WALK
THE PLANK
DROWNED IN
ASPHALT PARKING BIN
stuffed with a Poison Pen
Savage Girls in the combat zone
comin....round the bend
OBSERVATION THINK TANK
PARTY PUPPETS WALK THE PLANK
MASTER SANK THE SHIP
AND RAN THE WORLD WITH IRON WHIP
wrecking ball
in the dining mall
Burnt out playground copx
Saying grace in your poker face
and buying...ghetto blocks
CLIMBING UP THE CONDOS
SELLING ALL YOUR ROCKS TODAY
SANTA CLAUS MADE YOUR LAWS
AND THREW THEM RIGHT AWAY
You're thinkin it's all gone wrong
Waiting for your..........
Gone like a Foolproof Plan
sold to the state for 50 grand
your neighborhood’s been rezoned
attack the robot, zombie clones
So Cast the heathens out of home
and Brand the Masses with TV phones
and Throw their Witches in pits of stone
and Cram their Bodies in trailer domes
quarterbacks sell sneaker stacks
Burn their Bones and Break their Backs
Bigger Blast, Stronger Fast,
Strung out Groupied Plaster Casterz
You're thinkin it's all gone wrong
Waiting for your..........
21st
CENTURY BLUE$
turned on the
plasma TV screen to see reality
liposuction lip injection better, slimmer me
buy the body God denied
voluntary genocide
a plastic mannequin you’d like to be
sat down at the restaurant and ordered number 6
got my burger/chicken/bacon freedom fry fix
singin waiters all around
Corprit County Mall Town
hanging with the robot-city-hicks
and i’m feeling like i just can’t make it
and i’m feelin like i’m just gonna scream
21st century blues you KNOW what i mean
walkin down main street i ran into a hag
she wore a Polo rain jacket and Pepsi-Cola flag
looked me square in the eye
said ‘ya know what we oughta try?
nukin China and killin all the fags’
drove down to the strip mall to buy some new clothes
get some faded blue jeans to camouflage my nose
happily i shop and save
who cares if it’s made by slaves?
capitalism, that’s just the way it goes
and i’m thinkin that i just can’t take it
and i’m wishin this was all just a dream
21st century blues you KNOW what i mean
sat down at my cubicle to do my daily load
feel my body disapate and my brain cells erode
unhappy with your pointless job?
middle class suburban snob
there’s a new McDonald’s hiring down the road
took a plane to the islands to get some peace and quiet
a thousand dark homeless kids on a steady begging diet
this hotel looks nice n safe
but i’m worried about my suitcase
the locals look about set to riot
and i’m feeling like i just can’t make it
and i’m feelin like i’m just gonna scream
21st century blues you KNOW what i mean
logged on to the internet to read my latest mail
porn sites, cheap drugz and erections that never fail
junk filter set on high
don’t know why i even try
the admen have sold the holy grail
went down to the pharmacy to get some headache pills
legalized brain freeze and a cure with no frills
when my turn it came to pay
i learned they took my plan away
Now how’m i s’possed to pay these gosh-darn bills?!
and i’m thinkin that i just can’t take it
and i’m wishin this was all just a dream
21st century blues you KNOW what i mean
picked up my cell phone there was a personoid on the line
pushing free web cams with extra weekend time
told the voice i’d have to pass
i don’t care if yer sellin ass
when i was young a call was just a dime
went down to the public house to cast my vote
exercise my birthright and try to rock the boat
all the booths out of order
red blue dividing border
the emperor’s bought a brand new coat
and i’m feeling like i just can’t make it
and i’m feelin like i’m just gonna scream
21st century blues you KNOW what i mean
52nd
LIFE
well he stayed
awake a hundred nights
chased a thousand dreams
hung his head, woke up dead
and wrote his life in scenes
40 days, 40
nights
locked up in his room
spent 5 years stuck in the ground
of a hideout Brooklyn Tomb
well he snorted coke
swallowed pills
smoked every night every day
but none of those drugs could make his problems go away
and he loved
all types of girls
with straight hair, braids, and curls
bought them fancy necklaces
and covered them with pearls
just another day in your 52nd life
runnin thru the timelines of space
52 tries to get it right and try to find your place
well he hung out with the Devil
and he held the hand of God
crossed over raging waters safe
thru a thousand lightning rods
and he walked the naked city
slept under the moon
drove on dark, desserted highways
chased by blazin spoons
and he lost his will to try
laid up, wasted and high
starin blind thru a flat screen
just wishin he knew how to cry
and he waited,
watched
gotten lost
gotten found again
back and forth, split in half
one more time again
just another day in your 52nd life
runnin thru the timelines of space
52 tries to get it right and try to find your place
52 lives passing by so never mind
the world’s a Dream of Diamonds tossed away
and falling thru the seams into the sea
just got to Be
FAMOUS
You're never
gonna be Famous
In History's book your Nameless
You're never gonna be
Ever gonna be
Your life is a TV show, movie, and a book
Wednesday night in the mirror working on your look
Practicing your interviews
Thinking 'bout the pills that you just took
Tried out for the Real World 27 times
Donald Trump, Paris Hilton - Personal friends of mine
Tabloid cover solo tour
Daily-Gossip-Paparazzi grind
You're never gonna be Famous
In History's book your Nameless
You're never gonna be
ever gonna be
Dylan had a strange voice but still had mass appeal
57 years old still no record deal
Pilferring thru your Public Image Looking for a good idea to steal
Picking out writers for your biography
Working on your Lifestyle documentary
Hundred-thousand Williamsburger Rock Stars
washed out to sea
You're never gonna be famous
In History's book your Nameless
Delusionary Dreamworld
Online Journal Blog
Personality Profile
Fashion Channel God
Malpractice Makeover
14 Minute Fame
Narcissism Napalm
Posing Plastic Pain
We're never gonna be Famous
We're never gonna be Famous
Never Gonna Be
Ever Gonna Be
BORN
IN THE CITY'S
Born
in the city’s favorite hole
walkin around in a blaze a gold
lookin for Someone to have that he'd never been had
Last of the fabled centuries
First of December '93
Indian winter i was cookin the sun in a bag
walked right down to the movie house
Finally asked you to ask me out
told you to meet up, under the bridge number 3
had a few hours a' time to kill
throwing stones by the sugar mill
thinkin about all the mythical heroes of history
4am i met you there
gave you jokes, cut your hair
saw you dancing in the street
felt your rhythm pulsing heat
WAKE UP!
breathe fire
slow burn daydream desire
born in a town made of glass
walkin around with a made-up past
chasin a train to the opposite side of his brain
silver shoes and a baseball hat
borrowed riffs and a stolen rap
weekend bender he was selling his soul for a chess game
sat at the bar like a gangster king
thinkin about some songs he could sing
drinkin his blues and watchin the bombs on the TV
making girls with his Angel Eyes
forking tongue and a game of lies
end of the night she was waiting for someone to be
makeout bars and yellow cars
everyone wanted to be a star
midnight heights, morning fights
watch the spinning disco lights
WAKE UP!
breathe fire
slow burn nightdream desire
HERE
COME THE FLOODS
Here come the,
Here come the Floods
the ground will be covered, tidal wave of Blood
Here come the, Here come the Rains
the tornadoes, earthquakes, and hurricanes
Here come the, Here come the Plagues
so fall down to your knees beg, plead, and pray
for this is the world’s final day
everything green has been ripped up,
chopped down, and covered grey. beautiful decay?
Everything good has been bought out used up
and thrown away. militant mindspray
danger’s lurking in the sky and subway
watch your back, jack, and keep your eyes and ears and
nose peeled for the devout insurgent sneak attack
anarchist evildoers comin round the back
fire up the jet planes, call in the swat team,
say a prayer to god, throw the dead bodies in a stack
rat-ta-tack-tat-tack
Here come the,
Here come the Floods
everyhouse house buried under 50 feet of mud
Here come the, Here come the Bombs
megatomic dustball, nuclear napalm
Here come the, Here come the Heat
the ice caps are meltin the government’s are
sleepin on their feet. at the secret hideout they meet
Prophesies are Politics. Profits for the Powereful
Policies for Pockets 10,000 feet deep
just keep hate in your heart and don’t ever lose sleep
while the Wrong lead the Right, Wicked lead the Sheep
and another rigged election with a clean moral sweep so just read the
news today no more bills to pay
God is on our side that’s what the preacher say
We’re gonna blow those bad guys away
hip-hip hip-hip Hooray
Here come the,
Here come the Floods
Here come the, Here come the Rains
Here come the, Here come the Guns
the people up top are insane
Here come the, Here come the Wars
Here come the, Here come the Fear
Here come the, Here come the Death
this is the end right here
Here come the,
Here come the Floods
all the ground covered in Blood
a trillion dead bodies in the mud
the coverage was sponsored by Bud
the made for TV movie was a dud
all the ground covered in water
chemical environmental slaughter
the end of the Son and the Daughter
all the world covered in fire
the whole human race destroyed by the last great Empire
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