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false punks
you can catch em acting at your local coffee shop
while drunk bums
slobber in the alley, singing songs to major tom
and all while time
slithers by
creatures crawl
children cry
slum lords
hiking up your rent although your roof is almost gone
while a mean lawyer
rolls a 'rolls that's likely making up for his short dong
and all while time
slides right by
branches fall
old folks die
i'm aware
this is all a hollow stupor
(that's what they say)
and we're devoid
of meaning in the grander scheme of time
(hm, yeah)
save your ways
but know - there may be nothing waiting
(you may be right)
face the fuckin facts, man
false punks
you'll still catch em acting at your local coffee shop
while rich boy scum
are foaming from the tongue while groping comatosed broads
and all while time
slithers by
creatures crawl
old folks cry
and all my time
slides right by
nations fall
children die
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Yellow Belly
01:47
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yellow belly, move
now i'm thinking back to the dirtbike track
man, i was a sorry little jerk
a dirty little brat in a cowboy hat
swung my little brother by his shirt
you didn't make a move on him
make a move on
i wanna make a move
but how?
time i saw it going on
and thought i'd go and tell my mom
he already had his face down in the rocks
and i never saw another fire
like that of my mother's
as she yanked the little fucker from his socks
go on
make a move on him
make a move on him
yellow belly, do something!
come on, move!
go on
make a move on him!
make a move on it!
come on, man
and do something!
yellow belly!
go on, make a move on him!
make a move on it!
come on, man
and do something!
come on, move!
thirty minutes in the dark
while crossing spencer into warrick
i cried and pressed my face against the glass
and if i ever am a sissy
like i was again in chrisney
i hope some cowboy kicks me in my ass
go on make a move on him
go on
make a move on him!
make a move on it!
come on, man
and do something!
yellow belly!
go on, make a move on him!
make a move on it!
come on, man
and do something!
yellow belly!
go on, make a move on it!
make a move on it!
come on, man
and do something!
come on, move!
come on, move!
come on, move!
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3. |
Blessing Of Collections
03:16
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bills, bills, bills, bills, bills
piling high
try and climb that hill
then you die
wanna pave a better way of life?
you might find
the remainder of your days
a slave you're going to stay
to bills
bills, bills, bills, bills, bills
don't you know
it was god's great will
to impose
the blessing of collections on our backs?
that's why
just a couple days
after man had left his cave
the dude who made the wheel said:
"okay, it's time to pay your bills"
caveman: but what is bill?
collector: it's your new god, sucker!!! forget that fire sky, mother moon bullshit and pay me!!! PAY ME!!!
bills, bills, bills, bills, bills
that's what i said
sleep, work, pay your bills
then you're dead
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my yemeni baby got killed by a predator drone
my yemeni baby got killed by a predator drone
yeah she was just doing what she does
then come that unforgiving buzz
and it squashed her where she was
and now she's gone
you shoulda seen that alloy soldier
come swooping down from the sky
yeah you shoulda seen that soarin yankee
come snooping up from behind
oh no she didn't have a chance
that little fucker made her dance!
and then he splat her like an ant
and here she lies
but can i blame those UAVs
for offing my sweet yemeni?
her breathing air was just a breach
on national security
but oh man a name don't mean a thing
when you just spray em through a screen
and it's a shame
but it's the key
to saving folks like you and me
my yemeni baby got killed by a predator drone
(sweet habibi - my sweet yemeni)
she had it coming all along
i mean, she lived in a predator zone
(sweet habibi - my sweet yemeni)
she shoulda listened to what i said
and took them blankets off her head
but now she's wrapped up in em dead
and i'm alone
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6. |
Green River Valley
03:58
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well my mother and her father
live in the same county
and my dad's dad
he lives in one up north
and i can't help but to think of my own father
when i see that none of them speak anymore
well the factories spewed out poison
through the valley
and it gave my grandad cancer
in his blood
and when i heard my father cry
through the phone on a hot, june day
it made me feel like he was my own son
and i thought about that old green river valley
as i let my tears flow hard like the river
and sometimes i sit down by that dirty river
and if i lived there now,
more often times i would
and i tell her that i'll always come and see her
but she knows i'll never stay again for good
and i sit there in that old green river valley
as i feel my time pass by like the river
and when i'm old and come back
to the valley
i'll find both of my parents resting there
and though they're gone
i'll know my son
had known them
as i watch that valley wind blow through his hair
and i'll stand there in that old green river valley
and i'll watch my life go on like the river
i'll stand there in that old green river valley
and i'll let my life flow on like the river
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