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Gas Powered Guillotine

by Leche

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We’re rolling up Windsor road with Tarrytown in our eye A procession of us common folk to see the rich man fucking die Bringing the block to the eighteenth green of the Lion’s Golf Course From eighth on up to thirty-fifth, we’re dragging them out with force We got a thousand plastic gallon jugs filled up with gasoline To dump into the powerhouse of our twenty foot guillotine The people hold the gavel up as the capitalists beg for grace A sickle across their foreheads and blood runs down their face CEOs don’t they know? Their fortune’s lost its glow No longer winners in life Condemned to our knife Wicker baskets filled with heads stacked up in our truck beds This caravan is hitting the road to flood these streets with red Politicians sat on hands while our suffering grew and grew The working man never got shit from the old red, white and blue With the veil pulled back we clearly see what this country’s meant to be A place for the rich to have their fun while we serve on bended knee But when this tour is running full force and the crowns are tossed away The currency will be their heads for the debt they’ll have to pay CEOs don’t they know? Their fortune’s lost its glow No longer winners in life Condemned to our knife Cops didn’t shoot a woman in distress outside my door last night because there were no pigs. I didn’t pay my rent last month because there were no lords. There were no empty shelves in the market last week because there was no market. We took the people’s razor to 26th and Fifth Avenue. We dragged out the real winners, and thrusted their throats to the chopping block. We brought the people’s razor to Capitol Hill. We dragged out all the fucks who say they work for us, and we made them die for us. CEOs don’t they know? Their fortune’s lost its glow No longer winners in life
Dosed By Dad 02:04
Ride on up to the penthouse, son Family’s there and they’re having fun New Year’s Eve and dad has a plan It sprouted in them Cali sands Met a boss of a tech start-up Threw him cash when he drank the cup Struck with awe at the young man’s wit Listened to him speak of enlightenment “The things you miss while making money Say spiritual shit like LSD” Young boss yelled “life’s a quest And the only way to know you’re blessed Is to know thyself and not thy wealth” So now that your dad knows mental health He’s turned to you to spread the light And dosed your gin when it hit midnight You always wished that he was rad But then your ass got dosed by dad So you spilled the wine that aged ten years Cause you’re tripping balls and you’re shedding tears
The white ring is yanked towards the magnet school Public district’s priceless jewel Driving their kids passed the railroad tracks Out to the school where the first floor’s black Telling their kids it’s not cause they’re white Lying and saying that they’re fucking wise The white boy aced the white man’s test Jams Steely Dan, so he’s better than the rest Rush him through the door, shove him up the stairs Top floor school’s for the corporate heirs First floor kids work the late night shift Can’t stay awake through their teacher’s shit Rubbing their eyes, wondering if they’re sane All they can see is that dish pit drain But the top floor son won’t work with his hands Top floor son is an idea’s man Drafting up plans for an ad campaign Doesn’t even know of the coming pain Pleb students climb up the first floor stairs Indie students learn how life ain’t fair
I’ve got jordan’s too y’know Played varsity hoops y’know Watch NBA all day y’know Ate brunch with Stephen A Smith y’know So why can’t you guys just admit That my jumpshot is straight legit
Down at the country club Lawmakers get the snub The bourgeoisie Tell them how to be Don’t need no voting booth The dollar is the gospel truth They cut the deals At six course meals This ain’t no democracy Fools cast their votes for free Values are just baggage Premium suffrage Tell the cops to sweep the famished The chief’s their little fascist In a Hemsworth suit It pays to lick the boot Don’t want to pay no income tax They need that money to relax They keep the crown Or the markets drown This ain’t no democracy Fools cast their votes for free Values are just baggage Premium suffrage
Ten inch steel pipe Threaded ends, both sides Drill a hole in the middle Drop in A firecracker Pull through and epoxy it Screw caps on both ends Wipe it down With rubbing alcohol Head straight To a condo They’re kicking in my door They’re ripping up my floors They’re fucking all my rights As they cuff me in the night Shouldn’t have shot my mouth From 04 to Casino South About all the shit I’ve cooked To payback all them crooks I swear it was a joke Ribbing on them rich folks I never bought the ammo Just pissed about El Gallo But now they’re asking questions And pulling up instructions Some screeds of Anarchy From my browser history Stuff my head into a sack And feel my fingers crack Kick my head in; smack my nut sack; shoot me with drugs; lift up my hood and kiss me with pepper spray; slam my head on concrete; wrap my arms with barbed wire; burn my nips with cigarette tips; only asking questions; only asking questions Now we sail the sea To the joint that few yanks see I thought that we were through Of convictions based on views Sacco and Vanzetti Goldman and the Wobblies I guess I don’t know nothing Cause they locked up Eric King He spray painted some walls So they made him take the fall For an attempted fire bomb They all just went along And we all just go along So we all can get along



released February 16, 2023



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