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Wal-Mart Shopper
02:16
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Just your average day
Going through their daily hell
Someone's going to make it slay
Remember not to tell
He's going through aisle 9
Seeing something that he doesn't like
Only thing to do is make them die
With their hopeless might
Shooting them up over and over
Covering them with their blood
Making them stand there they're going for cover
Oh there's going to be a flood
Arriving on the scene late
They tend the critical ones
Only a matter of time turns into a trait
Now there's something o talk about other than funds
The media forbids a man
Witnessing the crumbling end of a race
Everyone hating this society's fan
Now the killing has a face
Sides say that he's the hate
Others justify his actions
No matter how we control everyone's fate
It's just divided us into factions
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2. |
M.E.N.
01:35
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Two sides! One view
But no one agrees with you
They Shake their heads when you take a stance
But they encourage you to take a stand
They encourage total control
They feed off of a hive mind of their own
When you encourage gun control they take your side
But when you stray from the path they won't let it slide
You have such passionate views on gays and blacks
But your movements are too relaxed
But I'm so glad we're not segregated and you can't see color
Even if your side fucked us like no other
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3. |
Landlord
01:54
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Tyrannical leader
Pay your worth in blood and sweat
Feed off of their desperation
Do anything to make terms met
Heartless corruption
Sell your soul to afford a cell
Pit them against their neighbors
Make them appreciate hell
Soulless warden
Bleed everyday to gain more pity
Bandage yourself with discarded checks
Ownership is only granted monthly
Let me pay my rent!
Let me pat my rent!
Let me pay my rent!
Let me pay my rent!
Pay my rent!
Pay my rent!
Pay my rent!
Pay my rent!
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4. |
Slave
01:54
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Workers incompetent compensation
Never rioting when numbers are high
Citing impeccable morals
overworked until you've died
Readying routines for consumption
Giving service with a smile
Slaving away for minimal dollars
Dragged through the mud for miles and miles
Overpaid overseers directing production
Steering the broken wheel
Taking your soulless body away
For check your fate is sealed
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5. |
Bomb the Children
01:44
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Go on! Bomb the children
The media hides hat we kill them
They're more damaged than the buildings
War! War! War! War!
Bomb the children! Bomb the children! Bomb the Children!
We gain their trust with our charm
Then we shoot them in the arm
But we promised them no harm
War! War! War! War!
Bomb the children! Bomb the children! Bomb the Children!
We call war on the kids
Then we bomb them over stupid shit
We hit Cambodia! Oh God we missed
War! War! War! War!
Peace! War! Peace! War! Peace! War! Peace! War!
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6. |
White Sheets
02:39
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Wasted youth, wasted potential
Your hood gives you credentials
It's so easy to kill minorities
If you're the only majority
Burn the white sheets! Burn the white sheets! Burn the white sheets! Burn the fucking white sheets!
Look at everything that we've made
You're uncomfortable but have us enslaved
Burn us down with countless fires
But we're the first ones that you'll hire
Burn the white sheets! Burn the white sheets! Burn the white sheets! Burn the fucking white sheets!
Burn the sheets as reparations
Let's clean out the entire nation
Show them they were never good
Dirty up their glistening hoods
Burn the white sheets! Burn the white sheets! Burn the white sheets! Burn the fucking white sheets!
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7. |
Fallen Society
02:26
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Our resolve has been tampered with
We never thought that we could fall
Our nation would always stand tall
Why does tragedy unite us all
Our views have been corrupted
At a loss for words what do we say
Two sides wage war, yet citizens pay
Our lives were ruined on that fateful day
Our freedom compromised
From that day brown people were stereotyped
Islamic-Americans were under a narrowed eye
The day unity fell and died
Our prejudice justified
We believed it's safe to hate our neighbors
Our passionate hate, a national labor
The event that took away our safety and saviors
We suffered in September! We suffered in September!
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8. |
General Bozo
02:37
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Are you being placed in the war zone
You don't want to get General Bozo
He is already ready to laugh
Even if you been shot in the ass
He comes to conquer your land! He dusts his boots and shakes your hand!
There are warships and they own the sea! He has you bow down to me!
He grabs a corpse and honks its's nose
You don't want to fuck with General Bozo
Look at his big, red shoes
The color is the blood from you
He comes to conquer your land! He dusts his boots and shakes your hand!
There are warships and they own the sea! He has you bow down to me!
He has a water gun and shoots up the town
War brings smiles, never frowns
He fires his big, black gun
He laughs at the blood and the fun
He comes to conquer your land! He dusts his boots and shakes your hand!
There are warships and they own the sea! He has you bow down to me!
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9. |
Grey Matter
03:02
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Pseudo intellectuals run rampant
Attacking those who don't obey
Protected by those who buy their swill
Like demented cultists, they aim to kill
How can they attack their fellow man
Aiming to destroy what they built
Protect yourself from a gun to the head
Even though you're already dead
Inspire anarchy and hate
By showing them how much you've processed
Inspire yourself to keep falling down
Start it all over after you skip town
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10. |
My God is Laughing
02:22
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He sees our sins and shakes his head
Wishing for the day that we're all dead
Why did his son carry our fate
Didn't he have enough on his plate
Now do you know why we have to die
Because our absolution was lie
My God is faithful and loving
That's why he laughs at your suffering
Didn't you know you were the punchline
That's why you hear laughter at the end of your life
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