CHORUS:
You can't hide whatever's inside that hurts you
When you're pointing your finger at someone else
You can find whatever's inside that hurts you
When you're running away from someone else, someone else, someone else

CHORUS

You really f**ked with my head
Sometimes I wish you were dead but you're not
So I've got to kill the part of you
That's stabbing at the wound inside of me
Because you make me hate myself
Make me want to tear out my insides
Make me want to scream
Until there's nothing left, nothing left
Inside, inside

CHORUS

I've got to learn how not to hate
So I can feel again without my feelings turning into rage
I've got to learn to regain faith
In myself and in the people who truly give a f**k
Soon enough I'll be way over you
You'll be hurting someone but it won't be me
And never again will I lose touch with
The way I feel and the way I am
Inside, inside

CHORUS

Bad Feelings [Explicit]

Anger turned inward is depression, or is it?  Canadian YouTuber Emily Fisher reports.

Anger Inward (Interlude #10)

(Not blaming the victim here, but trying to let potential victims learn how they are being manipulated to victimize themselves and their communities. With the newfound self-esteem and solidarity instilled by the current anti-racist movement, every community of every color will benefit!)

Maestro -- Can we have a house-rockin' beat now?  GO!

(Trevor Noah on Reparations)

There is no way to say what I wanna say
But I'm gonna make a stab at it anyway

Well the money machine has got its gleam
But not if you're black and you're 17
And living in the city where there ain't no jobs
And the police and the President are ugly slobs
Who want more prisons and want more guns
Which they get buy cutting back on college funds
By keeping you poor they keep you their slave
Who's gotta play their game from cradle to GRAVE!

CHORUS:  
Cradle to grave (x3)
Cradle to...

(Malcolm X on police brutality)

They put up billboards for expensive liquor
That say if you wanna have sex you've gotta pick her
Up a fifth of some brand that impresses her
The ads are everywhere putting on the pressure
And you see on TV all the Porches and Audis
Which you can't get even if you say PLEASE!
By making you want they're keeping you a slave
Who's gotta play their game from cradle to GRAVE!

CHORUS

(MLK Jr. on discrimination and poverty)

Your heroes got gold chains around their necks
Which they got by rappin' about money and sex
So you start selling crack to take up the slack
For the hole in your pocket where there should be cash
Then your money goes to buy expensive cars and booze
And with 14 karat chains you're ready to cruise
But those chains are the chains of a new kind of slave
Who's gotta play their game from cradle to grave

CHORUS x3

And if you're so smart why don'cha come up with an answer to that one -- HUH!!

New Chains

SEANinHD serves up his views on crime in the black community.

Black On Black (Interlude #9)

It's just a matter of faith
You can leave the driving to us
Our qualified experts will guide
And they say that we need more guns

Oh-oh-oh-oh

You know the world's a dangerous place
The 3rd world in our back yard
We must spread the multinational message
Give them democracy or give them death

Oh-oh-oh-oh

CHORUS:
Under control 
It's under control
Under control 
It's under control
Under control 
It's under control
Under control 
So don't ask any questions
Fall in line, fall in line
Fall in line, fall in line
Fall in line, fall in line
Fall in line, FALL IN LINE!

It's time to fall in line
You must protect our interests
Corporations need more profits
And you'll fight for their right to grow

Oh-oh-oh-oh

You know war is good business
It opens up new markets
And we get to use our guns
Put our investment to work

Oh-oh-oh-oh

CHORUS

We've got to protect our interests
By killing people in 3rd world countries
Those peasants are getting uppity
Just like in Viet Nam

Under Control

Richard Painter paints a grim picture of the U.S. in 2018.

Banana Republican (Interlude #8)

In the timbers of Fennario
The wolves are running round
The winter was so hard and cold
Froze ten feet 'neath the ground

CHORUS:
Don't murder me
I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me

I sat down to my supper
'twas a bottle of red whisky
I said my prayers and went to bed
That's the last they saw of me

CHORUS

When I awoke, the Dire Wolf
Six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning at my window
All I said was come on in

CHORUS

The Wolf came in, I got my cards
We sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades
But the cards were all the same

CHORUS

PAINED SCREAM

In the backwash of Fennario
The black and bloody mire
The dire wolf collects his due
While the boys sing round the fire

CHORUS x2

Dire Wolf

Dead On (Interlude #7)

It's about emotional as well as physical cleanliness.

CHORUS:
Soap, soap, soap (It's no joke)
Soap, soap

Dirty dishes fill the kitchen
A coat of scum on the floor
I could really use a shower
And a couple clean clothes

I keep telling myself
That the only limit to perfection is time
So death is the ultimate reason
That I'll never come perfectly clean

CHORUS

I'll never be in movies
It's hard to keep a job
When appearance is key
I'm just another slob

I keep telling myself
That it's a matter of priorities
If I didn't have more important things to do
I'd be sparkling clean all the time

Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap
Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap
(It's no joke)

Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap
Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap
(It's no joke)

Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap
Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap
(It's no joke)

Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap, soap

YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!!

Soap

Ronald Reagan has something very exciting to tell you!

Lather Up!

She had that perfect tan
The kind that makes you wanna suck it
I had the perfect attitude
The kind that says f-f-f-f-forget it

CHORUS:
Please don't ask me to explain
Please don't ask me to explain
Please don't ask me to explain
Please don't ask me to explain

Sometimes I'm walking down the street
And I just want to tear off
Everybody's faces
Tear off their faces, tear off their faces
Tear off their faces, tear off their faces
Tear off their faces, tear off their faces

I went home and ripped some skin
To see if I was like the rest
But then I got undressed
I really felt like I was someone else

CHORUS

Sometimes I cannot see a reason
To even try to relate
With anybody else
See no reason, see no reason
See no reason, see no reason
See no reason, see no reason

Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask
Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask

CHORUS

Don't Ask

Ever feel like you really aren't yourself?  Sarah Clifford teaches from a script by Simone Taylor.

Dissociation (Interlude #5)

A song meant to bury the 1980s still has relevance in the 2020s.
lyrics
Just so sick of this hip flip shit, uh huh, uh huh
This new age scene has really hit the pits, uh huh, uh huh
Too cool fools say they're breaking the rules, uh huh, uh huh
But they stick in cliques, never take no risks, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

CHORUS:
Holy spit, it's hit, it's here
It's all the rage on Rush Street
Holy spit, it's hip, it's here
In all the mini malls
Holy spit, it's hit, it's here
Marketing perfection
Holy spit, it's hip, it's here
Oh so cool in pastel
Holy spit, holy spit, holy spit
Holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy spit!

They pretty up lies and call it life, uh huh, uh huh
They sell ways away from any white strife, uh huh, uh huh
It's one for the money and two for the show, uh huh, uh huh
But they're all dressed up with nowhere to go, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

CHORUS

They pretty up lies (x8)
Holy spit (x10)
Holy....

Holy Spit [Explicit]

Ms. Williamson brings politics into a new age...

Woo Woo (Interlude #4)

She's got all the power she needs
Right there in her hands
She might use it to make you bleed
Or make you her 247th man

CHORUS:
With her power tool
Her power tool
Her power tool

She has all the right patter
For fast boys in fast cars
She thinks she's building a ladder
Right up to the gold and silver studded stars

CHORUS

It's her #1 obsession
It's like a vice on her mind
All that power's possession
She giggles, says that love is blind

CHORUS

Power tool, power tool, power to-oo-oo-oo-ool
Power tool, power tool, power to-oo-oo-oo-ool
Power tool, power tool, power to-oo-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool

Her power tool, her power tool, her power tool, her power tool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-oo-ool!

Power Tool

Tonight we're going to party like it's 1989...

Party Time (Interlude #3)

RIOT IN THE '90S!!!

CHORUS:
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah

Land of the free, home of the mob
Pay off the President to pull a job
Crack's worth more in short supply
But cities will burn when the price gets too high!

CHORUS

This country keeps its subjects in line
With drugs and sex and a lottery sign
But soon a bomb will blast out clear
Those who have nothing have nothing to fear!

In the '90s yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah!

Riot In The '90s

Lots of sirens and yelling, set here to a quasi-funky beat.

Cry It (Interlude #2)

There were sirens wailing
Fire engines spraying
And a crowd had gathered
Though it was 3 in the morning

CHORUS
The corner hot dog stand burned down
Corner hot dog stand burned down
The corner hot dog stand burned down
Corner hot dog stand bur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-urned

The owners were these Mexicans
Who wouldn't pay for protection
From the local gang-bangers
Or from the local police
The thing went up like nothing
It was a wooden bungalow
And the people stood and stared
Some prayed and shook their heads

CHORUS

Now there's a new hot dog stand
Run by these North Shore types
As part of their chain
It's kept sparkling clean
And no one misses the old stand
The family moved back to Mexico
But the blinding neon signs
Make me long for the days before

CHORUS

Burn out the old
Bring in the new
Burn out the old
Bring in the new
Burn out the old
Bring in the new
Burn out the old 
Bring in the new
Bring in the new!

Corner Hot Dog Stand

Ohell Theme (Interlude #1)

What are we doing? / Why are we here?
You are not powerless!

What Are We Doing?

Resurrected from a project recorded/abandoned in 1990; the album Wild Inertia is available now at https://ohell1.bandcamp.com/

Øhell

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