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Wow?!
04:15
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On the left, on the right
Big ideas shine bright
When you kneel they're even bigger
Got to do what you got to do
Well, go figure!
Wow, you really mean it?!
Wow, you really sure?!
No facts, you've just decided
With no fear that your judgment might be poor
Well I think it is beautiful
How you found something to fight for
Something you trust in unconditional
Something that feels right...
Something that feel right to the core
Go figure
Well, go figure!
On the left, on the right
Big ideas shine bright
When you kneel they're even bigger
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow go figure!
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2. |
Hoax Revolution
04:06
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Promise them everything
Worry about it later
Before doubt creeps in
And they find something better
Highly praised by superficial
And adored by unsophisticated
Your rebellion is artificial
Your M.O. is anticipated
Promise them everything
Worry about it later
Before doubt creeps in
And they find something better
One look
One smell and I'm gone
Your hoax revolution makes me yawn
One look
One smell and I'm gone, that's right
Neither for nor against, it isn't worth a fight
When I say hoax you say revolution
Hoax!
Revolution!
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Human Spittoon
04:03
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Settling for less
Declining in class
And you love that spit on your face
Watching it burn
Whistling a tune
Tune of the human spittoon
With tons of charm that will charm you to pieces
And lure you down into imbecile heaven
That nonsense amp is cranked to eleven
Slick like a gun on a knife party
That's shooting holes in your common sense
A conscious decline of standard and intelligence
It is not a fall - It's a jump
The nonsense amp!
Watching it burn, watching it burn - like it's none of your concern
Watching it burn and whistling a tune - tune of the human spittoon
Pre-tested, copy-pasted...
A sad display of skill
...and I may love the setup
But I hate the reveal
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4. |
Summer Of Hate
03:37
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Black semen made a demon
It burned like an acid through that virgin's hymen
And now it's ready, just ripe
Another feeble mind gives into a stereotype
Ire can motivate
But hate is just a weight
Potent cocktail you've been given
Potent cocktail yes indeed
Potent cocktail, muddy and murky
You'll puke until you bleed
Ire can motivate
But hate is just a weight
Summer of hate
A hot summer of hate
Misanthrope extraordinaire
Again took the bait
Hot, hot, hot summer of hate
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Hit-It-Right-Or-Go-Home
02:23
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Yeah, yeah, you got to want it
You got to play through the pain
Yeah, yeah, you got to want it
"Half psyched" drives me insane
Oh yeah, you got to want it
You gotta play through the pain
"Half psyched" drives me insane
Hit-it-right-or-go-home!
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Climax
03:56
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Right time, right place,
Right smile on your face
A fast dance to a slow song
As inevitable becomes impossible
Disappointment kicks in after all
And it shows how one can be wrong
Climax is coming
There is a chance you might not like it
A chance of spoiling the excitement
Climax is coming
There is a chance it will not satisfy
This is a high hope lullaby
You didn't deserve that?!
You didn't think it was fair?!
Disappointment turns into despair
Climax is coming
There is a chance you might not like it
A chance of spoiling the excitement
Climax is coming
There is a chance it will not satisfy
Well this is a high hope lullaby!
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7. |
Twisting By The Cesspool
03:47
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No beat, no melody, no vision, no vitality
No beat, no melody, just a bad way to drain the energy
No beat, no melody, no vision, no vitality
No beat, no melody, a pathway to mutiny
Head straight
No choice, no chance, no way to avoid it
You got to ram it, got to ram it, got to ram it
And when you hit it hard and it stands tall
Twice as big and twice as bad
Remember, first one trough the wall
Will always have blood on his forehead
Work hard, obey the rules
Procreate and be a tool
They sold us dancing shoes
And now we're twisting by the cesspool
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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Anti-Rock
05:02
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Death to all that is anti-rock
Induce a lethal stroke
Smash things that want to clip your wings
Death to all that is anti-rock!
When I say "death to all that is anti-rock"
I don't mean death to all the stuff that is anti-rock music
I mean kill-kill-kill everything that can stop you to rock it
Death to all that is anti-rock!
All this time you waited
Only to choke
To be intimidated,
At this point is a joke
Death to all that is anti rock!
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10. |
Doom Mood
02:12
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^.
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