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there was a time I wasn't certain
there was a time I came undone
there was a time I didn't know where to go
I walked alone, but was somehow noticed
characterized as an outcast at best
disillusioned and distraught, i thought my better days have gone to rest
the evils of suburbia
there's no escape, there's no hiding
so I found a way to go
where judgments are always accepted
but don't define who you are or where you came from
sing a song with all your heart and all your soul
and that's how punk rock saved my life
point your life in a better direction
use your frustrations as a tool
make or break in politics
and love may find its way through
the troubles that I have seen
alcohol, violence, death, and greed
if summed up as atrocities
fuel for thought and fuel to feed
so I found a way to go
where judgments are always accepted
but don't define who you are or where you came from
sing a song with all your heart and all your soul
and that's how punk rock saved my life
Hey, hey, hey!
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2. |
A Stroll Through My Mind
03:16
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Stepping out into the world, I take a look around
But wherever I turn my head, I’m staring at the ground
My head is getting wet while the clouds are getting grayer
I try to run away but I’m just following the weather
Finally I find a place that no ones been before
Because they’ve never wondered what’s behind this closed door.
Alone with my thoughts and the walls are closing in
Just to realize what kind of mess I’m in.
It seems to me, that I need to leave
I guarantee, I guarantee, I guarantee I’m running out of time x2
Once I find the knob, I climb up to my feet
Walk back out the door and out into the street
Head in my hands, I try to run away
But I’m going in circles, just like everyday
It seems to me that I need to leave
I guarantee, I guarantee, I guarantee I’m running out of time x2
My pace is slow I gotta pick it up, my time is up I gotta give it up
I guarantee, I guarantee, I guarantee I’m running out of time x2
I’m running out of time.
I guarantee, I guarantee, I guarantee I’m running out of...
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BLM
02:39
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What separates us is not skin deep
Just a country built on a color scheme
With rebel yells, apartheid seeps
To the plains and valleys to kill our dreams
Some scrub until they bleed
But they’re never going to come clean
The secret of their sin is trapped inside their skin
With a belief that they’ll never win
hands up, can’t breathe, it’s time to stand for what I believe
It’s a country that’s coming apart at the seams
With the bullet holes that come from police
The winds of change have gone stagnant
As the streets fill with their riots
Yet they’re condemned, yet they’re depicted
As criminals and thugs that don’t have a reason
To cry, to shout, to stand for what they believe
hands up, can’t breathe, it’s time to stand for what I believe
The time has come to unite as one. The time has come we’re not giving up x3
All lives matter? Well fucking duh
But not all lives are being hunted down
Open your eyes, open your ears
This discrimination has gone on for years
B L M
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4. |
Big Business
02:30
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I walk down the street decorated with crumbled concrete and garbage disposed of
By angry citizens and spoiled teenage dreams
I listen to yells of the innocent victims who are forced to sit back and pray for the best
Though it never comes and everyone can’t help but laugh
It’s not alright with me, no it’s not alright with me
Many can stage that they’ve been deceived and feign disbelief.
The sun tries to blind us with misleading rays and masks to disguise so we don’t look both ways
To face the fact that nothing stays the same
I try to talk back and try to reason but they turn their heads and refuse to hear
That the methods of the industry has them under control
It’s not alright with me, no it’s not alright with me
Many can stage that they’ve been deceived and feign disbelief.
I see them all the time. Their faces mimic the stares of thousands of years
Brainwashed and beaten until they smile ear to ear
All to exploit and advance their careers, it’s american business affairs
I refuse to go down and doctor your views. I find them as misleading and as putrid as you
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5. |
Mar-A-Lago's Flood
04:15
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There’s a monster we’ve never seen before washed up upon the shore
Make a sudden move and we’ve lost
The waves crashing on the beach, the water splashing over me
It’s such a sight that we can not believe
And mar-a-lago’s flood will have us all turn to God
And the monster will proclaim it is him
The swamp is now swarming with the generals and their armies
And they’re making hostages out of their own men.
Ooh mar-a-lago’s flood, it’s such a sight that we can not believe
Ooh mar-a-lago’s flood, and it’s him against me.
I’ve seen beatings, I’ve seen stabbings, I’ve seen shootings,
I’ve been standing in the middle of it all.
The swamp is still rising and the red flag’s not subsiding
It’s time to decide whether we rise or fall
Well I’ve come to see the light, though it doesn’t shine too bright
I’ll definitely take it either way
Because this democracy has turned into hypocrisy
And people at my right thinking it’s okay
Ooh mar-a-lago’s flood, it’s such a sight that we cannot believe
Ooh mar-a-lago’s flood, dammit it’s reached DC
Everybody here’s got a responsibility to stand up to this fucker with firm tenacity
When we take him down, we can stand as one and put up with his army until the war is done
Ooh mar-a-lago’s flood, it’s such a sight that we cannot believe
Ooh mar-a-lago’s flood, and it’s him against me
Ooh mar-a-lago’s flood, there’s no way out
Ooh mar-a-lago’s flood, and it’s time to count down
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SHCS
01:43
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I’m tired of your shit, your selfishness, I’ve had enough
You piss and whine fucking all the time and then you break the trust
You carry this facade like you really give a shit
Just to come to find that you’ve really been smoking dick
Breaking down, breaking down
Well, I guess you’re nothing without me
Breaking down, down, down
It's sad but true
Breaking down, Breaking down
You can smoke that shit without my
Breaking down, down, down
I’m done with you
When you said stay up with me, and you promptly fell asleep
When you said let’s hang out and then I’m left without a sound
It’s filling up your lungs and, fuck, I really hope you choke
Cuz I’m sick of breathing in your secondhand cocksmoke
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7. |
Body Built By Beer
01:31
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She said that I’m not chunky
I’m just an alcoholic drunky
I shake my head and sip my can
Take another shot and make my last stand
I get up and exhale and drink my hopped wheat ale
She sat down and sheds a tear
This is a body built by beer.
She left the house it’s safe to say
I grab another IPA
I went and put a record on
And sing those self assuring songs
The straight edge life is not for me
I only play songs sung by Fear
This is a body built by beer
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8. |
Through The Cracks
02:20
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a drifting thought
a passing phase
a vague memory of a better day
tossed aside
left behind
no turning back for piece of mind
stumbling on
I test my greatest insights
words expressed through anger, stress, and loneliness
it's soaking in
long debates with my fate and everything I've ever lived for
where am I now?
socially
in retreat
tongue so tight
one day it might
finally burst
find myself in descent
from anger, stress and loneliness
its soaking in
some may say I've fallen down beneath the cracks
and I'm looking at you now
through the ground
a wallflower in decay
sifting through wind and dreary haze
I find my place
next to another who's found peace
in alcohol and apathy, admit defeat
in the fight to keep hope alive
keep everything inside
blanket each thought with sugarcoated remarks
until adult onset disbelief drags you down to your knees
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