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The South Is Risen
03:13
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Jihad 101 is easy to read with Google at your leisure
And when God cannot protect you a rifle can take aim
From four to seven
Happy hour at the Mexican patio cafe to perform the putsch
I’ll order the queso
Keep a secesh beside you
Answered prayer we’ve been waiting for, Wade!
Keep a secesh beside you
Well bish I know
I am head honcho, Grizzly Joe
I got a riddle for all of y’all behind the counter
Well bish I know
Now which came first?
I am the one to make gray-backs as favored as Canadians
Which came first?
Biblical chicken or Koranic egg?
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Prayer For War
01:33
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I’m prayin’ for a war
I’m prayin’ for a war
Unified by death and loss
One entity connected
I’m prayin’ for a war
Cuz my eyes keep me at home
Red-green hues just look the same
Military says
Body must be bonafide
Body must be bonafide
Mines lacking certain cues
I’m itching to the core
I’m prayin’ for a war
Civilian life has drained me dry
Been waiting my whole life
Get gun, gag some, gut ‘em
A will to kill prolongs this strife
God gave me libitum right
I’m prayin’ for a war
I’m prayin’ for a war
Always ready, always there
What a lie that has derived
I’m prayin’ for a war
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Sit in seat
Distracting mind
Plugging ears closed with the music I like
Worrisome woes
But I’m told it’s alright
Drop-heads watch fingers waggle in front of the alphabet
Easier to pettifog
Tell half-racist jokes
Tensing jaw while chewing whitebread bologna plus or minus the mayo
Ornery Pa
Permits the use
But I just sigh and go play cowboy
Just like John Wayne
Camouflaged Secret Sturmabteilung
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4. |
The Tonsure Twist
02:50
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I got a new dance
It’s called the Tonsure Twist
First you shave off all your hair
And shake around like this
Next you give up your belongings
Don’t worry they won’t be missed
Armageddon is round the corner
How could you possibly resist?
<I know I can’t>
The great leader sees you groovin
To his fresh theology
He sees you diggin his scripture
Following faithfully
The whole world is a cesspool
Now you finally see
How indiscriminate killing
Is gonna set us all free
<or so you think!>
When all that faith
Fills up your head
But not your heart
It must be easy
Blowing yourself and other folks apart
In a flash it’s all over
You can go ahead and rest
You followed every instruction
You detonated that vest
Your soul crosses the threshold
Expecting to join the blessed
But your just another shitty asshole
And god ain’t impressed
<never was, never will be!>
When all that faith
Fills up your head
But not your heart
It must be easy
Blowing yourself and other folks apart
Who’s doin that tonsure twist? X 1000
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5. |
Big Pink
05:04
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You gotta funnel it in
Then you’ll sound so profound
A cipher-fabulist who rhymes
To only tunes known lips croon
You say “I’ve had it”
Spew it like religious candor
And cream in your made bed
Cooked conviction is a blister
Of the browbeat you were bred
“I am the original pity party”
Searching for idyllic lands
Buncha pilgrims
You say “I’ve found it”
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Kill The Irish
04:13
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I’m sorry men, but it’s time once again,
For you to kiss your pretty wives goodbye.
There’s been a call to arms, across field and farm,
And we all must march tonight.
We thought our fathers had won,
That long and mighty fight.
But just look around you, you ain’t got nothin’!
And today’s world ain’t quite so white.
(missing stansa)
Our children grow sick and sour,
But the devil’s knocking at the door.
He says he’s come, come here to save us,
He’s got a modest proposal. Repeat after me,
Kill The Irish
I want my fuckin’ pizza!
But there’s a blockade goin’ round my block.
Red man’s bitchin’. Bitchin’ ‘bout nothin’,
I thought we kill’d all those fucks.
Kill The Irish
Kill The English
Kill The American
Kill The Canadian
Kill The German
Kill The South African
Kill The Australian
Kill The Portugese
Kill Them All
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Schlock
02:50
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There without notice
Human schlock
Crushed cans and brown soaked Bounty
Plastic turtle-chokehold
There without notice
I am your world
Useful for a matter of minutes
Thoroughly sopped
Thrown away without concern
Didn’t need it anymore
Didn’t need it anymore
I am your world
Sublet debris
Feeble dross
Black bag habitat reeking like bacterial death
Unwanted
Easily broken
Never ending persistence
Not enough area
Not enough space
In the world
In the world
I am yours
The place where I reside is forgetful
Managed by grumpy men
Who take away your problem
And put it with other people’s problems
Stinks, fetors
And to think that this song could get anymore literal
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Beneath The Boardwalk
02:09
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Room for rent
Car for lease
How’s a man
Get a piece?
Rent to own
Own some day
How’s a man
Supposed to pay?
Under the moonlight, under the moonlight
Beneath the boardwalk is where we eat
Out of debt
Holy grail
Finally free
But old and frail
Never saved
Always gave
Take that debt
To the grave
Under the moonlight, under the moonlight
Beneath the boardwalk is where we eat
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Desert Rose
02:52
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Better flee for the fields
A new coming on the rise
Destiny’s damsel
Unrelinquished by men
Desert Rose
Fuzzy fumes and a metal racket
Pink dress for a flak jacket
Purging of insolence
Sand grinds skin to a headache
Beliefs you would never hold in haunts where sisters croak
How many trees in Arabia?
You’ve never been so you cannot perceive
How fast worse can get holding K’s
“The girls are undermined but you can stay”
Desert Rose
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Warheads
02:50
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See the warheads
See the warheads coming down
Watch my sister burn
Rail against clear empty skies
I yearn for a prison cell
No hope in halting those Jihadist pigs
Corporate reps form a Mel Brooksian line
Women and children are spared for a higher stipend
I see the warheads
Melted skin won’t stop me
From filling this bag full of bombs
Place it at the mosque on MLK street
See the warheads
Coming down
Watch my sister burn
Rail against clear empty skies
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11. |
Sunday At Hirohito's
04:14
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Taking the family
Out for a stroll
Like a normal family
My people gotta know
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Out in the garden
Kids are having fun
Soaking up the rays
Of an imperial sun
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Good-bye nobility
Now my people see they spend their Sundays just like me
Feeding the fishes
Feeding the poor
I can do it all
Without going out the door
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Up in the palace
Sitting down to eat
Enjoying our dinner
Just like people on the street
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Good-bye supremacy
Now my people see they spend their Sundays just like me
Talk to the gardener
Talk to the chef
Talk to all the people
Until there ain’t no people left
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Want to kiss the kids
Want to kiss the wife too
Tell the guards to leave
So I can feel like you do
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Good-bye divinity
Now my people see they spend their Sundays just like me
Just like me
Sunday at Hirohito’s, everybody’s going, everybody is gonna be there
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Borzoi Vienna, Austria
Zach Wood- Vocals/Guitar
Taylor Browne- Bass/Complaining
Rhys Woodruff- Vocals/Drums
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