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Peace & Love
01:06
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Community gardens on every block
Solar panels where the sidewalk stops
Office buildings left to rot
Empty houses free to squat
Peace and love ain't far away
Fields of flowers, room to play
All that stands now, 'tween them and us
Is some basic skills, organization, and a mountain,
Of dead cops
Waiting to be torn down or blown to bits
At the earliest convenience
The sooner cancer is removed
The sooner your life improved
Peace and love ain't far away
Fields of flowers, room to play
All that stands now, 'tween us and it
Is some basic skills, organization, and a violent overthrow of the government
There's so many resources, tech, and wealth
That exist to improve your health
Yet we never seem to be rewarded
Because all these things are milked and hoarded
Peace and love ain't far away
Fields of flowers, room to play
All we need now, to scratch that itch
Is some basic skills, organization, and some guillotines for the rich
(but it starts with)
Community gardens on every block
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Crime
01:05
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I'm not living less dangerously
But I'm much smarter about my crime
These days nearly everyone I know has been giving up
But I've got better things to do with my time
My friend: my love, My foe: my rage
I cock back and swing harder every day
In this world what do you have, if not your word?
My spit: my pen, Their face: my page
With stolen tools I break my cage
It's not a competition, but what have you done today?
I'm not living less dangerously
But I'm much smarter about my crime
These days nearly everyone I know has been giving up
But I've got better things to do with my time
This life: my knife, This world: my war
There are things worth fighting for
And only those that keep you down will tell you that there aren't
Our fate they stole: Their Rome we sack
With homemade bombs we take it back
For legal purposes, let's call this satire.
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3. |
Bad Vibes
02:00
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The mountains, the rivers, the trees
This scenery wasted on me
I am here but cannot see
See beyond my misery
All that exists is the coming week
The bills, the work, the means I seek
To cut through the monotony
Painfully familiar to me
You'd think it'd be the dead that haunt these grounds
But it's the living that are shambling around
Waiting for the curse to lift
This tragic world, this beautiful gift
This world is a gift
That we can't return
And you're in my ear
You tell me it's beautiful
Yeah, but I fucking hate it here
The stark contrast, before us looms
A blossoming spring as the death toll balloons
A world out of order with no chance to appeal
How am I supposed to feel?
You'd think it'd be the dead that haunt these grounds
But it's the living that are shambling around
Waiting for the curse to lift
This tragic world, this beautiful gift
I fucking hate it here
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4. |
Faces
01:17
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Standing in the rain
While you play in the sun
Can't help but to think about
The farce it's all become
Not even sure of what went through your head
When all is said and done
Because you have many faces
And I have one
Stones now have been cast
But the song remains unsung
To eulogize the game you played
As if you were so young
Can't pretend that I don't hear about
The lies you spread among
My friends cause you have many tricks
And I have none
Refusing to work on yourself
Because it's never fun
Just leads to bigger problems down the road
When you always choose to run
From the messes that you make
The depths that you will plumb
At the end you'll have many regrets
When I have none
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5. |
Run Your Own Town
01:03
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The American dream is dead
These eyes see only black
No god above or government
Could ever bring it back
But not all hope is lost
Its quite the opposite
The future's got a ray of hope
I see from where I sit
The oppressive global system (((capitalism)))
Is crumbling, ready to fall
And soon there won't be nothing
Strong enough to keep control
So what then will we do
When there's no government
To run your town or burn it down
As only they see fit:
Do it all ourselves
Take back our control
Into our own hands, our demands
Will not be void and null
The oppressive global system
Is crumbling, ready to fall
And soon there won't be nothing
Strong enough to keep control
Grow your own food
Fix your own shit
Run your own town
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Cops, Revisited
02:02
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You focus on my voice
And listen to my bid
I don't regret a single thing
That I ever did
At my unattended funeral
You'll hear a needle drop
Cause I've slit the throats of lots of friends
So I'd come out on top
I am your friend, your father, your god
Upheld by violence and backed up by law
Any thought that you could think
Has already crossed my mind
And I know that you're below me
Because you are not my kind
And when I'm on the highway
I take up every lane
Because the world was made on my account
To use for my own gain
I am your friend, your father, your god
Upheld by violence, and backed up by law
Hundred of you for one of me, but I know you know your place
Cause I've never once heard anybody say that to my face
Your loss is not my gain
Your loss is not my gain
Your loss is not my gain
But all the same
I feel no shame
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