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Gas Powered Guillotine
04:00
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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
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Dosed By Dad
02:04
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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
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Indie v Pleb Students
02:10
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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
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Silicon Valley Hoopsters
03:29
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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
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Premium Suffrage
01:25
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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
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Guantanamo Bait
04:39
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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
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