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The sun was shining, I was feeling a little sick
I was driving, without the music on
I was smiling, it’s the warmest that it’s been
heavy traffic, I saw gods and I saw shit
Right past midway, I bought a tambourine
drove to Harlem, to wash the car
got my hair cut, it’s the shortest that it’s been
melting snow banks, felt like god and looked like shit
You were walking, you were heading to the pier
got your hair dyed, for a new job
big sunglasses, blasting Martha in your ears
your supervisor, thinks he’s god but he ain’t shit
We are living, making art in waxing days
this whole season, kicked our ass
we are climbing, for a way out of this haze
in our future, do I see god or I see
shit it’s just another reason to get out of the house and scream and
find a new context for dreamin’, kill all of these winter feelings
Gods are waiting for our answers, gods are fighting shit like cancer
gods are being fucking bastards, gods are picking up the hammer
and I, am figuring out, this holy hell, this holy shit
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Optimal Crime - Reaper
00:47
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Conscious choices
My mistakes
Done time
Felt hate
Burn like
Trash I am
Catching fire
I withstand
Body crumbles
I scream
Insides rot
Infecting me
Clench my fist
Hardened veins
Drawn blood
My bane
Left behind
All I know
A buried soul
Hardly know
Hear a knocking
At my door
The devil waits
A burning core
Fuck you
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Dirty Junk - Phobic
02:52
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Record spinning
Screeching, seething, bruised
I take no toll still I’m turning blue
Calling out the racist shit you do
Fuck your phobias,
Yeah fuck you too
Stop silently consuming fascist lies
Made to incite fear and to divide
Rebel resist, protect each other’s lives
Fuck these bigots and all their elitist garbage ties
The power of narration at their side
Dictates which of us survives
We sit, we stand, we wait, it passes by
For what, for whom? Tell me fucking why
[Chanting at MN Freedom to Drive floor vote 04.05.2019]
El pueblo, unido, jamás será vencido
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Livid - Charade
01:29
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Why are men such fucking trash
You hinge on dominance to last
You chase the money to catch the ass
Iʼll pay for dinner, nigga
Iʼll hold the door, you cracka
So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.
So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.
Weʼll reproduce without your ass — and thatʼs scary
Why donʼt you admit that you hate women
Reject your compliments, and you get violent
You say that youʼre the good guy, we donʼt buy it.
I donʼt trust you in close space
I donʼt trust you in no space
So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.
So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.
Weʼll reproduce without your ass — and thatʼs scary
So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.
So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.
Weʼll reproduce without your ass
I say me too - and itʼs fuckin sad
Iʼve gotta prove that shit to you
Though Iʼm sure you had a clue.
There are predators in your crew — and thatʼs scary
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Fitness - Pauly's Shore
02:04
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Dirty Junk - On Yr Knees
02:24
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I heard you like walking on glass
Well it just happens, matter of fact
I’ve got the sharpest tongue in town
Why don’t you come around, come around?
Bruised knees hope to see you next fall
Won’t you please tell me how it’s not your fault
I know that every other one’s the same
What a tease, you know what I mean?
Ugh
Red tears running all down your face
You know I’m dying just to get a taste
But you are covered in the corner with fear
Come here my dear, my dear
Tight squeeze, dug you up a brand new home
Won’t you please enjoy this time alone
I know you won’t be missed up here
It’s better this way, I swear
Oh!
Your skull is a disco
For every worm in town
Come around, come around
Where else could this go?
Bringing you down
On yr knees, on yr knees
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Nude Model - Darts
02:11
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Uglybones - Headcase
01:40
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SORRY SORRY SORRY
DO I FILL YOU WITH DISGUST
A SENSE OF HOPELESS LOATHING
A HOPELESS LOSS OF TRUST
ARE THESE DAYS ON END UNENDING
HAS THE WEEK RUN OUT ITS COURSE
CAN I LAY MY HEAD DOWN SOFTLY
LIFE IS CRUSHING ME WITH FORCE
I WON'T HOLD MY BREATH
I WON'T HOLD MY BREATH
THERE IS NO WAY OUT
KIN BEFORE ME TRIED TO SCREAM AND SHOUT
BUT IT'S A DIRTY KIND OF LIFE
THE KIND WITHOUT A WRONG OR RIGHT
I'LL MAKE YOU OUT THE QUEEN
A WASTED LOSS OF DEAD PIPE DREAMS
I WON'T HOLD MY BREATH
I WON'T HOLD MY BREATH
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Been a fucking loser my whole fucking life
But I'm going out to win tonight
Got a stage got a crowd and I got a mic
Holes in my boots, but I've laced them tight
Everywhere I'm laughed at, I'm such a fucking joke
They're passed out on the bar and I'm mopping up their puke
Smiles fading, jokes on you, I'm paying all my dues
"More weight," I get my strength from you
I swear punk rock is gonna kill me
So say so long to longevity
Mark my words its a fucking prophecy
I swear punk rock's gonna fucking kill me
I go through life inside myself
A maniac when I'm all alone
Gave up on a future to sing punk rock songs
I'll scream them til I tear my throat
And you can't tell me otherwise
Without this I'm dead inside
Never really questioned why
Chaos makes me feel alive
(Repeat beginning of chorus)
I've fucked up so many times
Cringing through my life story
But the tribal beat lights up my eyes
It kills me and it sets me free.
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When I drive to work I'm gonna pack me some heat
Cause I don't like the people that I have to fucking see
Driving to slow or trying to cut in front of me
I think I'm gonna go on a fucking killing spree
When I stand still in traffic, I'm losing my mind
Thinking that I should have fucking ridden a bike
But now they can't stop me from committing this crime
My guns will be blazing at the next red light
Daily commute killing spree
Used to be so nice and sweet
Daily commute killing spree
Starting with the yuppies in the SUVs
It's not that I care about getting to work on time
It's just I don't like people wasting my time
Waiting for hours to sit at a desk
And then waiting for hours to not be home yet
So I'm gonna drag them all out and gun them all down
Drag them all out and gun them all down
Drag them all out and gun them all down
Drag them all out and gun them all down
Daily commute killing spree
Used to be so nice and sweet
Daily commute killing spree
Starting with the yuppies in the SUVs
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trapped in a world that looks like hell
its funny just how far we fell
we beg, we cry, we plead
we beg on broken knees
and pray to god from down in hell
my mind washed away with all this blood
i'm looking forward to a 1000 year flood
the rooks all fat and fed on all the pain we shed
surfing our entrails to our grisly end
surfing through this downward spiral
counting the track marks on my soul
life is getting cheap
and i really need some sleep
these hungry years they take their toll
my mind washed away with all this blood
i'm looking forward to a 1000 year flood
the rooks all fat and fed on all the pain we shed
surfing our entrails to our grisly end
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The Union Boys - Gone
02:47
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Don't Panic Records & Distro Chicago, Illinois
Chicago based DIY punk label
Established 2012
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