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It's an S.O.S. sent out telepathically
Signs of our distress don't allow complacency We need restoration now of our integrity And a drastic bold reminder of our morality The rectifying troop is here The ones we've needed all these years To stop the heinous wrongdoings And verify our moral benevolence as a people Operation, Operation Rescue They're here to right our fall, they've heard our troubled call Operation, Operation Rescue You wonder where they come from but I just wonder why they're here at all Life ever-after is what they're in business for See them brandish the key to our kingdom's door It's pervasive, a part of, part of you and me But not overwhelming as they wish it to be If no one believed in fairy tales There's nothing they could do but fail Yet everywhere we look Someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people Operation, Operation Rescue They're here to right our fall, they've heard someone's troubled call Operation, Operation Rescue You wonder where they come from but I just wonder what compels them all Operation, Operation Rescue Operation, Operation Rescue You may wonder where they come from But I just wonder what compels them all |
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Have you been to the desert, have you walked with the dead?
There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread And the figures don't lie, they speak of human disease But we do what we want and we think what we please Have you lived the experience, have you witnessed the plague? People making babies sometimes just to escape In this land of competition the compassion is gone Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on This is just a punk rock song Written for the people who can see something's wrong Like ants in a colony we do our share, but there's so many other fucking insects out there And this is just a punk rock song Have you visited the quagmire, have you swam in the shit? The party convention and the real politic The face is always different, the rhetoric the same But we swallow it all and we see nothing change, nothing has changed This is just a punk rock song Written for the people who can see something's wrong Like workers in a factory we do our share, but there's so many other fucking robots out there And this is just a punk rock song Ten million dollars on a losing campaign Twenty million starving and writhing in pain Big strong people unwilling to give Small in vision and perspective One in five kids below the poverty line One population running out of time Running out of time This is just a punk rock song Written for the people who can see something's wrong Like ants in a colony we do our share, but there's so many other fucking insects out there And this is just a punk rock song The figures don't lie, they speak of human disease But we do what we want and we think what we please One in five kids below the poverty line One population running out of time This is just a punk rock song This is just a punk rock song This is just a punk rock song |
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Everyday we profit so, leaning toward the great unknown
Asking how it pertains to tomorrow Aim for places we've not been, trample paths that go between Yesterday's foundations and tomorrow It's the way they say it's got to be We spear ahead and forge our destiny Who do they represent, who do you believe? Make a sound decision for others to heed Try to set a faster pace Try to build a master race One that will make a contribution to tomorrow It's the way they say it's got to be We put aside our fears and make history The clothes are in the dryer and the writing's on the wall We're trying everything we can to stop this fall Everyday we profit so Leaning toward the great unknown |
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I'm going for a walk
Not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands And I'm gonna use my mind And who the hell are you to tell me what to do? You can't even tie your own haggard shoes Your closest is a mess, your backyard's falling down And I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around So I'm going for a walk Not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands And I'm gonna use my mind And I'm gonna build a world Independent and exempt All alone I'll be an empire With no mortgage and no rent And I don't need to live in your stinking zoo You can't even feed the animals donated to you Your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls And you expect me to die here in this shit-filled, tiny stall? I'm going for a walk! And I know you're watching everything I do Call me threat to your children, call me socially unglued Call me master of insanity, unable to relate Call me lazy, bane and filthy, call me monstrous reprobate I'm going for a walk And there's nothing you can do 'Cause I don't have to Live like you I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk |
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And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green? And did that anthropocentric God Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so He's up there with the others laying low Vying with those Who you've traded your life to to bless your soul And have they told you how to think Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? Or have you escaped from scrutiny And regaled yourself with depravity? Now we all see Religion is just synthetic frippery Unnecessary In our expanding global culture of efficiency Now we all fear This impasse we have built to our future Ever so near, ever so near And oh so austere |
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There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon
And a little sullen girl face up, staring at the moon And there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries Then they pass away alone into the night Why do we pity the dead? Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head? Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why Oh why do we pity the dead? Well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay And you whisper to yourself blissfully, it's okay And you still refuse the possibility That the dead are better off than we Why do we pity the dead? Are you scared by the logic that swells up in your head? Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why Oh why do we pity the dead, pity the dead? Tell me what you see Tell me what you know Is there anyone who lives a painless life? If there is, show me so The destitute and famished Demonic and the banished Dejected and the ostracized The brainwashed and the paralyzed The conquered and objectified The few who see the other side Tell me what you see It's a mortal, wretched cacophony In the end you may find there's no guiding subtle light No ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right Just eternal silence and dormancy And a final everlasting peace Why do we pity the dead? Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head? Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why Oh why do we pity the dead? Why do we pity the dead? Why do we pity the dead? |
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I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth,
Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth, I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes, Inchoate beatitude, The Lord of the flies, So what does it mean When your mind starts to stray? Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way, Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay, 1000 more fools are being born Every fucking day, They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way, With microwave transmissions They bombard us every day, The masses are obsequious, Contented in their sleep, The vortex of their minds ensconced within The murky deep. |
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The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
And the croaking speech he'd heard from countless counselors before They said we all care for you, we know how you suffer But I know you can succeed, I used to have it so much rougher There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise And like fools we trust the delivery But it's all just drunk sincerity, it's all just drunk sincerity In maternal family assembly, poised regarding the blue tube The numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view Then the generals said "We don't want our boys dead Your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon" There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise And like fools we trust the delivery But it's all just drunk sincerity, it's all just drunk sincerity With steam, heat and rhythm in the backseat of the car An adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars You heard love from the lips, you were rapt by the hips And the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise And like fools we trust the delivery But it's all just drunk sincerity, it's all just drunk sincerity It's all just drunk sincerity It is all just drunk sincerity |
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Generator - Bad Religion
Like a rock, like a planet Like a fucking atom bomb I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn, I've seen it all before, in books and magazines, like a twitch before dying, like a pornographic sea, there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man, like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore, I've known it all along like the bone under my skin, like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind, there's a hammer by the window, there's a knife on the floor, like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door, it's the generator |
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Well, the sheaves have all been brought
But the fields have washed away And the palaces now stand Where the coffins all were laid And the times we see ahead We must glaze with rosy hues For we don't wish to admit What it is we have to lose Millennia incoming The modern age is here It sanctifies the future Yet renders us with fear So many theories, so many prophecies What we do need is a change of ideas When we are scared we can hide in our reveries But what we need is a change of ideas Change of ideas, change of ideas What we need now is a change of ideas |
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Nothing more, nothing less
An icon on the wall, decoration and duress That which many strive to be It's the marble statue staring over me And nobody has the will to tear it down It determines wrong and right But to me it's just a stereotype And it makes us lose our sight The portrait of authority You tell me that's what I'm supposed to be Another time, another man An oppressive intrusion, a plague across his land And it haunts him every day It tells him that he has no chance, his hopes just fade away And he lives his life prepared to tear it down But he can't muster the support And to him it's just a stereotype Of his life long fight The portrait of authority It embodies what he cannot be |
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There's a purpose, and there's a goal
There's a virtuous, and immoral There's a reason, for all of this But I don't know what it is I am one, and plural too I accept them, but they exclude I could make sense, of all of this But I don't know what it is The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find So I don't know what it is There's a beginning, and there's an end There's a climax, some would contend There's a way to, signify this But I don't know what it is The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find So I don't know what it is, show me something more definitive I don't know what it is |
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I had a dream...of unity
Where we could walk side by side But today I see that it's only me Just trying to get by Sometimes we stride...undetoured To walk as one... Toward our goal But as people stray towards more selfish ways We see we have no control I had a dream... of unity Where we would walk side by side But today i see that it's only me Just tryin' to get by just tryin' to get by |
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There's a watch in my pocket
And its hands are broken The face is blank But the gears are turning Confusion Is a fundamental state of mind It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt And sanity is a full time job In a world that is always changing And sanity is a state of mind That you believe in sanity There's a shadow on the wall Where the paint is peeling My body's moving forward But my mind is reeling Depression Is a fundamental state of day It doesn't really matter how my day has turned out I always end up living in this world of doubt And sanity is a full time job In a world that is always changing And sanity will make you strong If you believe in sanity And sanity is a full time job In a world that is always changing And sanity is a state of mind That you believe in sanity |
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I don't need to be a global citizen
'Cause I'm blessed by nationality I'm a member of a growing populace We enforce our popularity There are things that seem to pull us under and There are things that drag us down But there's a power and a vital presence It's lurking all around We've got the American Jesus See him on the interstate We've got the American Jesus He helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for the earth's population 'Cause so few live in the USA At least the foreigners can copy our morality They can visit but they cannot stay Only precious few can garner our prosperity It makes us walk with renewed confidence We got a place to go when we die And the architect resides right here We've got the American Jesus Bolstering national faith We've got the American Jesus Overwhelming millions every day He's the farmer's barren fields, the force the army wields Expressions on the faces of the starving millions The power of the man, the fuel that drives the klan He's the motive and the conscience of the murderer He's the preacher on TV, the false sincerity The form letter that's written by the big computers The nuclear bombs, the kids with no moms And I'm fearful that he's inside me (In god we trust Because he's one of us Break down, cave in He can redeem your sin Strong heart, clear mind And infinitely kind You lose, we win He is our champion) We've got the American Jesus See him on the interstate We've got the American Jesus Exercising his authority We've got the American Jesus Bolstering national faith We've got the American Jesus Overwhelming millions every day One nation, under God One nation, under God One nation, under God One nation, under God |
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Hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me
Idleness and dissipation breed apathy I sit on my ass all goddamn day A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to Say what you must, do all you can Break all the fucking rules and Go to hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey! Hey, I don't know if the billions will survive But I'll believe in God when 1 and 1 are 5 My moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core I'll tear down the building just to pass through the door So do what you must, do all you can Break all the fucking rules and Go to hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey! |
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The final page is written in the books of history,
As man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas To fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race, A show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance. They say when a mistake is made, a lesson can be learned. But this time, there's no turning back, the hate engulfs the world. A million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns, A mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned! |
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Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts
Sun baked pavement encroaches on us Haves and have nots together at last Brutally engaged in mortal combat [Chorus] 10 in 2010 10 in 2010 What kind of God orchestrates such a thing? 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! Ten billion people all suffering 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! Truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! Forget what you want, scrounge the things you need 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! [Chorus] Happy and content it can't happen to you 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! Fifteen years we'll think of a solution 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! It won't just appear in one day 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! For 10 in 2010 we're well on our way 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! [Chorus] Like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today 10 billion people, coming your way [Chorus] 10 in 2010 |
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A sullen figure walks along a dusty road
His life was holy and he couldn't bear the load He left his people and a simple life behind He raised his torso and he looked into the sky Shouting his questions Looking for direction What do I do now? Now a confused schoolgirl stares at the TV tray The stresses of maturing compound every day She glances up to see her favorite video And gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes In need of affection She craves the direction Her heroes offer her Everyone is looking for something And they all assume somebody else knows what it is No one can live with the decisions of their own It seems, so they look to someone else To tell 'em what to be Tell 'em what to wear, tell 'em what to say Tell 'em how to act and think, compel others compulsively Until the world is all like them A righteous student came and asked me to reflect He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect I don't believe in self-important folks who preach No Bad Religion song can make your life complete Prepare for rejection You'll get no direction from me You'll get no direction from me |
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I refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse
But it's there and it's happening to me along the way As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes But the dinner's always waiting at the table along the way, yeah What you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be But you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way And we'll cry as we try and our brothers pass us by To be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah Now we grow as we show that the morals we must know Will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way But forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness Unless you're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me Until we see each other once more on the path along the way |
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Can't you feel it, can't you see
The promise of prosperity? It's overwhelming you and me It afflicts us like a disease Ubiquitous, compelling too We cling to you like crazy glue And inject such a potent seed It's best for all humanity The spread of culture, the sword of progress The vector of suffrage, a warm and septic breeze The pomp and elation, the duty and vocation The blood of the hybrid, it's just a recipe Reliving our ancestry The frightful lack of harmony Our forefathers who led the way Their victims are still here today Now it's time to erase The story of our bogus fate Our history as it's portrayed Is just a recipe for hate A recipe for hate The spread of culture, the sword of progress The vector of suffrage, a warm and septic breeze The pomp and elation, the duty and vocation The blood of the hybrid, it's just a recipe |
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there's people out there that say I'm no good,
'cause I don't believe the things that I should, and when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong, and hope and pray that our lord god will think I'm good. countries manufacture bombs and guns to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done. smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. in the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad will perish in the depths of hell. how can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse? fuck Armageddon, this is hell we're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe, so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? how could hell be any worse? life alone is such a curse! fuck Armageddon, this is hell |
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Hoarding turns allure to discontent
Altruism's a grind all it's own Morning makes you know your in a cell But love is just as pure as you both Because it's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, When true love is metaphysical Venal desires we learn to beset You and me we've got a special thing But i want you to never forget It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal Each bedtime I Stir with regret Guilty and vain, Hoping for retribution Charity's immune from my demands I don't expect a thing from the weak But you my love are measured and compared Predisposed to my profane decree It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal It's reciprocal! |
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There are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black
Political resentment and people start to crack There's hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog Yet you sit there and judge me and you think it makes a difference If you think I'm all alone you are foolishly wrong There's an entire army who blindly follow along And you happen to be one of them, believe it or not Even though you try not to be, we are of the same plague The other ways we're taught to fear Don't even scratch the surface of the problem here But I'm not blind and I'm not scared So many crucial factors exist out there And we're but one and they're but two And how we come to terms will help us pull through Things cannot change too fast, it took us this much time To reach our current platform and walk this fragile line If I thought I'd make a difference, I'd kill myself today But so many are like me, lost in the fray You create your own reality And leave mine to me, leave mine to me Leave mine to me, leave mine to me |
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yeah, they say there's a place free of trouble and care
and you have to pass a test for to make it there it has something to do with the road that's straight and narrow and the only way to go it is by being right and thorough there's always one more hill to climb there's always one more hill to climb bombarded by multiple choices 24/7 navigating a tangled web of logic and passion guided by subconscious voices, astute and sharpened tested, tested often times we may be wonder what we're supposed to do stand and deliver or see the conflict through and as we long and proceed to build our castles in the sky our plans get confounded and determination dies there's no preparation and no guide just what you've done before here with your life bombarded by multiple choices 24/7 navigating a tangled web of logic and passion guided by subconscious voices, astute and sharpened tested, tested oh oh oh acting on will, (the test is the reaction) opening your heart, (the test is the emotion) rolling the dice, (the test is the agility) burning out your mind,(the test is the recovery) watch-out! you can play by the rules or bend them to your needs but the test isn't over til you reach your dark eternal sleep there are no absolutes, no big wheels in the sky you don't have to be first just gotta somehow get by yeah bombarded by multiple choices 24/7 navigating a tangled web of logic and passion guided by subconscious voices astute and sharpened tested, tested oh oh oh |
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Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control Questions that besiege us in life Are testament of our helplessness There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end When we all disintegrate it will all happen again Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day Questions that besiege us in life Are testament of our helplessness There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end When we all disintegrate it will all happen again If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away And believe these words you hear When you think your path is clear We have no control, we have no control We have no control, we do not understand You have no control, you are not in command You have no control, we have no control No control No control You have no control |
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