1. Homeo-apathy
2. Nazi White Trash
3. Atheist Anthem
4. The Good, The Bad, & The Leftover
Crack
5. Gay Rude Boys Unite
6. NC
7. Interlude
8. Stop The Insanity
9. Crack City Rockers
10. Burning In Water
11. With The Sickness
12. Born To Die
13.
Homeo-apathy
ya got yer midnight dragon, yer dope, and yer dust.
yer skin rots away and yer mind and soul rust. yer solutions all
splinter, but the pain is ok cause yer brain is all numb as yer body decays.
i feel that long black cloud, it's coming down. 9th & C.
everything i do in life slowly takes its toll. the bad decisions
that i make seem out of my control. and growing up in N.Y.C. it never
was much fun. the fumes are like a pack a day and buildings block
the sun. fuck the sun that cloud is coming down. 9th &
C. you never were much fun to me. you stab and tell me not
to bleed. you evict the youth right out of me.
Nazi White Trash
One of us will be betrayed / it's not enough for
you to say "i'm sorry" or lie about it all / yer a meglo-nymph & yer
mating call is money & religion , segregation & division your dirty
cash in the pockets of the wicked politicians lobbying for slavery in a
new and modern way repenting when yer caught, but this is what i say: yer
sick, i hate you / ya stupid motherfucker yer so fuckin' blind / ya have
no fuckin' mind yer nazi white-trash / yer words come out like shit yer
so fuckin' sick / yer such a fuckin' prick ya have that special something
/ that "sprite in you appeal" ya think that we all love you / but this
is how you make us feel yer sweaty, fuckin ignorant. A product of
conditioning eugenics, social darwinisim, an excuse for yer positioning
yer crass & evil ways are all that got you there today i hope you get
assassinated, and this is what we say one of us will be betrayed and time
kills us all so we say... we hope you die sooner
Atheist Anthem
from high up on yer crucifix you preach about my
triple six. you spit about my this and that and yank away yer welcome
mat. with a coupon Jesus Christ will save so don't you Christians
misbehave. cause santa makes the list himself and he's rotting on
the warehouse shelf. and all the boys in the straight-edge scene
are in the basement huffin' gasoline. dead. dead. dead.
dead. yer God is dead to me. and when the laws of God just
make ya pissed ya better becom an atheist. dead. dead.
dead. dead. yer God is dead to me. when the greed of
man is not appeased all will riot, sick & diseased. once again
the fallen towers the tortured death of every hour. and at the toll
of the final bell you lead the righteous down to hell. when all the
world is dead by dawn all i ask's "bring me along!" and all the boys
in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffin' gasoline.
dead. dead. dead. dead. yer God is dead to me.
and when the laws of God just make ya pissed ya better becom an atheist.
dead. dead. dead. dead. yer God is dead to me.
nuclear apox spells yer doom with the t.v. in your "living" room.
each bomb kills a million dead it melts yer skin, implodes yer head.
and now you get yer judgement day you think you'll float up, then away.
but yer guilty just like everyone you'll turn to ash when the burnings
done. and all the boys in the straight-edge scene are in the basement
huffin' gasoline. dead. dead. dead. dead.
yer God is dead to me. and when the laws of God just make ya pissed
ya better becom an atheist. dead. dead. dead. dead.
yer God is dead to me. there's a hunger within you a tapeworm deep
inside. or maybe it's just cancer the doctors can't decide.
but yer stomach keeps on growing as yer body wastes away. and yer
just getting ill & weaker every single fucking day. we are alone.
we are alone.
The Good, The Bad, & The Leftover Crack
About a gang of ghetto cowboys who ride into town
gonna rob the fuckin' bank an gonna burn it down we're gonna fuck shit
up untill we get our fill when we see the crooked law, we're gonna KILL
KILL KILL we're the good, the bad & the leftover crack so the lamb'a
god better watch his fuckin' back with a whiskey drink we'll ride into
the night we're gonna right the wrongs, a'gonna wrong the fuckin' rights
And in the morning, we'll ride into your town we're gonna sleep all day
& when the sun goes down we're gonna go to church & then we'll
burn it up and then we'll drink a fuckin' toast from a dixie cup we're
the good, the bad & the leftover crack so the lamb'a god better watch
his fuckin' back we're gonna fix the cops, we're gonna kill em dead we're
gonna' burn 'em up & then we'll go to fuckin' bed And the sweet release
of the hangman's rope may be the burning outlaws only hope ya' burn the
candle at both ends til the end of the day well it's better to burn out
then to fade the fuck away so if you wanna join us dial six six six spit
on the holy bible and the crucifix and fuckin' don't look back, cuz you
can never look back we are the bad, the ugly & the good leftover crack
Gay Rude Boys Unite
unity? ha! yer such a saint today.
you may be anti-racist, but then yer anti-gay. you may be ignorant
from a lack of education. but if it's sympathy you seek, you better
tune to another station. intolerant society rears its ugly face.
you're turning the native music into a homophobic disgrace. the gay
one, the straight one. the white, tan, yellow, and black. the
gay rude boys and girls (yeah, yeah) are gonna take the dancehall back!
they'll take it back! we'll take it back! because without respect,
there's gonna be nothing left. this double standard just won't sit
that well with me. i've come to say this and that's just the way
it has to be. y'know i'm not p.c., i'll shoot yer kid at school cause
he's gonna grow up to be a fuckin' asshole just like you. you can
celebrate yer unity til every gay is dead, but why don't you stop yer fronting
with real unity instead. and on a better dime on this shitty little
globe. we would crucify the racist and be bashin' all the homophobes.
two thousand triple zero, stand up and take a look around. this ignorant
fuckin' shit shouldn't happen in any town. so come on leave the closet.
on your way out grab a bat cause there's a battle to be fought. and
the prize is fucking phat. autonomy from ignorance, there's got to
be a better way. but the racist, sexist, homophobes and piggies gotta
pay. but right now, you gotsta get out of yer fuckin' seat and jam
down to the faggot rhythms of that crack rock steady beat.
NC
where have all the blue skies gone? and to
the east a toxic dawn. poison is the wind that blows. who inhales
it no one knows. why does so much feel like less. resigned
into death's warm caress. sickly sweet is melted skin. greed
becomes our greatest sin. putrefacation, rot, decay. we'll
shoot your kids at school today.
Interlude
Stop The Insanity
white & blue & bloody red / stars and stripes
for the mis-lead convenince stores with neon lights where burger kings
rule tainted nights let's stop the insanity / let's end humanity kill all
earth's residents / let's start with the presidents this sick atrophic
stolen land / means nothing more than modern man's greed & hate &
racisim / and what we have is a fucked up system let's stop the insanity
/ let's end humanity mediocre generica / let's start with america let's
kill the cops, the C.I.A the F.B.I , the P.T.A the N.F.L, the P.M.R.C let's
kill you and let's kill me
Crack City Rockers
no panhandling they say it isnt a job oh but i
disagree ya ignorant slob but there may come a day, when yer found down
& out and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt ya might be a
skinhead ya might be a punk just give us a quarter so we can get drunk
thank you for shopping and please come again you suffer to know, try even
harder to see making sense of yer life in a fucked reality from decatur
st. up to avenue A from El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay
ya turned a spangin' job into a life long career for a tin A' tabacco and
a fourty of beer now yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin'
out? yer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish & yer
askin real nice for them to letcha go so they ask if they were shot in
the street would ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no after all of
the times that ya barely scraped by with the lice in yer hair and the gleam
in yer eye now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?
with the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin' in the tenderloin
gutter we were crack city rockin' yeah when we were alive we were wicked
and young with the good times we had and the songs we sung now it's sad
that you died and i wish you would stay but i sold all my stamps at the
end of the day and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin'
out? i got assualted by officer friendly on the 4th of july stick
a needle in my eye i said "i didn't do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"
he said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his baton out spitting bile and
blood as they left me for dead my thoughts leaked out through a fissure
in my head and the last one left is: is my bad luck running out?
Burning In Water
cough syrup helps you relate to the dead.
drink it down and swell up the brain in yer head. welcome to the
state and crush what you believe. living the lies of the laws you
conceive. yer trapped in the web of the world that you weave.
you're burning in water, drowning in flames. the laws and the lies
are all one and the same. fuck all the laws, the lies, and the games.
now you're burning in water and yer drowning in flames. now, never,
nothing. long and boney fingers, they dig up from the grave.
killed in vain, when corporate governments misbehave. you're obedient
dogs, greasing the cogs, running the machine. how many lives are
lost in the gears to cover yer crimes over all of these years? you're
lost, you've lost, we've lost. now is never and yer nothing.
With The Sickness
the I.M.F., the N.S.A. puppets are planted
by the C.I.A. the new world order of a new decay. it all goes
to shit as the ignorant pray. and bullets and bombs kill all.
you're to blame as you fall.
Born To Die
Born to die and you get to sit and watch yer t.v.
set believe the lies before yer eyes / credit cards & apple pies 50
stars to blind yer eyes / 13 stripes to hypnotize free thought is gone
/ you'll never see yer just a pawn you'll die tomorrow but today yer empty
dreams just fade away evaporate, dissolve to hate while you survive and
wait until a lifeless fate / yer stupid lives just piddle on you slave
fer others and then your gone / i just can't escape the lying the moment
we are born we're dying (and it's) such an ugly sight we have no rights
/ we have no future no reasons why / just born to die yer dumb self can't
appreciate the freedom in my thought the weak sense of autonomy when i'm
tripping in my squat that empty void was never filled but the dreams of
others you helped kill you'll justify, will linger on but dontcha know
that dreams all die the day yer born there is no god / there's only ignorant
bliss no reasons why / were born to die (just born to die) gone to be,
god is dead, lies & truth are in my head yer history, economy, soeciety
/ it isn't me, it's all on you reality, it's whatcha do, it's whatcha make
/ the truth in lies the freedom dies, the mind it numbs, the spirit breaks
(with) all our rights /it kills our future our reasons why / we're born
to die (just born to die)