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My Generation
01:59
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Black and Blue Division
04:21
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streets once paved in gold
paved in the migrants blood
whitewashed in the city
lauded in the bluffs
vacation out in vegas
all expenses paid
wont you join the force my son
you can make a killing wage
bastard ego enforced
with a truncheon and a gun
like begets like
enter the bastard son
they've come to shoot for sport
a shift clocked in his streets
but these streets are his only home
and tonight he plays for keeps (for keeps, for keeps)
you chose a side in the war when you donned the uniform
so what is your confusion baby theres the liquor store
the funeral you ignore and choose not to explore
is not an illusion maybe you need a metaphor
you chose a side in the war so now here's your metaphor
fire burns out of control
comes out of the blue
who are you to believe
think it wont come for you
who are you so naive
to think it will come to pass
when fire does not discern
what color it turns to ash
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3. |
Death to False Water
03:06
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i hear the groans from your upper lip
baby blue playing all that coffee talk shit
ought to learn to play your pauses and take the abuse
you need a reason to riot well here is your excuse
got a little boo-boo and a new set of strings
playing all those same james blunt identical things
i think i like you best when you escape into the night
back into your gluttony and out of my sight
the world is at war so what are you babbling for
cheap pandering to adore another motionless bore
well i cannot relate to your good time you're making me sick
another middle class brat who never tasted (the) shit
glad to play the beat of yesterday's worn out shoe
all along the countertop another dozen of you
still talking about the life and still wondering why
you cant see reality when its looking you in the eye
one more pretty face and i've had just about enough
phony art society and all your self triumph
i guess they really loved the abstract out of your mouth
what have you been saying well i'm afraid i've zoned out
up in my den now i'm staring at the lightbulb swinging
nothing i remember from you was anything interesting
as you blow your kisses to all the trust fund click
baby blue playing all that coffee talk shit
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4. |
Kids in the Hall
03:24
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of all the echoes of the kids in the hall
oh, my ears have heard it all
some for the love and some for the war
a sum of the blood now pooled on the floor
well, you've got to make something when this world gives you nothing
doesn't want to hear youth
discourages attitude
but you keep on regardless
the shops are all heartless
but the sounds of the city you will never tear out of me
demands for silence are met with an absence
kids on the corner parade adolescence
some for the love and some for the war
sometimes you've got to live life for what its worth living for
the kids in the hall singing along
i love you
walking along all of these streets forgotten
years of urban decay have robbed them
the promises of some far away gated community
by any other name a penitentiary
well, i've got no money but i've got something
the voice of living proof
no choice but brutal truth
we all got together
embraced zero weather
turned our heads upside-down
now we've got a sound
of all the echoes of the kids in the hall
oh, my ears have heard it all
some for the love and some for the war
sometimes you've got to live life for what its worth living for
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5. |
King Amphetamine
04:48
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i took you under my crown
promised to keep you with my shield
you retained my banquet of lords
and raised a flag throughout the battlefield
simply you sat, years is it now
a silent partner to the earth that i scorch
and in due time an unmarked grave in potters field
will seal you your untimely reward
and yes all these things well all kings must know
as king i've prayed to behold this court
over my people i've satisfied
my neck was built to hold this crown
and on your dependence i do rely
and with ritual without remorse
should i ever fail to deliver fertility
at my powers height i am martyred before you
venerable king amphetamine
and yes all these things well all kings must know
its a war on drugs and you're the victim
the bowels of the devil is the new prescription
inbred cops staff prisons for profit
slavery an ongoing american conflict
pray to the state with a human sacrifice
its chemical warfare of the pedestrian kind
you think self-destruction is rebellion you've been fooled for life
when its a crime being alive
inescapable judgement, static poverty
even in death no escape from the indignity
selling you a casket of all the finest gold
yes these things all kings must know
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