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Irish Mafia
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and the 'p' is for pussified and i sucked it out of parasites 'cause i aint struck dumb by their import i seen the epitaphs carved across the foreheads of the born-dead as they wander 'round like zombies in a psycho ward it was the russian beauty and the irish mafia the things i only read in books being the son of a son of a motherfucking moneyhungry dirt farming iron lung machine it was the russian vodka and the irish beauty and the things i dont never want to talk about she said 'i know, yeah i know, but why you gotta be so broken down before i decide to help you out?' and the hand of god is a middle finger with a hole in the middle where the spike went thru and the land of nod is outside my window and i'll know i'm there when i'm just like you
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Death Machine
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jesus dont you never look down on me i was nothing but a lever in the death machine can you forgive the sins i held within and set me free in my dying days they only love you better, because you're wasting away they only love you better, when you're wasting away.
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Kill Them With Kindness
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when my ship sinks i'll start drinking brine until then i'll kill them with kindness and lose my fucking mind without selling out or melting down wish you was still kicking around when the sominex don't stop them shakes wish you was here to keep awake until them i'll kill them with kindness and cold colt 45's without the simple things to hate we wouldn't talk for days and days without the stupid things to say we'd just be sitting in disgrace until then i'll kill my ambition and liquefy my spine like that prosaic prozac buzz love aint just blind shes out of touch and it tends to promise way too much you aint getting laid you're getting fucked until them i'll kill them with kindness and cold colt 45's
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Wrap Me in the Wires
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not the ones who set in silence nor the ones who stand there screaming i don't need the brilliance and they they don't need to bother me no more, for what gets melted down and sold as stripmall scripture or spraypainted on both sides of the wailing wall and there's no such thing as goodness and it's all just insignicant i don't need the brilliance 'cause i aint got a damned thing left to learn and the small talk tends to settle in like strychnine while i toss another christian on the fire. and all i have to offer you is stories of a hunger that get old as soon as i begin to cry and all i have to offer you is stories of a hunger that get tired soon as i begin to cry and the big talk's like the razor tipped barbed wire. it's the only thing that keeps me on your side 'cause there's nothing worse than the feeble whines when the losers holler genocide and nothing better than a holy war to keep them occupied so wrap me in the wires and the fragments of fanatics who scream "satan could have saved me but they hung him out to dry".
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Winston
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let it crawl underneath the porch that we first fell in love upon and lay there like a poisoned rat let it crumble like the pedestal you chose to put me up upon until the candy coating started corroding in your mouth let it go like the promises you never used to make me keep until it all got personal and burst out at the seams throw the ashes to the wind with the rest of your dead friends throw the ashes to the wind may they never rise again and im sorry about the overdose and hate to say 'i told you so' but she mixed my dope with stomped on coke and your blaming me 'cause your heart is broke i always get the feeling the joke is all on me but if i laugh the loudest i can keep my dignity decided im half nicotine fit half stubborn blood stain hacking up a winston in the cold poughkeepsie rain take the palisades to the garden state where my dad's expecting me to sell my nerve and lose my soul to the people who always be the enemies among us wouldnt want to know the truth if it kicked them in the ass with a shit covered cowboy boot throw the ashes to the wind with the rest of your dead friends throw the ashes to the wind may they never rise again and the rock stars endorse overdose on broken college radios the visigoths inside the gates trade bricks of pot for lives to hate i always get the feeling the joke is all on me but if i laugh the loudest i can keep my dignity
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Myth of Creation
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pity on the pilgrims pride pity on the homicide pity on the salt of someone else's earth when epiphany hits may you be turned into a radio wave and picked up by the distant receivers and handed down like the myth of creation and sold out of slavery to the freedom of kalishnikovs pity on the blessed few pity on the wrecking crew pity on the settlers sons when the next ice age comes may you glow like a nuclear reactor and melt thru the surface of the earth and melt thru the surface of the earth and be the only source of warmth in the universe
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Jihad vs McWorld
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my head was in the ether, but my feet were still in Babylon when i started having seizures and speaking in tongues then the worms crawled in, turned my mind into mud and the holy ghosts exploded into angel dust good for you, go fuck yourself all right guess they was better things that i could have done with my life but i never had the patience to feign interest in a sales pitch coming from dimwitted children of the systems squeegee men so let your good lord come down like acid rain because my love has a hollow point, and it moves at the speed of sound my sadness is a hand grenade, let it explode with the hope someone will be around my hatred is a suicide bomber, something you could never understand i'd rather die in the martyrs brigades than be smothered by the invisible hand of the man be stifled and smothered by the invisible hand of the man than to be that putrid, plastic smile stapled on at the end of every shitty day when the worlds done kicking your ass to be the self-righteous rancor
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why i can't get high no more
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nasty bastards laughing in the back of the class blasted on acid when you was kissing every ass you could to be sure that you'd be passing the test and it didn't do no damn good did it just like i said i just need a place to hide the dried and withered lines upon my face you start to lie it shows your age buddha was a trust fund junkie i could be enlightened too if i'd have set there watching paint dry instead of listeneing to you with your thought police bleed inner peace breeding beauty from the truth and the worst part is it makes me sick to think i'm placating selfish pigs who think they know why i can't get high no more the thing that scares me half to death to think i'd be the last one left to know why i can't get high no more
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son of sam
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i'll be your only hope i'll be your perfect crime i'll be your rope-a-dope, your favorite album side i'll be your zeppelin IV i'll be your grateful dead i'll be the first time that you ever smoked a marlboro red i'll be the love you lost that jerked you off and left you for dead i'll be your innocence i'll be your reagan years i'll be the beautiful people that you could bring to tears i'll be your shallow mind i'll be your sallow skin i'll be the ignorance that washes away all of your sins i'll be your abraham, your son of sam i am your jesus christ on ice all for a low low price just turn your bullshit life into a sacrifice i'll be the fear of looking queer that keeps you bored and uptight i'll be the jawbone of the ass you fear you've been all your life i'll be your tricky dick i'll be your edison after i make you sick i'll be your medicine i'll be your second skin i'll be your vicodin i'll be the ignorance that washes away all of your sins
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bedwetter
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tell your goddamn world to stop spinning at me and your goddamn gods to stop grinning at me i ain't looking for your pity or your sympathy i was hoping you could understand one final see-you-later because it can't be about getting up every day taking two steps and watch your faith blow away pretty as a picture and i'll hang just fine i look to you and you got nothing to say and the gun is loaded the note is written the speech has already gone on too long i ain't asking for your blessing or your forgiveness i just thought i'd let you in on what's going on and i stand here wishing peace to rain down on the righteous amd i hope none of your hopes go unfulfilled and you use my final act as a celebration of your faith in the fact that i'm going to a place where the pleasure outweighs the pain and it's mutated from a sadness to a kind of resignation that i'll be sitting in the cheap seats my whole fucking life watching people i hate do the celebrating i'm not a man with a plan just a boy with a brain i'll let you get the big chunks and i'll just take what remains i've been made to eat the scraps and what they cut off the ends because i strangled all of my best friends some folks don't see the light they're here to see the sights they're here to soak it in they love their fucked up lives could have done better if i wasn't born a bedwetter was richer, better looking, if i got some pussy you can pound me to pieces doesn't matter long as you're not hurt because man is the most evil creature ever put on the earth.
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you are nothing to no one
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there's a beauty in the simple way the blackouts and the headaches came when i had the wherewithal to drink warm beer all day and there's a hideousness that i try to hide in the way i want to see it all subside washing down designer drugs with shots of rock and rye for being born the fifth of sixth sickly sweet and incomplete white as a sheet and never saying shit to all the stupid fucking liars and the future drunken drivers and my mother sent me off to war in an armored car with a stained glass door and i learned to be spat on and i learned to be ignored learned there ain't much difference between a school and a prison except how much they're giving you for pimping in the kingdom of the lord and anything in the world could happen she shrieked at the peak of my world collapsing i swallowed my tongue so i can't preach to her no more i may seem shallow and dumb but you're just fucking distorted you are nothing to no one and you owe us your life and the road to hell is paved with fears of sitting still and being glad i'm here when all i am is bored to tears and all i hear's the bitching in my ears all i hear is bitching in my ears.
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The Ass End of the Earth
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there's a certain shade of white you can learn to hate in life split lip in your first ice ball fight they said we ain't faking crazy can't take it better stay at home there's a certain shade of red the weeds down by the creeks will get between the catskills and the berkshire hills and if you're from down here you shouldn't need to ask if it's a theme park or a labor camp there's a hill behind a church where my sister says there's a plot of dirt where the grass don't grow over a drunkards bones there still seeping poisons from want of being left alone there's things he did i can't defend except to say that he fucked up again but i still love him in the end as a child i could see the goodness and now i'm seeing why he never let it show overrun by huns and philistines charlatans with M-16s while they tread on well worn white lies i serve them miracle water pretending that it's warm rice wine there's a certain fear of death you can feel in every breath shoved down my throat by the hand of man the day i stopped believing in the garden of eden and disneyland
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