LYRICS: "no jobs, no bosses"
middle class workers feeling real spent, worshiping paper dead presidents. beaten and convinced, that our existence is a role of subservience. fattened up for the ovens with persistent fatigue and despondence by the hand that feeds. this is more than just a simple class struggle, its a fucking war. 40 hours a week for 40 years of yr life for 30 percent of yr pension. this is more than just a simple class struggle, its a fucking war. white collar, blue collar, i don’t want a fucking collar. this is more than just a simple class struggle, its a fucking war. what a tragic opera, manipulation through dependence, suckers for currency. lady justice is dead, cash is king. execute the executive, smash the scales. lets give the rich a new place to vacation. lets put em in the ground, lets put em in the ground. i mean fucking war. out of our homes, into their offices. out of our pockets, into their skulls.

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No Jobs, No Bosses

LYRICS: "with love comes hostility (small hands/big fists)"
broken glass in the bedroom, you sabotage yourself just like i do. everything was great so you had to go. i wish i didn’t understand but i truly do. well i guess that everyone was right about you. plaster from the hole in the wall ingrained in my swollen fist, all because of some dirty drugs and one big mistake of a kiss. well was it worth it? i just cannot accept yr violence. i took all yr pretty little things and i put em in a box, ended our love contract with a brand new deadbolt lock. you really left me no other choice. call me a bastard but i really fucking hope you miss my hairy chest, my drunken rants and my sleek black dress. i hope yr haunted with the sound of a typewriter tapping when you try to sleep. we all die alone but that’s okay because we all have love one time. thanks to you i will never die in vain.

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With Love Comes Hostility (Small Hands Big Fists)

LYRICS: "tv set sleep slurpie"
they got me sipping on my tv set slurpie, they got me sipping pretty images. minorities belong in the jail cells, the queers just need to find jesus, rich white studs the leading role, money is god and god is good. they got me sipping on my tv set slurpie, they got me sipping pretty images. sisters a short waist sex object, sonnys a football star soldier boy, mommys on a diet in the kitchen, money is god and god is good. nobody is ugly, nobody is fat, you can be just like them if you buy this and that. sedated by signals, couch cushion sinking sand. entertained and quiet, couch cushion sinking sand. comatose consumer, couch cushion sinking sand. political smoke and mirror muppet show, what’s a jihad? what’s a war? political smoke and mirror muppet show, nothings happening, im fat and happy. political smoke and mirror muppet show, blame the patsy! blame the patsy! political smoke and mirror muppet show, nothings happening, i’m fat and happy. there is no yellow brick road just a wizard of oz. kill the talking light box, strip it off its copper. don’t let the waves take you, dog paddle to the book store. enough of this garbage, tune in, turn off the program. enough of this garbage, someone change the channel, someone change the channel. enough of this garbage, tune in, turn off the program. enough of this garbage. five thousand different channels. opium. five thousand different channels. nothings on. five thousand different channels. opium. five thousand different channels. im still bored.

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TV Set Sleep Slurpie

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"i ate jonathan swift" 

free range or in a cage its all the fucking same, grab yr forks and eat yr children its time for a change. i am suggesting a modest proposal. shackled and prodded, there is pain in yr products, so what’s the big fucking difference? you already swallow yr sense. i am suggesting a modest proposal, lets have the kiddies over for dinner. what’s cooking in the kitchen? Smells real nice. what’s cooking in the kitchen? oooh tasty. what’s cooking in the kitchen? oh lemme get another bite of that! forget they used to have lives, toss out yr diapers and sharpen yr knives. fix the population with yr diet, well you cant go knocking it until you've gone and tried it. i am suggesting a modest proposal, lets have the kiddies over for dinner.

released 01 February 2012

I Ate Jonathan Swift

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"bad lil doggie" 

self inflicted realities clogging up my head. i’m a big fat baby who wets the bed. i did this to myself, i don’t like the tune and i composed it. i did this to myself, regrets making me sick to my stomach. i did this to myself, i did this to myself. responsibility burning like a knife in my belly. sick with emotions and a grief that im too weak to face. i get drunk to forget but i will never learn how to forgive. its hard to stay strong when you know you're wrong. i just can't help it, i’m a bad lil doggie. i don’t like my leash, so i break and bite everything. nobody wants to house me, so they put me in a cage. mistakes, mistakes, i make em, i made em. mistakes, mistakes, i am a product of them. somethings you just cant escape. every mangy mutt eats his own shit. captain goes down with the ship. i will probably never be happy, i am a butcher of myself. i kicked the chair out from underneath me, then complained about the noose. i bet it all on me and i was bluffing. cant you see i‘m the crucified, the crucifier and the crucifix. baby, i’m my own damn judas. i am alone when im in my head, its just me and my grief ridden consciousness. i cant help it, i cant help it, i‘m a bad lil doggie. i cant help it, i cant help it, i’m a bad lil doggie.

released 01 February 2012

Bad Lil Doggie

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"nephilim" 

i heard there’s a man who lives upstairs, i heard he’s a real asshole, a real shitty dad. i heard there’s a man who lives upstairs, well he’s the talk of the town but aint no one ever seen him. i heard there’s a man who lives upstairs, claims he loves his sons but he constantly punishes em. fuck you and yr carnival tricks, i will not follow in the footsteps of the foolish, i will not worship the words of the treacherous, i will not bow to any idol or monument. every king must be dethroned and every mystic burned. i heard there’s a man who lives upstairs, says he’s got all the answers but he’s always testing us. i heard there’s a man who lives upstairs, who leaves his children unattended in a garden full of snakes. fucking asshole, not my maker, shitty dad, not my savior. how you could you demand their faithful prayers but then never answer them? how could you take yr servant cities, how could you take their sons? pied piper playing judge with his shit eating grin, i will not live in trembling fear of yr wicked wraths. well I’m ready for you, for whatever plagues you bring. i double dog dare yeh, come and bring the flood. how could you take yr servant cities, how could you take their sons? i double dog dare yeh, come and bring the flood.

released 01 February 2012

Claudine de Culam