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Take to the Streets
01:18
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Take to the streets, jump in your jeeps, go grab your gun, boys. Go grab your heat. There's a titan out there we should be fighting out there.
Don't waste your fucking bullets. Don't shoot them in the air.
But how do we fight? They see through the night; the great satellite
that we help pay for. You wanna make a difference, what can you do? There's a fine line between a terrorist and you. Is revolution is a thing
of the past? Gotta make a move, gotta make it fast.
What is the difference? Is resistance resistance? Is it right or wrong? They just want to kill us all.
Take to the streets, jump in your jeeps, kill the fucking president
and kidnap police. Write your favorite congressman and send him
a bomb. Let's brainwash the children and bring them along.
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My Machine
01:09
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You're at a bar, late for a drink. My friend sees you and gives you a wink. You take your drink, you hold it high. The question is "Will you live or die?"
Welcome to the toy box, motherfucker.
I'll tie you down. I'll move you around. I do what I want, you stupid cunt. I don't aim to please. I'll haunt your dreams. I'm the great mechanic.
This is my machine.
Pleased to meet you. My name is David Ray Parker and you can find me in the toy box.
I'm the great mechanic. This is my machine.
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Get in Line or Burn
01:18
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I want a world with my laws. I want a life without limits. I want to live
in the sky and never have to be forgiven.
I want a world of my own and masses of people I can treat like shit.
I want to see them all suffer and pick yourselves up and tell me I am the savior.
This is my world. Get in line or burn.
I want a world where I control everything that crawls and breathes.
I want to get you on your knees and piss on you when you're on fire.
All that I lust for is your pain because it's your pain that makes me grow stronger. And in the end when you are dead I'll burn you in hell for not meeting my standards.
This is my world get in line and burn.
Who the fuck are you to question me?
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Fast food and pornography will make you fat and want to fuck. Every hungry two year old cries for fries and Coke at lunch. Every preacher masturbates to porn inside his laptop so no one question anything
just complain when you get caught.
Mea culpa. Mea culpa.
Just cause daddy passed it down doesn't mean that you've been taught. Good intentions mean a lot. They'll still get you good and shot. Have you ever questioned how you know wrong from right and left? Reconsider what you're told even when you ace the test.
Mea culpa. Mea culpa.
Only you can think for you. Silence does not make a truth.
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Tradition
01:27
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I don't really care how it's been done for years. You've had your day.
Now we'll have our say.
Take tradition, take religion, take your mission, and shove it up your ass.
You think it's so important that we walk your line. Your outdated systems are running out of time. We don't care about your traditions and you
don't care about mine.
Take tradition, take religion, take your mission, and shove it up your ass.
Shove tradition up your ass. Shove morality up your ass. Shove
your opinions up your ass. Yeah, you can shove it up your ass.
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Where's the Love
01:23
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It's convenient to be patriotic with no draft and tell every woman
her body is not hers. It's easy to tell gays they're hell bound for living the way your god made them, let me ask some questions.
Why hasn't god said a word to the world for thousands of years
and if he does you're called crazy? Let's girls get raped, men murdered daily, millions of Jews died believers in slavery.
Where's the love? What's the lesson?
No one ever told you the places you'd run to for comfort were simply illusions. As you got older you realized if god intervenes why do good me die and so many bad men thrive?
Where's the love? What's the lesson?
There's no love. There's no lesson.
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Put Me in a Noose
01:18
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Woke up, looked out my window today and all I see is a big pile
of shit. Consumed with boredom, I mill around. My time is wasting.
My time is wasting.
And they tell me 'patience'. I ain't got time to wait around anymore. Can't you see I'm growing old? Just give me an excuse and put me
in a noose.
I'm tired of this. Seen too many come and go. I thought we had it
but now we'll never know. So what's the point of trying and trying again? I can't remember happiness. I've lost too many friends
since then.
And they tell me 'patience'. I ain't got time to wait around anymore. Can't you see I'm growing old? Just give me an excuse and put me
in a noose.
What happened to all the bands I've known and loved? There's no adrenaline, nothing too remarkable, they're lacking thunder,
and there's no one lurking around. So if society is really afflicted
then fucking show me some results.
And they tell me 'patience'. I ain't got time to wait around anymore. Can't you see I'm growing old? Just give me an excuse and put me
in a noose.
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No Harm
01:20
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You ask me what's the big fucking deal to believe in a god even if it's not real. You tell me it's all positive. You tell me to "Look at all the good
it's did."
Don't tell me it doesn't cause any harm. Don't tell me it ain't a load of shit. Don't tell me all the reasons you're buying it.
What about people who can't get married because you say that's against god's way? And what about all the holy wars and what about the money those people can't afford?
Don't tell me it doesn't cause any harm. Don't tell me it it ain't a load
of shit. Don't tell me all the reasons you're buying it.
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