You're a blues musician
Who confused his mission
Now you're on the wrong side of the road.

You used to pick up
all the folks that were down.
That was such a long time ago.

You started out right. / You knew wrong from right.
Your fiddle of gold / Used to carry a load.

You worship The Almighty
Whose holy books guide thee
And you speak the most evil words in town.

High and mighty
You don't feel slightly
Bad for all garbage you spread around.

You started out right. / You knew wrong from right.
Your fiddle of gold / Used to carry a load.

You keep on pickin'
But the power is kickin'
All us good folk under the heel.

You shouldn't be stickin'
With those boots you keep lickin'
Who murder, rape, lie and steal.

You started out right. / You knew wrong from right.
Your fiddle of gold / Used to carry a load.

A Real Gem

The one who says "what is mine is mine, and what is yours is yours" -- that's a medium temperament. And there are some who say that is the temperament of Sodom. (Ethics of Our Fathers 5:10)

What's mine is mine. What's yours is yours.
We draw the line and close the doors.
We feed ourselves. We close our eyes.
We see ourselves as worthy guys.

Class warfare—it isn't right.
How dare you make fair! Why cause a fight?
The gilded age. You can rent to own.
Till you use your rage, we won't be overthrown.

We are the Late Stage Sodomites.
The poor and sick ignore our plights.
They steal our food stamps; never stop.
Always eat my chips and drink my pop.

Eat your gruel from the pennies you earn.
Breathe the fumes from the land we burn.
No one can stop us, the market is just.
We ride capital gains while you take the bus.

We are the Late Stage Sodomites.
The poor and sick ignore our plights.
They steal our food stamps; never stop.
Always eat my chips and drink my pop.

Sodomites of The Late Stage

This song is dedicated to all those who have enough power to be comfortable.

Calm down and lighten up.
It's going to be okay.
I'm tired of hearing all your moaning.
It's not as bad as you say.

With a good attitude,
You don't have to be rude,
Express it in a civil way.

It's the first I've heard—not the worst, I'm sure—
Of people doing this sort of thing.
Both sides do it, the last guy blew it,
So save your arrows and slings.

I'm a centrist, a centrist—
I'm not a bad guy.
Let's have unity
And you can see
Being blinded in only one eye.

Let us good men do nothing,
And things will work themselves out.
Thoughts and prayers! Best wishes!
Mind your manners! Please don't shout!

Of course you can protest,
but on your own time.
It's not a contest,
'Cuz we're all doing fine.

Both sides bother me equally!
There are no villains and victims for me!
A matter of opinion, a matter of taste—
Submit your grievances legally!

I'm a centrist, a centrist—
I'm not a bad guy.
Let's have unity
And you can see
With a fork stuck half in your eye.

Unity (Ballad of the Centrist)

He told you what to believe.
He told you what you believed.
You left me sick.
You left me all on my own.

He's your dream.
He's always been your dream.
His game is cruel.
His game has always been cruel.

But this is not about him.
You left me down.
You let me down.

He has might.
But I have right.
And you and I will never be the same.

Did you get what you want?
Did you get what you want?

You lifted me up.
You threw me away.
You were once so high.
I can't look you in the eye.

Don't tell me to chill.
I have no fucking chill.
You let this go on.
While he kills.

He's killing us.
He's killing you.
You can't see.

I can't bring you back.
You're never coming back.
When he's gone.
You're never coming back.
Please come back.
Please come back.

Did you get what you want?
Did you get what you want?

Did You Get What You Want?

I share your feelings
My lefty leanings
Then I feel disjointed and
You're disappointing to me.

I share your feelings
My Zionist leanings
Then I feel disjointed and
You're disappointing to me.

What's your shitty opinion?
I didn't mean to offend ya.
Who is pure? I can't be sure.
You're pretty woke for a bloke.
But I don't even know ya.

And now each one of 'em is tainted.
He's the devil not a saint, yeah.
We're tribal with a bible.
Who do think is the victim?
That depends who picked 'em!

Keep choosing sides.
We're not unified.
I'm all on my own.
No one throws me a bone.
No one speaks to my interest,
Till I sing the ballad of the centrist.

Purity

Trolling the normies
You're an anti-conformie
Your 4Chan brain
Sees the Jews as a stain
And that's too alt-right for-me.

Facebook's a game
You can fan the flames
By your words I can't see
If you're against Nazis
Your online persona's the same.

Trolling the Normies

In The Ethics of Our Fathers
You and I have read
The rules we must abide
Because our teachers said
"Pray for the welfare
of the government,
Because if not
For the fear of it,
Man would swallow
His weaker fellow."
Is that what you meant?
Is that what you meant?

Rabbi Chanina,
with humility and respect,
I can't understand
How you can subject
Your people to the whims
Of the strongest and richest
To keep us from the jaws
Of the next ones to catch us

The people's history
Shows us blistering
Genocide and violence
Keeping victims silent
Government monstrosities
Committing legal atrocities

Pray for the powerful?
Why do we pray for the powerful?
In this moment, how can we pray for the powerful?

A man needs no
Heavenly condition
To swallow his fellow whole
With legal permission.
Favoring stability
Is blind to the ability
Of the power that's rotten
To crush the souls at the bottom
Forget the President
Forget the Czar
Things aren't good enough
The way they are

He who grants salvation to kings and dominion to rulers,
Whose kingdom is a kingdom spanning all eternity,
Who releases David, His servant, from the evil sword,
Who places a road in the sea and a path in the mighty waters,

May He bless the widows and the orphans, and all the destitute souls of this land.

May He bless the workers and immigrants, sick and the feeble,
Arabs and Hebrews of this land.

May He bless all the gender identifications and expressions of body and love,
All the colors of skin, and the cultures within and the native tribes of this land.

The King who reigns over kings in his mercy may he protect them from every
trouble, woe, and injury, may he rescue them and save them.

And put into our hearts compassion to do good with each other.
So may it be His will, and let us say: Amen.

Prayer for the Powerless

Proverbs 3:24, 3:26

אִם־תִּשְׁכַּ֥ב לֹֽא־תִפְחָ֑ד וְ֝שָׁכַבְתָּ֗ וְֽעָרְבָ֥ה שְׁנָתֶֽךָ׃
When you lie down, you won't be afraid;
You will lie down, and your sleep will be sweet.

כִּֽי־יְ֭הוָה יִהְיֶ֣ה בְכִסְלֶ֑ךָ וְשָׁמַ֖ר רַגְלְךָ֣ מִלָּֽכֶד׃
Your trust in Hashem will be pure;
He will keep your footing sure.

When You Lie Down

I Smelled a Shit on the CTA

Trying to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable. Also, working out a few issues.

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