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No Time for Pride
02:54
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You're fucked up and you know you deserve it some lives are worthless but your life is shit things need to change people desensitized and as they lose their of minds we feel the worst of it, Freaks in the sheets rapists and creeps it's not gonna change till we take the reins, no senseless laws till morals are known and when you die you will die alone,
Your culture demands that you must lend a hand and go fight with your brothers against what you don't understand dressing up because you're all so ashamed all the people you've maimed don't make you a better man
It's not just a game cuz these kids won't refrain from walking down the street and picking on the week like what, what the fuck you gunna do every dude in my crew is bigger than you now the streets are being filled with the compensation of a generation just trying to be themselves and it's hell the way the psyche of the past pushes guilt into the hearts of the people when they ask is this bad could I have just a little bit of time no time to think thinking that you're fine polishing that mold but that shit is getting old Now it's time to
break it if you want to save your soul
Controlled by your pride no time for pride
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The motives of economy, an idealistic joke
Standardized policy: freedom's when you croak
So go to school, and get a job
Get married then fuck off.
Support the system, and slave away
Ignore the holocausts.
They call us fucking crazy,
and we don't fucking care
At least we learned to share,they crush us with a corporate fare.
They'll never take your spirit, they'll make you compromise
No where to hide, nobody is safe.
* I can't seem to find
Peace in mind
Ya know a star's gotta shine.
Don't deny a kid
What his passion is,
Cause it's not what you like
You probably wasted your life
Now you want mine.
Chet: I should take my medication before I let the day begin.
So listen citizen, I’ll take the long route to innocence.
I'm not well rested, and my life has been tested.
My brain soaks in thalidomide so my mind stays warped.
And still I get through the day stuck in the same space,
My voice is rationed to the point I don’t show my satisfaction.
The catacombs hold my soul, so only my being gets treated like a fucking fool.
I know what I got , It's way too much
And some call it just enough but fuck that,
I'm not gonna live my life dependent on a
soulless corporate fat cat.
There's always time to grow
And show that you can live on your own
Don't give up on yourself
Because that's what they want you to do.
*
The people at the bottom aren’t the people in control
It’s the middle of the barrel buying everything they’re told
The higher up the scene is set
And ball is made to roll
If you’re not a part of their agenda
You’re not a part of life at all
Count your change, it's not enough
Or maybe it is too much
But it doesn't matter anymore
You've already been kicked out of the store
it's in your face.
I can tell this place is wearing on you
and we're all too young
to have such a darkened point of view.
*
Don't get
Pushed around
An eye for an eye
That would
Leave the world blind
But we’re already there
I can't seem to find
Peace in mind
Time to shine
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3. |
Skate
01:37
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Fours wheels and a board is all I need,
To feel alive and everything ,
About me turns into a blur,
And I cant feel anything.
Vibrations underneath my feet,
The thrill of ridin in the street,
Never gonna bring me down,
Inside when my souls alive.
*And when I hop onto my board,
Nothin' will matter anymore!
So stay the fuck out of my way !
Or you're gonna have to pay!
Go out and fuckin' skate!
Four wheels and board and I'll be gone,
And the only thing left will be this song
And the cuts on my feet, the blood in the street,
The hate for the men in blue,
And the hate I have for all of you,
And no pig or cop is ever gonna make me stop.
*
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4. |
Oh Well
03:25
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There's a town where nothing happens
and the people there are average
where humility is outlived by a spirit that is savage
townies tired of their work and so they don't go berzerk
they spend their money at the bar
to try to cover up their hurt
nobody's really happy but nobody wants to move
because they grew up in this town
and they're stuck inside a groove
it's what they choose
Hello I'm Mr. Conner and it would truly be an honor
to sell you something swell
designed to change your living hell
a well that isn't deep at all
but takes the short and makes them tall
it calls upon a godly force
to change the way and alter course
it makes you thin, it'll get you laid
your wildest dreams are here today
just let me put this well in your town
and you can wish your stinkin life around
All at once the town agreed and filled the air with yells of glee
they'll finally accomplish where they couldn't succeed
and they'll never have to stop living happily
They asked him " Mr. Conner so how do you make this work"
and he looked upon his audience with an evil little smirk
He said a small donation "ya would probly do the trick
but more money that you toss in will intensify your wish"
so the people payed and Mr. Conner said
"for the magic to work you have to go to bed
GO TO BED, sleep all night and
in the morning it'll be quite the sight
TV ads, stupid fads and politics IT'S A TRICK
business done in the shade, leave the salt lick
IT'S A TRICK
don't be a fool for a fucking scam, learn the land quick
IT'S A TRICK
Mr. Conner is in every town, in every fucking state
So the people woke and to their surprise nothing changed at all
The money was gone taken from the well as they slept
Mr. Conner was nowhere to be found in the whole damn town
And as much as they want they'll never see him again in their whole damn lives
and the people said "oh well"
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Stupid Unhappy Rich Bitch
Sick of displacement and sitting in a basement,
Eyes glazed over with the tears of amazement,
With a drawer full of jewelry and a hand full of rings,
with mild discomfort the old woman sings.
"It's been 27 years since I won the lotto,
The years before that I was in the bottle,
So keep staring at my lonely old state,
With a shotgun in my mouth, I'll never get a date.
Lonely old liars are so sick and tired,
Of those that we trust, and those we admire.
Christmas Baphomet
Ferment in your grave,
When I drink you down, You make me go insane,
Like I have tapped into your brain.
Trapped in your spine,
I drink you down, It makes me go insane,
My eyes just see into your mind.
Inside god loves, -Satan's master, Satan is my god.
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6. |
Monster Land
02:53
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Past some berry bushes
underneath a rotten willow tree
steppin over small dead horses
gettin stung by bumble bees
I'm goin down that dirt black trail
with a rifle in my hand
I'll be the greatest hunter
when i return from Monster Land
The ground is made of broken glass
and the air it smells like sulfur
some tiny creatures at my feet
are eating blood and dear fur
The bones of some old travelers
lay half buried in the sand
I'm headed straight for danger,
ya I'm going to that Monster Land
Nothing peaceful can survive here
and there is no room for weak
Predator and prey
will play a game of hide and seek
I don't know what I'm doing,
I should get out while I can
Better said than done,
this isn't fun, I'm lost in Monster Land
Survival of the fittest
and the fit have razor teeth
it doesn't matter what you look like
cuz you're just a piece of meat
at the bottom of the food chain
is the only place for man
my eyes are red and weak
cuz there's is no sleep in Monster Land
At night i hear their howls
as they feast on severed heads
with organs to floss their fangs
as they rest on ribcage beds
I can hear them creeping closer
this may be my final stand
I'm worried for my safety
now I'm alone in Monster Land
Huge beasts now stand before meas i tremble with my gun
they grab and tear my legs apartso i've no way to run
their claws dig deep into my skull
their feeding is now hastened
don't come looking for my body
cuz i've died in Monster Land
past some berry bushes
underneath a rotten willow tree
stepin over small dead horses
gettin stung by bumblebees
if you're goin down that dirt black road,
there's somthin you must understand:
be the greatest hunter
or you'll die in Monster Land
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7. |
Two Shots till Sundown
02:16
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The flow of traffic makes me want to fucking puke, gated communities bring nausea. I want to burn it all down and show them creation the lives they buy into breed nothing but false hope.
*The time to wait is gone and the time to act is now the ship is sailing to the harbor get up on the bow. Let's storm in the city, kill the cops and burn the building down. The time is right for us to strike and this I tell you now. Walk all day I walk all week I see the struggle among the weak. Walk all day, I walk a week what will it take to fall asleep?
Two shots till sundown
OD and die right now it's about your fucking time I want justice right now to show you my life's mine.
*
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8. |
Not Ska
02:14
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Come to the scene just like everyone you know
with the punk you display, that is really just for show
and you want us to stare
and you want us to care
and you want us to give a fuck,
just to make you feel better
when you're talking to me fuckin' stop being smug
you don't have to fuckin' hate me, you don't have to show me love
do what you choose but you would be a tool
if you fuckin' dissed people just to make you feel better
you're not better
if anything you're worse
your shit needs work
Why go to the show just to have a bad time
Spending most of your night
fuckin' hangin' outside
Rag around your neck
Posse at your side
Believe in your lie
Just to make you feel better
But you're not better
If anything you're worse
Your shit needs work
O F FUCKING C
If you consider yourself ska
Then we consider ourselves not ska
If ska is posing in the back
And talkin' mad shit
to make up for what you lack
*
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