1. |
State of Affairs
03:02
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Kill cops, smoke weed,
Work mines, take speed,
Office, Xanax,
No thought Process!
Inebriated expulsions mumbled incoherently,
a sedentary lifestyle leading to apathy,
it's a new age epidemic of growing concern,
everyone's too fucking high to even learn that
Cops kill for the thrill,
everyone's out popping pills,
governments lie, let people die,
everyone's out getting high
Being mislead, better off dead,
can't believe the lie's they're being fed,
cannot repeat a word I said,
these mother fuckers are brain dead,
It's a sickly state of affairs,
all doing what the dealer says,
all doing what t.v. says,
an answer to the state held prayers
Kill cops, smoke weed,
Work mines, take speed,
Office, Xanax,
No thought process
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2. |
The Walking Dead
02:40
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I don't wanna get out of bed today,
I don't want to face the world anyway,
Everyone's so full of shit, fucking liars, hypocrites,
They make me wanna take their lives away,
Cause all they do is lie to me, fraternize with the enemy,
Thy name is Jesus Christ, crucified on t.v.,
And while we're on the subject, don't be afraid to object,
Think I could get some cash to buy a pack of cigarettes?
Hey!
I'm drawing a line in the sand with the common man,
I'm not gonna get pushed around anymore,
You can take your fucking laws and shove them up your own ass,
I'm not living in a world ruled by class,
Cause all it does is bury me, put me in the cemetery,
I'm not gonna die, like a fucking dog,
And when it comes time to leave, maybe then people will see,
There's no point living in this society!
I am the walking dead,
Bound by reincarnation to my own head,
I am the walking dead,
I am the walking dead,
Beyond the mortal coil being lead,
I am the walking dead...
I am the enemy!
Well everyone don't you know,
God is dead you're on your own,
Burn down the churches and everyone go home,
Cause in this land of sacrifice,
Look around and don't think twice,
I am the reincarnation of Jesus Christ!
I am the walking dead,
Bound reincarnation to my own head,
I am the walking dead,
I am the walking dead,
Beyond the mortal coil being lead,
I am the walking dead!
I am the enemy.
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3. |
The Daily Grind
02:20
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Dressed to the nines he's on his way to the top,
watch how you act son or he'll tell the cops,
Black suit, white shirt another piece on the board,
he's slumming with the rabble and horde
Just another rich boy slumming with us,
Just another rich boy lying to us,
Just another rich boy stealing from us,
Just another rich boy killing us
Go home
He's go big money he'll bleed you dry,
libertarian liberator, what a fucking lie,
He's high on his wealth, high on drugs, high on power,
a minute of his time is bought by the hour
Just another rich boy slumming with us,
Just another rich boy lying to us,
Just another rich boy,
Just another rich boy
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4. |
Just another Rich Boy
02:18
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Another week another situation,
No need for real justification,
Another year another great divide,
I should have realised unity was a lie
It goes on and on,
Just another melancholy song
Justified, Just Divide,
Living in a two faced mind
I guess you'll always lie,
I guess I'll starve tonight
Another economic decision,
executed with clinical precision,
Don't mind us we're getting by fine,
living without a dime
But how do you sleep at night?
Justified, Just Divide,
Living in a two faced mind
I guess you'll always lie,
I guess I'll starve tonight
Justified, Just Divide,
Living in a two faced mind
I guess you'll always lie,
I guess I'll starve tonight
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5. |
Severance Pay
03:22
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March me down the corridor, I can't believe I'm a corporate whore,
I never saw myself here, not once in my life,
So I'm gonna stalk through this office with a loaded .45,
I'll shoot them till' they're dead, dead as night.
So wheres my judgement day,
Give me my severance pay,
Let me waste my life away.
When they come for me I'll tell them I was doing my job,
please don't fire me, please don't fire me,
I swear this is all I've got,
Oh dear Jesus help me please, I'm on my knees,
at least pay me out so I can pay my bills and fees
So wheres my judgement day,
Give me my severance pay,
Let me waste my life away
Hey, Hey!
So wheres my judgement day,
Give me my severance pay,
Let me waste my life away
So wheres my judgement day,
Give me my severance pay,
Let me waste my life away
I don't know what I did.
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