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loquacious and bodacious
Like the Mariana Trench
Well you're not so expeditious
Like a player on the bench.
When you're feeling ostentatious
Be it eloquent or dense
You can't be so quite auspicious
Sociopolitically on the fence.
Oh my darling
Are you feeling ok?
Keep on calling
And hope I never fade.
Oh my darling
Oh, oh my darling.
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Up on the stage and you're going to take a dive
Like watching an autopsy on a man who’s still alive
You used to be the next big thing, best next thing
They don't know the lyrics to the songs you sing.
Used to sell like a top notch prostitute
Now you're on the verge of being destitute
With fame comes money and privilege
But the well is dry tonight so no advantage.
Like watching an autopsy on a man who’s still alive
Like watching an autopsy on a man who’s still alive
So sing your blues with all the attitude you got
Punk Rock ain't dead but it won't pay you a lot.
All the kids won't sell your story
All grown up and you've got no glory
Don't misunderstand or twist my words
Sing your heart out like the morning birds.
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How do we get out of here?
They fill our minds with fear
Every turn's another rule to adhere
And now we disappear.
One hand washes the other
Make that crystal clear
All my sisters and brothers
Time we make them fear.
We're were surrounded
There was no way out
But I'm starting to see the light
Are you starting to see the light?
One hand washes the other
Make that crystal clear
All my sisters and brothers
Time we make them fear.
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I'm sick of the guns
Tired of the losers
With a smile of their face
Here comes a school shooter.
Columbine
They're doing fine, don't ya know?
After them boys died x2
I don't want to promote
I just wanted to see how far
I could stick my fingers down my throat
Because they make me sick.
Columbine
They're doing fine, don't ya know?
After them boys died x2
Shooter, shooter
Don't shoot her
Shooter, shooter
Don't shoot her.
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Blood doesn't make family
It makes entitlement and greed
They'll ask you for everything
But this warning you must heed.
Get away, get away, get away
Run and hide for good
Back away, back away, back away
Do the things you should.
They expect your money and your time
Without a reason and without a rhyme
Obligation means exactly nothing to me
And you won't get one single apology.
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the heart
Courage and remarkable focus of will shall I part
A tendency to quarrel savagely does not appease
Serve up a second helping of revolution please.
The inspiration stops
Aleister Crowley
How did you really love
With ego and foully?
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the heart
Courage and remarkable focus of will shall I part
A tendency to quarrel savagely does not appease
Serve up a second helping of revolution please.
They are waiting for you
Rose Edith Kelly
Are we? We are the waiting?
No one's waiting.
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I have a big secret
I don't know how to say this, just yet
I met someone so special, so special
And so special again.
Her name is Tyrone, baby
Her name is baby Tyrone.
Make a fist
Then quickly shut it up my, whoa
Oh, no
This ain't that type of song now
This ain't that now type of song.
Ready for this, ready for that
Ready for everything
I wear this hat on my head.
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They built us a government
But they didn't ask
Cause I don't need a leader
Just a bandana mask.
Ga-ga- government
Wa-wa-what a concept
Ga-ga- government
Wa-wa-what a concept.
We don't want your fucking rules
You can't play us like fucking fools
A foolhardy, hazardous, and homicidal.
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Liberation
Escape from where?
Invalidation
Who said life was fair?
Time to slaughter in the honor of the state
The same one that taught you how to hate
The statue of liberty now has a dismissive hand and rolling eyes.
They said give us your huddled masses
The ones yearning to breathe free
But now their pain you refuse to see
The allegations turned into a mystery.
Your god is a liar
Or your translations are wrong
The most Jesus-esque position
Refused by the history of christians.
Which side are you on?
Your words mean nothing
To the actions you convey
They want your feeding hand
But that hand turned them away.
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Canary In the Coal Mine
03:28
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We can never see it coming
But the signs are always there
They convinced us we're weak
That it's not in our nature to care.
Television stations and silly expectations
Played us for the fool once again
The grass isn't greener on the other side
Looks like we're back at the beginning.
Canary In the Coal Mine
Something doesn't feel fine
Canary In the Coal Mine
Canary In the Coal Mine
Something doesn't feel right
Something doesn't feel fine.
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What's hard to come by?
A gentle heart that cannot lie
If peace is what you ask for
Expect to see much more, it's true.
The world needs more of you x3
Love not fight, accommodate
Not one to instigate
Say what is on your mind
Good things aren't hard to find
It's true.
The world needs more of you x3
Strength of a mother
So we can love each other
Patience of a sacred saint
No one can invalidate, it's true.
The world needs more of you x3
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Pretty girls, cold beer
That's what I hear
But I'm married and I'm sober
So I won't come near.
Cocaine, insane
Adrenaline shot
If you wanna throw a party
Then just bring pot.
I used to drink and think
What's a beer like you
Doing in a face like this, anyway?
Was drunk, fell down
What a soft ground
When I heard the gaslight anthem
And the '59 Sound.
I used to drink and think
What's a beer like you
Doing in a face like this, anyway?
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Stez Mutiny Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Stez Mutiny is a DIY folk and Punk anarchist musician from Pennsyltucky. Lo-Fi, No rules, No masters.
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David Rovics, a folk hero, I do declare.
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