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Myth of Creation
03:21
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Pity on the pilgrim's pride
Pity on the homicide
Pity on the salt of someone else's earth
when epiphany hits may you be turned into a radio wave
picked up by the distant receiver
handed down like the myth of creation
sold out of slavery to the freedom of kalashnikovs
pity on the blessed few
pity on the wrecking crew
pity on the settlers' sons
when the next ice age comes may you glow like a nuclear reactor
melt through the surface of the earth
melt through the surface of the earth
be the only source of warmth in the universe
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Jihad Vs McWorld
03:52
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my head was in the ether but my feet were still in babylon
when i started having seizures and speaking in tongues
then the worms crawled in, turned my mind into mud
and the holy ghosts exploded into angel dust
good for you, go fuck yourself all right
guess they was better things that I could have done with my life
but I never had the patience to feign interest in a sales pitch coming from dimwitted children of the system's squeegee men
so let your good love come down like acid rain
because my love has a hollow point
and it moves at the speed of sound
my sadness is a hang grenade
let it explode with the hope some will be around
my hatred is a suicide bomber
something you could never understand
I'd rather die in the martyr's brigades than be smothered
by the invisible hand of the man
be stifled and smothered by the invisible hand of the man
than to be that putrid plastic smile
stapled on at the end of every shitty day
when the world's done kicking your ass
to be the self-righteous rancor
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Son of Sam
02:03
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Bedwetter
04:17
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Outside Cats
04:41
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skipped out when he figured out that we ain't but
specks of shit in the universe
left behind an empty vodka bottle
with a poorly written note inside
for leaving me with my moron mother
in the ignorance of indigence
and everything I learned from someone else
well bred well read enough to know the difference
that we are already in hell
and they don't come and go like outside cats
all the priests and the teachers
they could never answer that
once we're all meditating mendicants
who's gonna wanna shovel all our shit
and set the table so I can set and think
about dead presidents and philosopher kings
and how they're killing each other
while the food runs out
and the choirs of street urchins sing
that we are already in hell
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8. |
Painkiller Rain
03:17
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got the one phone call in the withdrawn drawl
said the rent-a-cops got him at the shopping mall
with a homemade slim jim, stolen cell phone
bag of methadone and a couple car stereos...
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9. |
St. Peter
03:35
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10. |
The Ass End of the Earth
02:41
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11. |
BU2
06:09
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