELL THE WORLD!
SPREAD THE WORD
About our
Red Cup Party!
Starting out the Friday Fun
Take the route on 101
Exit off Chauenga
And you’re almost homerun
Looking like some hipsters
Watch out all you spinsters
Check out all the gangstas
Actors, Have you ever?
Looks like Billy Idol’s son is playing DJ
Eloe’s on the yaye
Yo! Yaye! Yo! Yaye! Yo! Yaye! Yo!
Gin and Juice is on the flow
Pour the rest right in the bowl
Margarita time is making folks sing Prince on karaoke
Jocks are down from Hunnington
UFC not on this TV
Upstaged by the cool of all the Goths and Silverlakians
Take a bump your on the up
Did anyone bring the red cups?
Cameron digs his hip hop
Jen Bow likes the soft rock
Rico’s into new pop,
Sam’s stuck in the 80s
Joel’s wrapped up in Brit-Pop
Nico’s all like ‘What’s Up?’
Chris Moe’s Shouting POOL ROCK
Em Brow’s heart is loved up
And Tib’s just chilling
Jonton is making a killing.
Albert, Arsenal is winning.
Stand Up Jokes With Chris Kenny
Ted it’s way past 4:20
Matt Michelle wish you could be
At this Crazy Red Cup Party
People, bathroom’s blocked up
Dancing with the drunk cop
This whole place is smashed up
And J Joe’s cranking
PHHHHHHHIIIIISH!
Red Cup Party
Summer time,
folks sitting by the pool.
6 am, half the party's gone to another doo.
Precious moments, only last a short while.
I wish I could stay.
L.A. Life.
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10. |
Dolly
03:33
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You point one finger
You Got three pointing back
It took a long way to get your kid to walk this track
That boat you missed
You felt so dismissed
That chance you missed
Childhood got Dissed.
Living your broken dream
Now through your only child
Tell her to pout, dance
Get her to smile
Judges adding score
On innocence that’s pure
Telling kids make careers and lifestyles
It’s so evil, cruel. It’s so vile.
Did you ever ask your daughters if it’s worthwhile?
It’s been long, so long,
Since our moral
(Watch the shows that we sell you)
It’s welcomed
Youth overrun
With child stardom
(Here’s to you Honey Boo-Boo)
Turning you into a dolly.
Dolly!
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11. |
All Gone To Hell
05:59
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It used to be so strong.
The things I seen would blow my mind.
Love for originals now just seems a waste of time.
The way we sell ourselves and sell our state of minds.
It seems we've sold our souls.
It's out of control.
Influences now, weren't like before.
It seems we've lost the heart in what we sing about.
I used to believe in talent; integrity.
And it's plane to see, it's crystal clear to me.
Today's buy and sell.
It's all gone to hell.
Decay leaves a smell.
It's all gone to hell.
It used to be so strong.
We used to sing along.
We used to buy their songs.
What the hell went wrong?
What have we got left to look back on?
Stubborn talk show hosts and a loser to chose from.
It makes you crawl out of your skin.
It makes you lose faith in it.
And it makes you wonder.
Decay leaves a smell.
It's all gone to hell.
Lap the road trip home.
I'm not coming back
till they box me up for mama.
Laugh like it's your past.
It maybe your last coming days we'll never know.
Sing it.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
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