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Mt Dew

admin — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 20:20:58 +0000

OK Mister media relations, hired & fired in the space of a sentence, and
somewhere in between you bounced back at me, I can’t believe the garbage
you tried to push for a full time job, I won’t say I told you so just
beware of salesmen bearing gifts that amount to a whole lot less than what
you threw away has the backlash even started the way the shit was coated we
may never know how much damage was done

Half Mast

admin — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 19:19:47 +0000

When freedom is in hiding from morality when you’ve finally scrubbed this
great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you’ve
finally divorced the numbers from the names we can return to your good old
days bound and gagged by sex and race chained by family crazed by god while
we raise the flag shout down the past the stars and stripes stream by at
half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do mine I never knew the
high price of hypocrisy so pledge allegiance to the death penalty believe in
your drug war bow down to the tv set you need to cultivate that apathy that
swells inside your threat raise the flag shout down the past your stars and
stripes stream by at half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do
mine half mast dehumanized half mast divided half mast overloaded half mast
who the fuck cares so long as you can sleep well under the iron fist

Footbound and Hobbled

admin — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 05:05:17 +0000

The day is coming when doctors will clip off thumbs the same way they snip off
little boys’ foreskins the day is coming when hospitals will be obliged to
douse newborn eyes with lye the day is coming when all tongues are sheared to
spare this nation the vicious slander of a few bad apples and we will all
march towards tomorrow footbound & hobbled

8 Organ of Hope

admin — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:23:59 +0000

Jock gestapo shouting from trucks spitting on beating down those who strayed
shitting on beating in those who stayed who would not be crushed by the
offensive line’s weight jock gestapo jock gestapo jock gestapo and apple pie
ignorance locker rooms coaches and guards fists fly weirdos cower in these
halls specimen machines evil and lean defenders tackles for an american dream
jock gestapo and apple pie time insects wounds fester here comes the train
rail them to death.

Murder The Sons Of Bitches!!!

admin — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 19:19:56 +0000

Here comes another round of deploy and deter more strong words for bullshit
that doesn’t work levers pulled for pulling levers while grown adults stand &
applaud stronger measures home security is taken on faith as larger apparatus
slowly slides in to place!!!! No bells toll when lights dim in prison halls
no tears slip when solemn state duty calls just you wait until you get in the
way murder the sons of bitches make them pay for their victims pain this may
not always work but by god they’ll never do that again & the flesh still works
up until the switch is thrown but the state lives on long after its cells are
gone just you wait this is how it starts.

Set Your Am Dial For White Empowerment

admin — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 20:20:48 +0000

Rush Limbaugh’s on the air again proving they’re all guilty until proven…
When he hits the captive rush hour they’ll be laughing right along. Aunt &
uncle tune the radio in make my cousins in the car listen so someday they’ll
be able to distinguish white from wrong. As they scramble, ramble…
Scrambling from the cities too, Newark Detroit L.A. as a cue to the gun permit
suburbs swelling on the edge of any town. And on the radio callers have a
catch in their throats, maybe some tiny hint of some growing alarm as they
scramble, scramble, ramble… House to house drag brown faces into the shit.
And on the radio white folks call up to joke so fed up with this liberal
government, set your am dial for white empowerment

Organ Of Hope

admin — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 18:18:36 +0000

The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hide the spite that want to
forgive us wretched insects if only we’d learn how to get in line there’s
still room on the cross for the sheep of the flock there’s still space
available to join the angels at the trough & no one knows how much you’ve
suffered Christ is king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) I’m not related
to the guilt flesh that repents I turn my back on the burning heart that farts
obedience purity is shit evil is virtue gfffggft blaggga bdhg & and no one’s
suffered quite like you Christ is king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him)
servant or slave the balance always works out the same pray for me shepard me
because I won’t die for your sins won’t drink your blood won’t eat your flesh
won’t share your victory over sin & death don’t repent the end has come and
gone

I Am A Idiot

admin — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 19:19:10 +0000

I’m not an idiot I’m not an idiot I’m not a fucking stooge so stop talking to
me about guns & bombs and stop trying to sell me on class welfare – I’m really
not braindead and I’m not an endtable and I’m really, really quite sure that
you DO NOT mean business, that you’re just one of many stupid shouting voices
who wants to play fight the pigs and talk drunk about bombing gas stations
until you have to go work in one that is, friend, I’m not an idiot so please,
please, please stop talking to me about the first ammendment because you’re
never going to get on tv so anybody can hear you, and even if you did get on
tv you still wouldn’t know what the fuck to say, and even if you did get on
tv and you did have something exciting to say they STILL wouldn’t air you
because you’d be wearing your extra large “Fuck Censorship” t-shirt and a
long, long, long time ago, long before you were evn born, the government got
together with the radio and tv stations to make sure that those kinds of words
would never in a million years be broadcast, so for god’s sake just stop
talking

Go Fuck Youself

admin — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 05:05:05 +0000

I would like to crush your pointed head/You fucking puke/I think you wet the
bed/I would like to punch your stupid face/Grab you by your punk rock hair/
and bash your brains/I’ve never met someone as dumb as you/You’re an ingrate
and an arrogant prick too/You jump at every single chance to display your ig-
norance/You stupid bigmouth/Why don’t you just go home/and fuck yourself/Can’t
take a hint/You’re a dick/A walking, talking piece of shit/You’re also a slob/
and you’ve got no class/and you need a kick in your fat ass/You fucking moron/
why don’t you just go home and fuck yourself

13 This Trash Shouldve Been Free

admin — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 22:22:46 +0000

My Favorite Housing Project

admin — Sun, 21 Sep 2008 03:03:53 +0000

I’d have to say my favorite housing project is the one where my grandmother
died I’d have to say my favorite housing project is the one between the river
and the hoghway live and die live and die start to die in a human warehouse

16 Set Your Am Dial for White Empowerment

admin — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 10:10:17 +0000

Last years lives lie in state but there’s no damage assessment from this far
away this is not another proxy war no this is something different

By The Throat

admin — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 22:22:05 +0000

I want to see the finger pointed at those claimed to have crossed the line I
want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws
they cling to so deeply with sharp insecure claws I don’t care about your
routine I refuse to fall in with the disarmed machines I don’t give a fuck
how hard you are don’t care about your incentives or your values If only I
could make the gesture real if only I could grab you all by the throat

Janelle

admin — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 02:02:54 +0000

Janelle is awfully bright/For a fresh girl of eighteen/She knows all the punk
rock sites/And does a cool fanzine/Janelle can be so tactful/A quality that’s
often rare/But if you’re talking tactful/You’re talking dyed pink hair/And
she’s not afraid if anything/And she won’t get old and boring/And I don’t
think the East Bay punks/Will make up long enough/To meet Janelle/Janelle/
Janelle/she’s so swell/And she dosen’t smell/Like most of her pals/And if I
have to spell it out for/I’ll tell you that I’m sweet on Janelle/And she’s
not afraid of anything/And she won’t get old and boring/And I don’t think
East Bay punks/Will wake up long enough to meet Janelle/Too bad ’cause I’m
fond of Janelle/Oh, yeah I’m makin’ a fool of myself/Oh yeah/Oh yeah/Oh yeah/
Oh yeah/Oh yeah/Oh yeah/she’s so swell/Jenelle/Janelle/Janelle/Janelle

9 Well Fed Fuck

admin — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 05:05:21 +0000

3 by the Throat

admin — Sun, 20 May 2007 21:21:38 +0000

Where’s your anger where’s their body count they want to know why you fight
when the inside’s rotting out here’s their omission there’s the infection in
between our the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead no alrm sounded no measures
taken the tranquility whispers back shut up and die banished to the margin
with full guilt implied called up from oblivion only when it’s time to count
the hides here’s their omission there’s the infection in between are the
unmarked graves of 100,000 dead cease to exist.

Go Fuck Yourself

admin — Wed, 09 May 2007 11:11:46 +0000

I would like to crush your pointed head You fucking puke I think you wet the
bed I would like to punch your stupid face Grab you by your punk rock hair
and bash your brains I’ve never met someone as dumb as you You’re an ingrate
and an arrogant prick too You jump at every single chance to display your ig-
norance You stupid bigmouth Why don’t you just go home and fuck yourself Can’t
take a hint You’re a dick A walking, talking piece of shit You’re also a slob
and you’ve got no class and you need a kick in your fat ass You fucking moron
why don’t you just go home and fuck yourself

15 Sendero

admin — Sun, 29 Apr 2007 00:00:23 +0000

We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from their
bed as the special guests of honor you’ve been at the factory for hours
already don’t worry we’ll lock the door when we leave for the border what
we know is from the world of soundchecks and gas money and maybe a few tales
from warmer climates where we were once paid well and I can’t stand to think
of all the bastards that are coming to sleep on your floor.

Poland

admin — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 13:13:24 +0000

Resist Control

admin — Sat, 24 Mar 2007 09:09:15 +0000

War waged on the people government lies fueled by fear trust the unity of
money and machine gun a bullet in the head for my indiscretions how much
oppression can you take rise above its time to fight back cease and desist
orders the police force rise above resist control