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All that I want at this juncture in life
Is to breathe without having to pay $3.25
Working full-time, is it too much to ask
That I don't have to get all my food from the trash?
Heart full of pain and my shoes full of holes
I'm sick of your rules and your modes of control
No health insurance if I'm unemployed
No time to create, so it's time to destroy
Your sales pitch isn't gonna work so well
'Cause I ain't buyin' the shit you wanna sell
I knew no good would come from doing shit your way
But it's worse than I thought
Yeah, it's worse than I thought
No connections, all my money's gone,
Sellin' butthole pics just to keep the power on
This can't be the best that it's gonna get
And we can't let it get worse
Sick of your system
Made me a victim
Taking the world back
You won't make me crack
Egg hunt for egg punks
That's how this shit goes
Egg hunt for egg punks
It's all I know
You fucked this world up
You fuck
I hate you
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The farther I go in life, the more it seems
I drift away from anything resembling dreams
Coming apart further at the seams
To fit nicely into a corporate scheme
Constant production, zero connection
Complete isolation, you're standing alone
No room in budget for human imperfection
The life of the company's worth more than your own
Your life's one purpose, to maximize profits
The fruit of your labor you never will see
You'll be conditioned and perfectly streamlined
To meet bottom line
We'll cut all your edges off
The farther we go in life the more it seems
We drift away from anything resembling dreams
Capitalist society's resounding theme
No room for humans, just machines
Planned obsolescence, endless pollution
Save for a future that doesn't exist
You'll work and you'll slave and at day's end you'll thank us
For scraps that we give you, on which you subsist
You'll be the picture of a model employee
Complacent and placid and under control
We'll wrap you in plastic, assign you a number
And price you up to sell
We'll cut all your edges off
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(Nah, we're not doin' the whole song.
We're doin' the WHOLE ALBUM!!!)
Struggling country,
Police state cry,
Break the stronghold,
You've gotta try to be free,
Action now, the struggle's on,
No police brutality
Smash it from within
Keep hoping some are free
Speak out against your oppressor
Revolutionary
Smash fascism, keep hoping some are free
Fight back, crack government strategy
Self determination, build solidarity
(None of the lyric sites have what this line is so I just shout gibberish, I think Poison Idea would've wanted it that way)
Illegally torment, repressive ordinances
Action now, the struggle's on,
No police brutality
Smash it from within
Keep hoping some are free
Speak out against your oppressor
Revolutionary
Smash fascism, keep hoping some are free
It's an action
You can't change the world,
But you can change yourself,
You decide who will be free.
(Listen to these assholes jerkin' off to this Poison Idea cover.
Buncha clowns...)
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i opened up the fridge for another beer
i could have sworn there were plenty more here
i found some cans but they're all empty
oh it just doesn't make much sense to me
who drank all the beer?
who drank all the beer?
who drank all the beer?
who drank all the beer?
i'm the only one that's here
i walked on down to the corner store
the manager stopped me at the door
he said you bought em all yeah we're clean sold out
and then he started to scream and shout
who drank all the beer?
who drank all the beer?
who drank all the beer?
who drank all the beer?
i went to the bottle shop i went to the bar
i searched the whole town both near and far
i hitched a ride to the brewery
and this is what they said to me
who drank all the beer?
who drank all the beer?
who drank all the beer?
who drank all the beer?
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dude i heard that bands get free beer when they play
what are you serious
yeah! we should start a band! we can get free beer!
yeah let's do it!
hello everybody the grodies are here
we know we sound shitty, but bands get free beer
so bring a pitcher and clear the stage
plug your ears and run away
i can't sing the band can't play
but we don't care we got no shame
we only want to drink free beer
so top it off and bring it here
brody and the grodies forever!
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woke up this mornin and i couldn't move
you put the hex on me
there wasn't nothin that i could do
you put the hex on me
you put the hex
what can i do now
you put the hex
i think we're thru now
you put the hex
you put the hex on me
i got a buzzin goin thru my head
you put the hex on me
all my records warped and my dog is dead
you put the hex on me
you put the hex
what can i do now
you put the hex
i think we're thru now
you put the hex
you put the hex on me
well i can't eat and i can't sleep
all the girls think i'm a creep
i don't want you comin round
all this stuff's been goin down
you put the hex
what can i do now
you put the hex
i think we're thru now
you put the hex
you put the hex on me
you put the hex
what can i do now
you put the hex
i think we're thru now
you put the hex
you put the hex on me
you put the hex
you put the hex
you put the hex
on me
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