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Human Punk
02:50
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HUMAN PUNK
“Why is it so important that we be humiliated, with such ingenuity and at such great expense? We never thought we were such hot stuff in the first place.” – Kurt Vonnegut, ‘Timequake’
No divine presence ever touched us
No miracle let us talk in tongues
Now you spend your days praying, crying
For forgiveness just for being human
You’ve made it clear you will not rest until
You’ve sussed out –
What does God say?
The human punk is an animal
The human punk is unconditional
The human punk loves those who keep sinning
Over and over again
God’s good children are playing outside
Learning to cheat, learning to hate, learning to fight
Why do we rejoice in pointless suffering?
What does God say?
The human punk adorns my walls
The human punk never fails to rock my World
The human punk is always listening
The human punk is a God worth worshipping
The human punk is an addict:
An adrenaline-junkie, class-A mentalist
The human punk is ready to die to keep the rock ‘n’ roll
Rock ‘n’ roll dream alive
They told me to burn my books and my CDs
And that my friends were a satanic, evil influence on me
And you say rock and roll destroys the soul?
I say, “BITE ME”
What does God say?
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Strobe
02:40
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STROBE
“As long as you can still be disappointed, you are still young” – Sarah Churchill
“How you been doing?” she said
I said, “Done nothing, usual thing.”
Cue silence
She smiles, I shrug, she walks away
“That’s one, two, three, four, five years covered, then…”
When did I become predictable?
Strobe
Flickering
On and off again
While you played human cannonball to a small World
I’ve gone nowhere fast in a big town and stayed alone
Just wasting other people’s space
24/7, 365
Finding new ways to stay off my face
When did I become…
Go!
Strobe
Flickering
On and off again
Strobe
We are the living dead
We are the living dead
Dead by 30.
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Car Crash For A Soul
03:19
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CAR CRASH FOR A SOUL
“Live fast, live forever” – The Dawn Parade
Skilled, professional teams have created,
In magnificent sweatshops,
This gold-plated
Plastic gangster with a car crash for a soul
Keep the motor running
Let the good times roll
On over the precipice
My life came flat-packed
Inside it’s falling to pieces
But the surface remains intact
At the drive-in with a car crash for a soul
You call this a party?
It feels like a funeral
And we thought we’d died alone
These brain-dead functions never felt like fun
And now’s the time for us to say,
“If we’re gonna crash, they’re gonna pay”
Tonight we shine so bright
Tonight we kill the light
Our star is rising
Yours is falling
Shopping’s just like sex in pornos:
Urgent and joyless
I’m so modern everything is pointless
With this smashed-up, burned out car crash for a soul
There’s no big “fuck you”
We just lost all self-control
And we thought we’d died alone
These branded boxes never felt like home
And now’s the time for us to say,
“If they’re gonna screw these corpses, they’re gonna pay”
Tonight we shine so bright
Tonight we kill the light
Our star is rising
Yours is falling.
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Infinite Chinese Box
03:12
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INFINITE CHINESE BOX
“See, unlike most social phenomena, all the punk violence was directed at itself. People weren’t hurting others – they were hurting themselves to get at others… It was saying, ‘You want to hurt me? Well, fuck you. And fuck your friends, too, because I can hurt me more than you could ever hope to.’” – Julian Cope, ‘Head On’
On a speedway
Crashing your car
To see your face drop
Who is the victim?
You’re awaiting my transmission
An infinite Chinese box to get lost in
All that you see is a replay
Every time you close your eyes, I’m there
Crashing over and over again
An infinite Chinese box to get lost in
Deal you in
Cash you out
Deal you in
Crash you out.
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Roadkill
03:56
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ROADKILL
“Your life collided with mine… and you simply failed to survive the wreckage.” – Poppy Z. Brite, ‘Exquisite Corpse’
Did I see our star collapsing
Or was it my imagination?
We’ve been crushed and we’ve been broken
Still we stand
The Earth is flat and full of corpses
We fuck our sisters to stop the bleeding
Another careless copulation
Another gaping mouth to feed
It’s no wonder we all break beneath the weight of our regret
Like Chinese water torture it goes drip, drip, drip, drip
The best thing about the past is that it’s already gone
So you don’t have to nail yourself to someone else’s cross
We don’t kill to cure the boredom
We like our vengeance to be painless
So we just sit and watch the roadkill
Take it time and time again
This backward life is just existence
We always hoped people would forget
But like the stink and my erection
These things never go away
It takes strength to stand this straight beneath the weight of our regret
Like Chinese water torture it goes drip, drip, drip, drip
The best thing about the past is that it’s already gone
So you don’t have to nail yourself to someone else’s cross
Anymore
We love you so much it should make us puke
But we don’t eat ‘cause we’re too cool
And when the cupboards are all empty
And the table is bare
And the hand that rocked the cradle rules the World
And we’ve been wiped out
We eat roadkill.
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Personal Politics
04:13
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PERSONAL POLITICS
“The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted, uncared for and deserted by everybody.” – Mother Theresa
It’s not intent that makes us liars
But desire to please
And be more than we ever could be
In a million years
And all our failures are demons
We must conquer if we are to be strong
It’s not just the looks that make these eyes sore
It’s the lifestyle, baby
Not everybody gets to win
But I will win, ‘cause I can win
Yeah, I will beat this thing for you
I will conquer
I will learn to be strong
But it’s just words that count for nothing
Personal politics
Empty words
It’s just pointless words that make us liars
Oh, we do it every time
Hack, hack away at your demons
But they still eat you alive
Now you’ve seen more than you wanted to know
You use staples to keep your eyes closed
People talk
People talk and talk
They go on and on and on
But it’s just words that count for nothing
Personal politics
Empty words
It’s just pointless words that make us liars
Oh, we do it every time
I’d do anything for self-control sometimes
Death to all liars.
Death to us all.
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Talk Hard
03:36
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TALK HARD
“People who get nostalgic about childhood were obviously never children.” – Bill Watterson, ‘Calvin & Hobbes Yukon Ho!’
I am not washed-up
I should believe I am but I do not
I still read all their ungraded hatemail
Fourteen long years of school
And all I learned was to fail
But I am not proud
To rot with that crowd
‘Cause I am stronger
I was born in a force ten gale
It takes more than hot air to blow the wind out of my sails
And my eyesight’s poor
But I am the future
Hear me roar
And get ready to talk hard
Know this: your head is not empty
So talk hard
You can do anything you feel
“Toilet-trained and dumb”
When we first talk we learn by rote,
“We are scum
“We come from nothing? That’s what we deserve”
Classrooms crowded with robots
We are Goebbels’ children
But we’re not down yet
Don’t let them forget
That we are stronger
You were born
‘Til the day you die, you are alive
While you’ve got the time
At least try to justify yourself
The buck stops with you and no-one else
So get ready to talk hard
Know this: your head is not empty
So talk hard
You can do anything you feel.
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Scream For Me
03:04
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SCREAM FOR ME
“Envy provides the mud that failure throws at success.”
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Don't Speak My Mind
04:29
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DON’T SPEAK MY MIND
“I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.” – Chuck Swindoll
We have all the time in the World
We have all the time in the World
We’re two of a kind, you and me
We stare blind and stupid
At a sky that refuses to fall
Two grown people sharing half a brain
In our many-splendored vacuum we remain
‘Til, still asleep, we suffocate
Mutually masturbate
But neither of us comes
The future is now, boy
Let’s get it on
And believe it: I’m leaving
I’m leaving
Don’t speak my mind
Don’t speak my mind
‘Cause you don’t know me at all
Instead of wasting time with the rise and fall
We stay grounded and never rise at all
Well, we’ll have all the time in the World to confess
When we’re dead and gone
And almost as useless
The future is now, boy
Let’s get it on
And believe it: I’m leaving
I’m leaving
Don’t speak my mind
Don’t speak my mind
‘Cause you don’t know me at all
Don’t speak my mind.
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Miss Black America
04:43
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MISS BLACK AMERICA
“Those who restrain desire,
Do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained” – William Blake
You used to be the life and soul
Now you practice and preach self-control
Yeah, you are obsessed with privacy but there’s none
Six billion mobile phones
There’s no escape
Trust no-one
Shout it out until your blood runs cold
Shout it out until your lungs explode
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”
What happened to your urge to destroy
And your mission to bring the noise?
Two young boys wanking over atlases
Six billion empty heads
Death to the living dead
Shout it out until your blood runs cold
Shout it out until your lungs explode
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”
Shout it out, “They won’t take us alive
“We are beyond embarrassment
“We want real lives
“And we’ll get them, yes, you’ll see”
So, shout it out
Shout a hard thing and a mean thing
Let the hatred flow free
Be an obscene thing
Be obscene
I am Miss Black America.
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Montana
08:10
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MONTANA
We thought big ‘cause we felt little
And scared the future would leave us behind
We would find joy through acquisition
These happy days would not be yours or mine until
We got it all
Faster than a rabbit gets fucked
But inside we’re still us
We acted cheap to gather riches
We took the American dream to bed
And woke up impotent with sickness
The weight of all the World rests on our empty heads
We got it all
What the hell do they mean when they say,
“You know, darling: something’s got to give.”
What they don’t know
Cannot hurt them
We must tell them
We must tell them.
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