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Uncle Goddamn
01:08
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Have we been blowing black pepper up my nose? Please, God. I don't know, man, I'm burning like a motherfucker. Goddamn, don't hit me with pepper no more.
How about them sucking dick Washington Redskins? They got beat by the Cowboys.
Come to Shelby!
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Cryptarchy
02:25
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What the American public does not know is what makes them the American public.
Silent weapons, quiet wars x4
Like a car, the republic is the frame.
The politicians are the sleek outer body
The engine is the secret government
the bankers are driving and the public is in the backseat, checking Facebook
Silent weapons, quiet wars x4
Rivers of blue blood will flow when crowned heads finally roll
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Last night I dreamt that I was a Red Wings Goalie.
The gear felt heavy but tight
My breath was fogging up my glasses
Lee skated quickly down the ice
I bent my knees and braced
The shots came back to back
Glove, pad, no goal
The crowd goes wild
Defense picks up the puck
Two passes later, Larkin shoots and scores
Long live the Octopus
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Anni di tristezza
Cazzate in televisione
Divertimenti imposti
Discoteca e stadio
Il tuo misero sfogo
nella totale sottomissione
Italia di merda
Italia del perbenismo
Italia dei leccaculo
E' la patria dei coglioni
Che non usano il cervello
Han bisogno di qualcuno
che gli affoghi nello schifo
Italia di merda
Muoio nel mio disgusto
Sommersa dal vostro marciume
Soffoco in una strada
affollata di apatia
Intossicata dalla merda
che ingoiate tutti i giorni
Italia di merda
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Enroll now
Register and get your degree
Tuition is free
The best education comes from within
Don't delay
Open house every day
Be as old as you may
Major in whatever you want
Stay as long as you want
Leave whenever you want
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Militarized Europe
00:22
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History teaches but has no students.
Every hundred yards
Convoy trucks, assault rifles,
Bulletproof vest on the streets of Europe
Kids who have no clue why
Who haven't learned history's lessons
Blissfully part of Orwell's nightmare
The public's consensus: It's for our own safety
The author's view: neo-authoritarianism
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7. |
Fight Or Fight Response
02:06
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Hey ese where you from?
You're in the way of my pride
Come on baby turn around
Let me show you how I feel
Try me
Don't you know I cannot back off?
Hey baby, que paso'?
Who you trying get crazy with, ese?
Don't you know I'm loca?
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I'd like to be
under the sea
In an octopus's garden
in the shade
He'd let us in,
Knows where we've been
In an octopus's garden
in the shade
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Fuck Peru
01:21
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1453, 1828, 1858, 1941, 1981, 1995
Keep trying, you fucks.
Empire-building was and
will be your demise again.
Ecuador is sovereign and
will never be yours.
The Iwias, our jungle demons,
will make sure of that.
They've done so before.
And if I have to come back
and pick up a rifle against the invader,
so fucking be it.
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Drunk Jachob
00:46
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That's pretty tight!
Came from Odessa,
not sure why here.
Settled in and
started helping in the punk scene.
Paid for the Patients' studio time
with a big jar full of weed.
Used to sell a bunch of acid
and eat a whole lot too.
Drove to Houston tripping balls;
Weighed 100 pounds back then.
Told us about powerviolence
And put out records too.
Always had good advice
about band management
Total nerd.
Will throw a cat at your nuts.
Fronted Fucking Slap Children and No Love,
gave us our first vinyl.
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Baby Rakin
00:28
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Only 5 weeks old
She was so cute
Save her life or
Let nature take it?
Baby Rakin! Baby Rakin!
We gave her a home because
She had a fucked up gait
She got into everything.
Goddamn scavenger.
No, Baby Rakin! Goddammit, Baby Rakin!
Patience was lost,
She had to go back.
We returned the gift nature gave us
She’s better off.
We miss you, Baby Rakin!
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Tundaminous
00:52
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Mais cos’est ça
Mais ca dedans
Mais cook some rice
Mais fil putane
That fucka’s stuck
Get out dat, you goddamn knife
No, it’s me, ol' PawPaw, I’m tired of you always
Dropping my knife that I gave you.
My PawPaw gave me that knife. It’s an old knife.
Boy I ain’t never giving you nothing again.
I’m tired of dat. I’m coming back from the grave
Just to tell you to take care of my knife.
And if you don’t, I’mma pull your toes while you sleep.
You hear me? Damn couyon.
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