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Put your hands on the ground and look down, so you will surely see
What they fed was a ruse, was a con and that you did believe
Now we’re here, get the joke, that lying’s now for free
Your home, a white throne, for everyone to see
What kind of Commie are you?
Queer brother, Muslim mother, speak your truth.
Hold your breath, watch your back, look around
At a time it was okay
Take it back, make it moot, and rid of what they say
Bait and switch, just a show, and your rights are now denied
A horror show, a first hope, the land of the unfree
Which Feminazi are you?
Queer brother, Muslim mother, speak your truth
What kind of other are you?
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City Mouse - Bullets
03:24
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All the things they said
When you lost your way
Something just ain't right
I knew you more
Than to just keep score
And I know you were trying
Was there anybody else there?
I think somebody ran away
And I would too
Yeah I would too
Someone's hiding something from me
Somebody's lying to the police
And I would too
That's what we do
So come out come out with your hands up
The police police got their mind made up
And the bullet says you're guilty
The bullet says you're guilty
So come out come out with your hands up
The police police made their mind up
And the bullet says you're guilty
The bullet says you're guilty
I know they're lying
I can see their eyes
Something just don't jive
There's something more
About how you hit that floor
That glove don't fit right
Was there anybody else there?
I think somebody ran away
And I would too
Yeah I would too
Someone's hiding something from me
Somebody's lying to the police
And I would too
That's what we do
So come out come out with your hands up
The police police got their mind made up
And the bullet says you're guilty
The bullet says you're guilty
So come out come out with your hands up
The police police made their mind up
And the bullet says you're guilty
The bullet says you're guilty
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I step inside
Those lights will burn your eyes
I can't go back
Get Up
Let me count the ways
You've taken what was mine
I'm losing track
Get Up
I'm hanging on to what is left
I'm stepping off of my ledge
Burn it down
Get Up
Get Up
They break it you buy it
Not going to keep quiet
This will not end quickly
This blood bath seems to thicken
Coat hangers on clearance
Give me another reason
To stand up, we fall
Get Up
My shameless night
Its mine you've got no right
You've got no right
Get Up
I've been dead for days
But you won't break this time
It’s just not the same
Get Up
Your hanging on to what I said
While getting pushed off of my ledge
Burn it down
Get Up
Get Up
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Broken Baby - Meat Week
03:12
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Imagine all the pretty cuts
The pretty cuts
They let you do what you want
You get them all to tumble down
They all go down
Those medium-rare lil dilettantes
and and and
all their friends and all their friends
They all pretend
They’re too shy like they’ve never done the dirty deed
All we need’s a place to go
A place to go
Where we can bury that lede
(if you know what I mean)
Find them, french them, finger them, elect them
fuck them, forget them, marry and protect them
Here’s another slab
Oil up your abs
Come on twist and shout
With a pillow over your mouth
All the things I’ll say about ya
Who ya gonna tell
There’s nothing you can do about it
Just bend over and sell sell sell
She’s a natural, a primal choice
A prime choice
With all the flavors you crave
Her tender thighs you tenderize and terrorize
With your big ol’ Yale smile and putty face
and and and
all the things, a million things
You’d ever do
But you’d never do if anybody knew
It’s just a joke so sign the book
And FFFForget about it
We decided what’s true
(Don’t come unglued)
Find them, french them, finger them, elect them
fuck them, forget them, marry and protect them
Here’s another slab
Oil up your abs
Come on twist and shout
With a pillow over your mouth
What’s mine was never mine
Once more victim is a whore
Behind every closed door
Imagine all the pretty cuts
They let ya do what ya want….
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Oh you're so quick to point a finger
unless a friend is to blame.
You won't stand and deliver
unless they know you by name
So what good is proof
when it still means nothing to you?
You don't want proof,
you want company
So if you see something, say something,
don't be a bystander.
You got a lot of mouth but not when it counts.
See something, say something,
don't be a bystander.
You got a lot of mouth.
You say their actions didn't seem like a threat
You say it's how they've always been
So who're you trying to protect, man?
'Cause now you're guilty just the same.
So what good is proof
when it still means nothing to you?
You don't want proof,
you want company
So if you see something, say something
don't be a bystander.
You got a lot of mouth, but not when it counts.
See something, say something,
don't be a bystander.
You got a lot of mouth.
If not you then who?
If not you then who?
If not you then who?
If not you then who?
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Sad Girlz Club - Ex-Men
03:01
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I don’t feel safe I just feel sorry
You’ve made your point so sharp
It’s stabbing me
I’m climbing out of my skin
Just so that you can get it in
You said it was for fun
Run Rabbit Run
Will I know when it’s over
Will you go when it’s over
This is not how this was
Supposed to end
Absolving you of everything
Is just pretend
Set fire to the memory
Raining down a quiet place
Just wake me when it’s done
Run Rabbit Run
Will I know when it’s over
Will you go when it’s over
Will I know when it’s over
Will you go when it’s over
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Old man move aside
your day has come, number’s up, the tide is high
watch the water
here come the water
see it rising, it’s crashing down
And we’re waiting waiting- you're a dying breed
And we’re taking taking –it’s her we believe
get on the move, hit that groove, get to work
stand tall, make em sweat
get louder, use that power
eyes on the prize keep it tight look ahead
and we’re done with the creep
and it’s time, to come
Gearing up for battle
Dam gonna break
All this water gonna flood the gates
Gearing up for battle
Damn gonna break
Wake up the giant and storm the gate
And it’s time to come
©Gina Volpe 2019
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Failing Up - Antichrist
02:41
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They say I cannot be saved
The life I lead is wrong
But who are you to judge?
With all your sins you will be gone
The words you preach are lies
Praise a fake god you don't even know
I'm not scared, I bring the fright
Fuck you, I'm your Antichrist
I don't trust the fake book of God
It's all man made, full of lies
I will rise in your demise
I'm your Lucifer, your Antichrist
Spiraling out of control
The clock that once ticked, cannot tick anymore
Murderers and rapists romancing the weak
Dance with the devil tonight in your sleep
I don't trust the fake book of God
It's all man made, full of lies
I will rise in your demise
I'm your Lucifer, your Antichrist
I am the shadow that's under your bed
Filling your dreams, bloody red
I am the shadow that feeds on your lust
I'm your Lucifer, your Antichrist
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“What would I have done then?”
It’s what you’re doing now
Sweating out a bender as jackboots hit the ground
Anarchist crusader sprawled across the couch
Kids sleeping in cages while I just run my mouth
Hellmouth opens wide
Swallowed by the street
Laughing to myself
“It’s a dry heat”
They’re making sure you’re used to it when The End comes here
Ready to watch them die with your conscience clear
Stranglers on the Beltway, Sun Belt’s around our necks
If you don’t like who’s in there now wait till you see what’s next
When our city blisters and panting right wing ghouls
Take up tiki torches from boiling backyard pools
Which side will you stand on as the planet caves?
Bruiser or barbarian, the choice is yours to make
Hellmouth opens wide
Swallowed by the street
Laughing to myself
“It’s a dry heat”
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Brain washed America
Educate us on the things you want to hear
Educate us on the things that you fear
Edit all the facts so the puzzle fits in place
We edit facts to keep in good grace
Making one race stronger than the rest
rewarding the weak for their best
I don't know what it means to be American.
Can you tell me what it means?
CHORUS:
Never again
Will we stand for something
Never again
Brain washed Americans
Never again
stand for anything
Never again
Brain washed Americans
Keep telling me all your lies
I know what other countries think about Americans. Gluttonous fools, Navy brats of the West.
Supporting their change, the gluttony never ends.
The gluttony never ends
Telling us our votes support change.
Lies being told by the man in charge.
I know what it means to be American. I'll tell you what it means.
- CHORUS -
Making enough money to end up in debt
shackles of the new American class set
Making enough money to end up in debt
shackles of the new American class set
I know what it means to be American
stand in line and pay your debt.
I know what it means to be American
stand in line and pay your debt.
- CHORUS -
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The Status Quo, Latin for slavery
Jim Crow redux, back to the way it was
Tear gas and bullets are no match for our bravery
We're gonna leave that legacy in the dust
We ain't never going back
We ain't never going back
Never!
We ain't never going back
We ain't never going back
No!
No more, "She didn't mean to say it that way."
"He should have kept both hands on the wheel."
"Why can't you just obey? Do what the cops say?"
Don't talk, don't think, don't fight, don't feel
We ain't never going back
We ain't never going back
Never!
We ain't never going back
We ain't never going back
No!
Don't talk, don't think, don't fight, don't feel
Don't talk, don't think, don't fight, don't feel
Don't talk, don't think, don't fight, don't feel
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
We ain't never going back
We ain't never going back
Never!
We ain't never going back
We ain't never going back
Never!
We ain't never going back
We ain't never going back
No!
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I see you walkin' down the Street
you wanna get in my beak
You wanna get in my way
I'm gonna call fowl play.
No matter what they say to you
No matter what you've heard
Sticks and stones
may break my bones
just stand tall and flip 'em the bird
You got a new attitude
you wanna rule the roost
you wanna shake a feather loose
i'm gonna cook your goose
No matter what they say to you
No matter what you've heard
Sticks and stones
may break my bones
just stand tall and flip 'em the bird
You wanna stand up tall
you wanna show them attitude
you wanna give them what they deserve:
The Whoosie What's It's Salute!
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Whoʼs that filled with crippling shame? Republicans! Republicans! Whoʼs that giving me a fake name?
Republicans! Republicans! Whoʼs a good little hypocrite?
Republicans! Republicans! Whoʼs offering extra to eat my shit?
Republicans! Republicans!
Any time thereʼs a right to be wronged you can bet thereʼs a Republican on the other end
Theyʼre oppressive and theyʼre wrong
But still they keep our lights turned on
Thatʼs why we put up with your shit, Republicans
Whoʼs white and old and canʼt take blame? Republicans! Republicans! Well Iʼll take their money and Iʼm not ashamed
Whoʼs legislating away my
basic rights?
Republicans! Republicans! Hey wait a second... thatʼs not funny
Republicans! Republicans!
Any time thereʼs a right to be fucked you can bet thereʼs a republican on the other end
Theyʼre oppressive and theyʼre wrong but still they keep our lights turned on thatʼs why we put up with your shit Republicans
Theyʼre oppressive and theyʼre wrong but still they keep our lights turned on thatʼs why we put up with your shit Republicans
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