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ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ
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ÞTable of ContentsÝ
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Staff List : "Those who drink lots of beer" : By Alcoholics Unanimous
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The Editorial : "Who Put Pee Pee In My Poop?" : By Sed
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Information : "People to Send Mail Bombs To" :
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Article: : "MTV's 3 Steps of Punkness" : By Deaf Jesus
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Article: : "This IS Punk Angst" : By Deaf Jesus
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Article: : "Selling Your Soul for Bux" : By Code13
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Lyrics : "Energy" : By Operation Ivy
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Guitar Tab : Mommy, Can I Kill Tonight? : By The Misfits
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Staff List
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Editor: Sed (E-Mail Address: sedative@escape.com)
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Writers:
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Deaf Jesus (E-Mail Address: someone get him one!)
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Code 13 (E-Mail Address: burkem@iglou.com)
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Bludzy (E-Mail Address: bludzy@cloud9.org)
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Mascot: EMS (His quote: Whites are teh superior race & we shouldn't let
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anyone who disagrees say anythin) (E-Mail Address: root@kkk.in.2nd.grade.org)
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Who Put Pee in my Poop?
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Well, this is the first issue of This Zine Sucks. Why did I decided to
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get off my lazy ass and write a e-zine? Several reasons. First off, I was
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sick & tired of watching the electronic zine scene die, with in the last 6
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month magazines like HOE, PEZ, Milk & Tea, GASP, ROT & others die, along with
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such great boards as MogelLand, Goat Blowers Anonymous, The Obloid Sphere,
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Green Eggs & Spam, etc. So this is just my little contribution to keep the
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boat afloat. Also, I used to write a paper zine called "Serial Killer Day
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Care", which I can no longer print due to lack of funds & creative ways to
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scam Kinko's. And that zines spirit & stuff will just be transmitted onto
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TZS.
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Besides, one of my few philosophical things is that I feel information
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should be free & disseminated, and it is 1000x easier to do that on a
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computer, where recieving this zine is completely free & should generally
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take under a minute & can be read by anyone with any computer, rather then by
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mail where you would be subjected to postage costs, possible stealing by the
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post office, waiting a week or more, etc. Viva la computadora. So, without
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much more ado here is This Zine Sucks: The Bullshit .TXT for the chemically
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unbalanced
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Fun Fact: KISS's Paul Stanley is son of 2000 Flushes inventor Al Eisen
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"People to Send Mail Bombs To"
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Christian Anti-Communist Crusade
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2777 E. Sixth St, Box 890
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Long Beach, CA 90801-0941
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These "Christians" are all for being the nazis the communists fought. These
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guys are the true Anti-Americans
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America's Promise
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Lord's Covenant Church Inc.
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PO Box 5534, Phoenix, AZ 85010
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Our favorite sickening Christian Identity scumbags
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Church of the Creator
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PO Box 400
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Otto, NC 28763
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Another group of Christian Identity dorks, except these guys have scarily
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slick paper
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Moral Majority
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PO Box 190
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Forest, VA 24551
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Their morals sure aren't moral. God bless America. Just as long as God's self
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styled interpeters don't throw me into a jail for what I think
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National Socialist Movement
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PO Box 42, Chillicothe, OH 45601
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Sieg Hiel, I mean God Bless America!
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Scriptures for America
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P.O. Box 766-c
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LaPorte, CO 80535
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One more Christian Identity group, except with a amazingly scary WWW presence.
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(Note: I tried to find the PMRC's address desperately, but I couldn't. But if
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you find their address, send a little bomb for me)
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When you got more addresses, feel free to send 'em to any This Zine Sucks
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member. Remember, the only good fascist is a dead fascist.
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Quote: "Great thinkers will always encounter violent opposition from mediocre
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minds" - Albert Einstein
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"Mtv's...
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3 Step Plan to be an
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ohh soo COOL PUNK
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Rocker..."
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by Deaf Jesus
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1. Start listening only to the bands we show over and over until you want to
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puke (Greenday is a good start)
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2. Go buy some hair dye and die your hair blue or green right away to show
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how much of a rebel you are.
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3. Now go to a concert and prove your a punk rocker by kicking ass in the pit.
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Remember that moshing isn't about getting out your aggressions, its more
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importantly about beating the shit out of the innocent guy next to you,
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like a big fist fight with music in the background. The harder you punch the
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person, and the more blood of their's that they see, the more they will
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respect you and know you are cool. Just look at Jocks for example. They do
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this and just look how cool they are. So go in swinging, and you'll have
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a really fun time.
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Fun Fact: Ronald Wilson Reagan = 6 6 6
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its kinda funny, ya know. everywhere i go now all i see are kids dyeing their
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hair, wearing chain wallets, but they dont get it. they think they are
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rebeling by doing this, but they are too dumb and nieve to understand that
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that they arent rebeling against shit. THEY ARE ONLY CONFORMING. They're dumb
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because they arent trying to be different from everyone else, they are trying
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to be JUST like everyone else. Right before MTv shoved Greenday and Offspring
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up everyone's asshole these bastards were making fun of all the kids in their
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school that tried to be different. But as soon as they see that MTv thinks its
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cool to be different, then it must be cool to be different. First Mtv exploited
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the whole Seattle/Grunge phenomenon (there are still assholes to this day that
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think Nevermind is Nirvana's first album) and made flannel's the coolest thing
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to wear. Now its time to go buy some hair dye and dye your hair. One day they
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dress like a prep, the next day a hoodlum, today a punk. Not to say that i am
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"Mr. Almighty Punk Rocker" but it isnt just a fuckin fashion, it's a way to
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think and live, but these dumb asses dont get it at all. The main idea (and
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whole point) of dyeing your hair was because it would seperate you from those
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that followed others. Nowadays there is no point to doing it, because your just
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gonna end up looking like and following others. As my friend put it the other
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day, "the only way to be alternative now is to be normal." The sad thing is,
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he's so right. Go anywhere outside your home and know what you'll see? Either
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a bunch of Billy joe wannabee's or Hole chicks ). Thats all there really is now (Ded Note. check the included "MTv's 3 step plan to be an oh soo cool punk rocker").
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Plus, this feeling of "i'm cool cause i latch on to someone else's indivuality"
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is starting to get contagious. Before, if you saw someone wearing a pair of
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Airwalks or Simples (Skateboarding sneakers) you could totally get into a
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conversation with them about skating and it would seem you just made a new
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friend. But now, if you see someone wearing these sneakers and you go up to him
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and say "Hey, do you skate?" the only response you'll get back is a blank
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expression and a "No!" that makes you feel like you insulted their stuck up
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asses for asking them that. Foot Locker, Athlete's Foot, everywhere you just
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see skating shoes. Companies are starting up just to imitate skate shoes
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(Skechers for instance look almost exactly like Simples) but of course these
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shoes aren't built for skating, and probalbly rip after two seconds of using
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them. Sorry for all this "holier than thou" bullshit but its been getting
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to me lately. It seems like everything is getting commercialized and once that
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happens then your gonna start suffering. I mean, look at computers and the
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internet(ohh boy here we go again). Before everyone jumped on the bandwagon,
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you didnt have to worry as much about assholes going after you for .gif's or
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threatening to watch and make sure that you dont say anything obscene or out
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of line in your Email. Yeah well, if any of you red-neck, bible touting
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politicians get a chance to read this...fuck off, Fuck off, Fuck Off, FuCk OfF
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FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF.....
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Fun Fact: YES, SED HAS NOT EDITED THIS ISSUE AT ALL. I PROMISE #2 WILL BE LESS
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IDJIT-LOOKING. OH WELL. OY VEY.
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FUCK! GOD DAMN THIS SUCKS! I THINK I GONNA FUCKING THROW UP! Jez
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this feels like fucking snot and boogers, these oysters are the most FOUL
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thing i have ever had to touch. IF I ONLY HAD A FUCKING DECENT JOB, My life
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would be so much better. I wouldnt have to do this shit anymore. I wouldnt
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have to sell myself out daily just so i could pay the mother fucking
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landloard(slumlord.) I work my ass off doing somthing i totally despise for
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what? What common satisfaction do i get from working, lets see: 1. i dont
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live with my parents, but my parents are cool as shit. 2. i can buy beer, i
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could buy beer with all the money i wouldnt spend on bills. 3. its what you
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are supposed to do. WHAT? My problem isnt with working as you would
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probably disagree with me right now, but my problem is that i have to do
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somthing that i despise so deeply and aggresively that when i come home
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every fuckin day i could sit here and shed tears for all the carcus i sling.
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If you cant tell by now i work in a restaurant. I have worked in restaurants
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all of my life and i cant take it anymore. It makes me sick daily, to sit
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and eat lunch with the hands that just fingered through the dead flesh of
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chickens, oysters, fish etc... I have a problem with the system that is
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supposed to help us get an education, but instead has turned its back on its
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youth. In this country today at the rate we are going we will have built
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more prisons than schools by the year 2010. A country were even the
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corperate thiefs that stole it in the first place have noticed because they
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have no one to hire. Where the prisons are supposed to reform people instead
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they deny the right to an education, for that mater, we are all being denied
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the right to an education.
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These are somre of the things i think about in the coarse of my day.
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I think these things and wonder "well fuck burke, thats it! society and life
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has nothing to offer me," As i grow up, daily i think these things to
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myself. The fact of the mater is that society does not have anything to
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offer me, nor my friends, and the same with almost everyone around me. The
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guy i walked past on the street a little while ago, he has not a reason to
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look into the future and see promise. That is my problem, that is why i
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fight the idea that im supposed to grow up into this respectable citizen,
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but in whos eyes will I be respectable. The eyes of the police and a judge,
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the eyes of my parents and my girlfriend, or maybe the eyes of Jesus Christ.
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You know what? I bet if there is a god, i seriously doubt hes worrying about
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the type of citizen im gonna be. Hmm? And what about the Police, the police
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for raping and killing and beating, what do ouur pears think of these
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people, well maybe not people, cause we all know people dont do those things
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right? The T.V. told me that only evil people do those things, that these
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people will see hell for those kind of actions. Hmm? I dont see how going
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to a police academy is going to keep these people innocent. It wont in my book!
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If there was justice somone would save the women and children from
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the serbian troops. Somone would stop the illegal desacrration of our
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homelands. If there was justice somone would step out from a shadow say "HI!"
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I have no idea what i just wrote about but it is what rambels around in my
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head. Print it if you want, if not dont. I UNDERSTAND.
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NO COMPRIMISE IN DEFENSE OF OUR EARTH!
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BURKE
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Fun Fact: The World Bank's UPC Code is 666
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@ARTIST: Operation Ivy
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@ALBUM: contains:
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Lookout 10 Op Ivy ENERGY LP
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Lookout 3 Op Ivy HECTIC LP
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and two cuts from
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MRR 2 TURN IT AROUND Compilation
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SIDE 1
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@SONG: KNOWLEDGE
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I know that things are getting together
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When you can't get the top off from
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the bottom of the barrel,
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Wide open road of my future now...
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It's looking fucking narrow.
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All I know is that I don't know nothing.
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We get told to decide.
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Just like as if I'm not going to change my
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mind.
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All I know is that I don't know nothing.
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Whatcha gonna do with yourself,
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Boy better make up your mind...
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Whatcha gonna do with yourself boy,
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You're running out of time.
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This time I got it all figured out:
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All I know is that I don't know nothing...
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And that's fine.
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@SONG: SOUND SYSTEM
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(Chorus)
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Sound System gonna bring me back up
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One thing that I can depend on.
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Try to describe it as a limit of my ability;
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It's there for a second
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Then it's given up what it used to be.
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Contained in music somehow more than just sound,
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This inspiration coming and twisting things around
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Because you always know that it's gonna have to go.
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You always know that you'll be back in the cold.
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Point of departure sublimated in a song
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It's always coming to give me that hope
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for just a second then it's gone but!
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(Chorus)
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Static pulse inside of music bringing us escape.
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It's always temporary, changing nothing in it's wake...
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Just a second where we're leaving all this shit behind.
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Just a second but it's leaving just this much in mind:
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To resist despair, the second makes you see...
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To resist despair, because you can't change everything...
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To resist despair, in this world is what it is to be free.
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(Chorus)
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Wake up turn my box on,
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Bust the shade, let the sun in.
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Times getting tougher 'bout time to start runnin'
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Box in my hand music by my side,
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Skankin' to the rhythm of the music by my side.
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@SONG: JADED
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Something breaks inside of you
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With the spectacle of all the shows
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With fifteen fights and your six bucks
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Has gone up some promoters nose.
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Jaded eyes see clearly, but only half of what's there
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Good old days are left behind, what's left is boredom and despair.
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But sometimes every once in a while...
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It's beautiful, I would say, I wouldn't have it any other way,
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If I said different, it would be a lie.
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What was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect,
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But are you just upset because your own social clique has left
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Leave when you want, because I know that someday I will too
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But I won't burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool!
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@SONG: TAKE WARNING
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Stand by your friends, wrong or right
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Can't call that justice when it's just a stupid excuse to fight.
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Single out and attack the ones who got no defense.
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You call that a new way of thinking, I call it regression to ignorance.
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Take warning
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There's a new generation coming
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And we really got to stand up to them.
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Nobody's got a thing against you
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Unless you've got something to prove.
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We don't need no set of standards,
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We don't need no new set of rules.
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Heard all that shit before
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About stomping out any difference.
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We say stand together!
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(Not to fight just to exist)
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Take warning
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Intimidation coming
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And we really gotta say no to them.
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Enough is enough is enough!
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We don't you just ease up!
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I saw another beat down last night, take warning,
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Who's the next to hit the ground tonight?
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take warning.
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@SONG: THE CROWD
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Wrenched into the world, deanesthetized,
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Blurry images fight their way through halway opened eyes
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Awakened by alarm, fifteen minutes of hygiene
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Twenty minutes of eating, thirty seconds to the door.
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I looked outside, I looked into the eyes
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Of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before
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Feeling under covers like books on a shelf,
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If we're scared of one another,
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Must be scared of ourself,
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More than just another crowd, we need a gathering instead.
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Drink drink in the badland, liquid bread for the poor
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Another member of the crowd goes down to drown at the liquor store
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Choose your escape in the heartland
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Of products and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm
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You gotta get away any way that you can.
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(Chorus)
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@SONG: BOMBSHELL (Lyrics by Jesse and Lint)
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Down in south Oakland
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Off East 14th it's raining.
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Six A.M. on sunday and the bums are praying
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Met her at a party we were drunk, now we're sober
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She said it's cold got long walk home come over
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She's a bombshell
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I've retraced my steps a thousand times,
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Seems like I've spent hours asking all my friends about her.
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Been six months but I'll never be the same:
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Nobody remembers her name
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She's a bombshell
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(Chorus)
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@SONG: UNITY
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There's a war goin' down between my brothers tonight,
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I don't want no war goin' down tonight.
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Civilization? Ha! I call it as I see it.
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I call it bullshit! You know, I still cannot believe it
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Our evolution now has gone the way of hate
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A world evolved resolved into its stupid fate.
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Stop this war!
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All so different yeah, I say we're all the same
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All caught, you know, in the division game.
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Self destruction fast impending like a bullet.
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No one can stop it, once it's fired, no one can control it.
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Stop this war!
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A final word, wait it's not a call to action
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We ain't no sect, we ain't no fucking faction.
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Unity, Unity, you've heard it all before,
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This time it's not exclusive we want to stop a war.
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Unity as one, stand together,
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Unity, evolution's gonna come!
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@SONG: VULNERABILITY
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I saw this guy go down
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Wasn't time for fear
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Before his body hit the ground.
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(Chorus)
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Our vulnerability is all our insensitivity.
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Car that hit him pulled to a stop.
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Driver hid the bottles.
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He anticipated cops.
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(Chorus)
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Crowd assembled to take a look at death.
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Shattered skull fragile body
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Blacktop running red.
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(Chorus)
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People looked bored
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Like expecting more
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People looked bored like expecting more.
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(Chorus)
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And sympathy is only friendship's whore, you know,
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And maybe we don't know who we are anymore.
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Another spectacle, and it's respectable
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To take it lightly like another TV show.
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So desensitized, so dehumanized
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Why stop and think when you can find someplace to go.
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We're drowning...
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(Chorus)
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And it's gonna be the death of us just you wait and see
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@SONG: BANKSHOT
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(Instrumental)
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@SONG: ONE OF THESE DAYS
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(Traditional)
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@SONG: GONNA FIND YOU
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Well I saw this kid get beaten because he was out of luck
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In the lottery of acceptance in the school of growing up.
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Saw a bunch of convincts doing time inside a cage,
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Got locked in factories within the school paid wage.
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(Chorus)
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Saw this boy so strung out that his body sweats and shakes
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From his field education in the school of cheap escape.
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Got told the school of human thinking teaches only truth
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and one of its educations is gonna find you
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(Chorus)
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Saw a civilization where grabbing onto wealth
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was the only guarantee of freedom peace and health.
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Dollar sign value system upheld as the truth,
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and if you can't find a place it's gonna find you.
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Saw the paranoid response to all of the examples
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of the ones that don't fit in this way of living getting trampled.
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Success is obedience to a structured way of life,
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you can't ignore the structure because we're all within its sight!
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@SONG: BAD TOWN (Lyrics written & sung by Lint)
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They call it a scene, I call it disaster
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Down here the kids grow up faster
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Scared, they're scared to the bone
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Like a pack of wolves they don't run alone
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One on one they won't look you in the eye
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But when the pack's together there's battle cry
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I saw it 15 on one
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When the crowd dispersed the kid was done.
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(Chorus)
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No (no more)
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Bad (bad town)
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No more bad town.
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Yeah, down there you gotta have a label
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Just like cattle in a stable
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Knee jerk reaction, I call it violence
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Why speak out when you could be silenced
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Down there out on the dance floor
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Too much violence, I don't want more
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Down there, out on the street
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I can see the air, I can see the heat.
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(Chorus, etc...)
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@SONG: SMILING
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At the party, at the bus stop, at the bar
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You're lookin' at women because your score is under par
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When you find her, it dosen't mean anything.
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You wonder why your life is so boring.
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A mind is a terrible thing to waste
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You would gladly waste it just to save face.
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Her desire is your wish, without it you are lost
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Integrity is fragile but you ignored the cost.
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Smiling when your friends are watching you.
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One night stand, car keys in hand,
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You've fulfilled your gender's sexual demand.
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Are you feeling insecure and empty,
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When you're rushing to report it to your peers!?!?
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@SONG: CAUTION
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Caution is a word that I can't understand
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C-A-U-T-I-O-N was a word I could not
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understand.
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Walked the dog with a real short leash,
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turned around saw the dog walk me.
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Stainless steel and painted glass give me
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pulse like a hammer and mind to match.
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No relief, no food, no sleep,
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when you're king for a day
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you're whore for a week.
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(Chorus, repeat verse, chorus)
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I didn't get it then
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I think I got it now
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Caution my friend
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Don't step in the water 'till you know you can swim.
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SIDE 2
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@SONG: FREEZE UP
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Empty factories to the east and all our waste,
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The shape of things that came shows on the broken worker's face.
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To the west you'll find our silicon promised land where machines
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relace our minds for systematic profit plans.
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The course of human progress staggers like a drunk-
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Its steps are quick and heavy and its mind is slow and blunt.
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I look for optimism but I just don't know.
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Its seeds are planned in a poison place where nothing grows.
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It's 1989 stand up and take a look around
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Weather's bitter tension it seems is sinking down.
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Drunk with power and fighting one another every hour
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Shows the winter getting harder.
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There's a freeze up coming.
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One nation stands the tallest radiating blinding light,
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Plastic and flourescent energy robbing us of sight-
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Set in our way, content with our decay,
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We wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and invade-
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Ever ask yourself where's my place in this hell?
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But no one's there to tell you 'cause they don't know themselves
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The well rehearsed lines from our elated politicians
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No longer offer solace, we can see the self destruction
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(Chorus)
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Just one political song to drop into the list this is years and years long!
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@SONG: ARTIFICIAL LIFE
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He's got a song about some love that's gone away.
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Sometimes his eyes shed tiny teardrops when he plays.
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His touching ballads are just sitting there to buy.
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They call it music, but it seems more like a lie.
|
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Artificial life in the market place.
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Epic ballads by the musical whores.
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Life is boring so project theirs on to yours.
|
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Hear the anthems of the Pepsi Generation.
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See the martyrs of our spiritual degradation.
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Artificial life in the market place.
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American culture disneyland freakshow,
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Screen in your living room,
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A window for your tomb.
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If you can't compare the world sitting there
|
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Repress your insecurities, watch and escape.
|
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Give me artificial, give me superficial,
|
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Give me a commercial life that can't be bought.
|
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This I say to you, what I say is true:
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Emotions aren't a product to sell and cannot be consumed.
|
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Coming attraction, it's coming real soon,
|
|
Prince is having brunch with Pat Boone.
|
|
Want to know where all the bullshit goes,
|
|
it goes down the sewer to be disposed.
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@SONG: ROOM WITHOUT A WINDOW
|
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The position being taken is not to be mistaken
|
|
For attempted education or righteous accusation.
|
|
Only a desription, just an observation of the pitiful condition of our
|
|
degeneration.
|
|
Walls made of opinions, through which we speak and never listen.
|
|
Ceiling made of pride, vicious and self satisfied.
|
|
Door that's made of rage, hard and slowly aged.
|
|
Always closing tighter with every war that's waged.
|
|
Room without a window can't see out...
|
|
Floor is made of lives, we'd gladly end to stay inside.
|
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Corner's made of borders, borders made of law and order,
|
|
Painted with the words of politicians and religion,
|
|
Plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division.
|
|
Room without a window...
|
|
(Toast break)
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@SONG: BIG CITY
|
|
Concrete and chaos rise up
|
|
Spiderweb across the land
|
|
Like a giant rash.
|
|
Forests lie down below
|
|
Foundations of buildings in a bed of ash.
|
|
Some people here got it real good,
|
|
'cuz the glass towers bring prosperity.
|
|
Other people starve in the street
|
|
Because concrete knows no sympathy.
|
|
Big city, it's a wishing well.
|
|
Big city, it's a living hell.
|
|
This town, it's fucking insane:
|
|
How one will starve and another will gain.
|
|
Like a giant mechanical brain,
|
|
and the people are cells and the streets are sits there stark, gray and cold.
|
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(Chorus)
|
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And I think I wanna be a brick layer.
|
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So I can put another brick in the wall.
|
|
it's sanitary, rational, happy and sane.
|
|
Growing like a flower to surround us all.
|
|
(Chorus)
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@SONG: MISSIONARY
|
|
I start it, I end it, I kill and words will defend it.
|
|
Got big plans, blood stained hands
|
|
Wanna see my name on the map.
|
|
On my way to save the world.
|
|
Got a brand new set of words, the going rate is cheap,
|
|
Unconditional devotion, unquestioning belief.
|
|
Words carved in stone, chiseled in with sharpened bones
|
|
Of the ones who thought my righteousness was something to oppose.
|
|
Can you see the flag? Rising up beyond the smoke
|
|
Of dying authors burning books, there was a problem with what they wrote.
|
|
The flag is hard to read because all flags start to look the same
|
|
when covered with the blood of the faithless and insane.
|
|
Man of many names, but the motives stay the same...
|
|
My actions are a means to an end
|
|
My actions are a means to...
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@SONG: JUNKIES RUNNING DRY
|
|
I always looked up to the ones who walked away
|
|
Choosing themselves over preset ways
|
|
Of looking at a future that had no room for the questions they lived for
|
|
Always knew I never could have walked away myself
|
|
My self worth was beyond any help
|
|
And I didn't care to test it against the rejection I had seen before
|
|
But those I loved so much, they got caught in the game.
|
|
Like junkies running dry, the vulnerability,
|
|
They're always there on time
|
|
We're never satisfied like junkies running dry.
|
|
This wonderful generosity
|
|
A third of our lives to do what we please
|
|
Dosen't look that great to me, in fact it dosen't even look fair.
|
|
They call it youthful idealism
|
|
And even I would have to agree with them
|
|
Except some of us grow up and it's still there.
|
|
(Chorus)
|
|
I grow up too slow, I don't wanna go...
|
|
But now I'm workin' just like everyone else,
|
|
But I'll get outta here
|
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|
|
@SONG: HERE WE GO AGAIN
|
|
It's not the ending, it's the beginning
|
|
The ground is moist and it rained last night.
|
|
Smells like smoke, and it smells so clean
|
|
The sun is shining down like a friendly white light
|
|
Here we go again
|
|
Analyzed the world I was born into, but I never could understand
|
|
Knew I never wanted to grow up if that menat being a "man"
|
|
Dominating strict competition is the meaning of our lives
|
|
Stomping on the weak keeps up the winner of the battle in our minds
|
|
Tentions in our lives that are destroying our minds
|
|
Unite themselves together to make our conciousness blind
|
|
Condition to self interest with emotions locked away
|
|
If that's what they call normal, I'd rather be insane
|
|
Relax yourself from giving what you want to do with your life
|
|
Ease up from giving up things like control of your own mind
|
|
If you never ask any questions then you're never gonna get no answer
|
|
Always be wondering what do you want
|
|
While you keep getting older faster...
|
|
Here we go again
|
|
Another test of manhood, just when you thought you'd won
|
|
The more we keep competing the more the battle has just begun
|
|
|
|
@SONG: HOBOKEN
|
|
I'm in this prison you built for you
|
|
In a situation I don't know what to do
|
|
Can't make a connection, get a reaction
|
|
There's this wall and I can't get through
|
|
You're dying of some guilt without no words
|
|
What did I say what did I do
|
|
(Chorus)
|
|
Youth hostels I lodged
|
|
Kept seeing you as a mirage
|
|
Flashes of you were everywhere
|
|
Hoboken New Jersey
|
|
I'm in this prison you built for you
|
|
In this situation I don't know what to do
|
|
Always something makes me think
|
|
Things don't have to be so wrong
|
|
You put up walls with nothing spoken
|
|
In your weakness you're so strong
|
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@SONG: YELL IT IN MY EAR
|
|
Never had a reason for the attack
|
|
It's impulsive and insane
|
|
When I wanna talk some sense to you
|
|
It's like spitting back at rain
|
|
I've come to know that when I first saw you
|
|
I should have ran away
|
|
I've kicked myself a thousand times
|
|
And now it's too late
|
|
Yelling in my ear
|
|
You try to control me
|
|
You look but you don't see
|
|
Yell it in my ear
|
|
You got a big mouth
|
|
Are you ever gonna get a clue
|
|
You're loud, obnoxious, when you're gone I still hear you
|
|
Always spewing shit with your irritating voice
|
|
I don't wanna listen but I got no choice
|
|
Quit acting like your nuts, just shut the hell up
|
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@SONG: SLEEP LONG
|
|
One day I saw a man asleep
|
|
In a doorway on the street
|
|
Subconcious death was his coercion
|
|
Buy and consume and want and need
|
|
Never fall from the trap of greed
|
|
I thought about the bitter pain of jail cells
|
|
In falling rain I thought ahead and looked away
|
|
What can you do anyway and sheltered youth and our pretention
|
|
Avert our eyes to divert attention
|
|
Only to see the human
|
|
Victims always there to remind us
|
|
Sleep long sleep well
|
|
Only to awake in hell
|
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@SONG: HEALTHY BODY SICK MIND
|
|
Expensive vitamin pills and wheat germ on your window sill
|
|
Your schedule's hectic and you got no time to kill
|
|
You're earning money and spending it the right way
|
|
You're just in such a rush you don't know if it's night or day
|
|
5:30 get up and run run run
|
|
Then you work 8 hours slaving under the gun
|
|
Your little world's based on lies lies lies
|
|
Always rushing but you're never ever satisfied
|
|
Healthy body sick mind
|
|
You're working over time
|
|
Healthy body sick mind
|
|
Too hectic, too hectic
|
|
Healthy body sick mind
|
|
It's just a matter of time
|
|
Sick body, sick mind
|
|
The money you spend on running shoes could feed men for a week
|
|
Your plans are laid so well you can't even sleep
|
|
Pursuit of happiness got your life locked under martial law
|
|
You got everything to lose so your paranoid about some fatal flaw
|
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@SONG: OFFICER
|
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Why do you have to force yourself with power and control
|
|
Why do you have to live your life playing up a role
|
|
Intimidating people with your wall of sight and sound
|
|
You and your kind destroy our underground
|
|
All the happiness you destroy
|
|
All the brutal tactics that you always employ
|
|
All the fucking bullshit when will it ever stop
|
|
The comparison is obvious: You're just a fucking cop
|
|
Officer - you act like an animal you're out of control
|
|
Officer - what the hell is wrong with you?
|
|
Wear a tie if you want to wear a uniform
|
|
Join the army if you want to conform
|
|
Tough guy asshole do what you can
|
|
Whatever you destroy will create it again
|
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@SONG: I GOT NO
|
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When you're dying - giving up hope
|
|
Living for smoking dope
|
|
Singin' that same old song
|
|
Yeah yeah yeah it's always the same
|
|
I got no - nothing in mind
|
|
I was trying a new adventure
|
|
Buyin' that old peer pressure
|
|
Wasting my mind away but I saved it just in time
|
|
No reason I was going mad
|
|
I was hating my mom and dad
|
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Riding a sinking ship
|
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Thank god I never did slip
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Time wasted by JWLKQLA@oak.grove.iup.edu
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The End. I edited this zine in a nutshell, so I'm sorry for the fact (I admit)
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the editing is not up to par. In fact, if you could follow any of the articles
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in here without stumbling into confusion, I congragulate you. If you want to
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write for us, e-mail Sed at sedative@escape.com or give our BBS a call:
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