1. |
No Rainchecks
01:10
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You racist bigot our views aren’t fascist,
But even if they were we wouldn't feed them to the masses.
Well you could pray for sympathy or some appreciation,
but you cant feel my hate, and you cant recreate it.
I told you...
No rain cheques.
On your hard debts.
So make your bets.
But don’t forget.
You racist biggot our views aren’t fascist,
But even if they were we wouldn't feed them to the masses.
Well you could pray for sympathy or some appreciation,
but you cant feel my hate, and you cant recreate it.
I told you...
No rain cheques.
On your hard debts.
So make your bets.
But don’t forget.
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2. |
6/8 of '69
03:12
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Six eight of sixty nine, thirty something years not a long
long time Now we're livin life, in reverse
for better or worse.
Endless streams of broken dreams, beautiful love not what
it seems Now we're livin life, in reverse
for better or worse!
We came from the... land of plenty ...
but now our cup is empty!
We came from the land ... of plenty ...
but now our cup is empty!
Sorry that our life took you off your track
You'd take one step forward I'd send you 2 steps back!
You were livin life to save man's soul while I was livin life
for Rock and Roll!
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3. |
Dragon Slayer
02:56
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As you walk with the wind strong behind you howling at
your back. You see the path beyond which you must take.
Remember the battles fought and the lives that have been
lost. The Ground beneath you begins to shake. Earth
crumbles fire burns as the wind begins to die.You start to
sweat as you feel the heat. Remember the ones you killed
on the holy ground.They end up lying at your feet.
With their Blood on my battle sword.
Blood on my Battle Sword!
Wont you walk with me to the dragons layer.We can save
the evil princess from this fire.
(repeat verse)
With their Blood on my battle sword.
Blood on my Battle Sword!
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4. |
Common Sense
01:52
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Nothin common about common sense! No!
You're not so safe sittin on that fence! No!
You paid tha money but nothin got bought! No!
You forgot everything that you had taught! Yeah!
There's nothin common about common sense! No!
Your brain so small, and your head so dense! Yeah!
Your apologies don't carry any weight! No!
And everything you do is just too damn late! Yeah!
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5. |
The Pain
03:09
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Well you wake up in tha mornin, you wake up all alone.
You wake up and you wonder, what went wrong, what
went wrong!
Well you go out for the evening, but you're still all alone.
You go out for the evening, there's no messages,
nothin's on you're phone!
Nobody gets tha blame,nobody gets tha blame.
Everybody gets tha pain, gets tha pain, gets tha pain,
gets tha pain.
The more you leave tha less you go, tha more you learn
tha less you know
The more you leave, tha less you go,the more you
learn, the more you wish you didn't know.
Wish I didn't know, wish I didn't know, wish I didn't
know.
Nobody gets tha blame Nobody gets tha blame
Everybody gets tha pain, gets tha pain ,gets tha pain
gets tha pain.
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6. |
Wall Street
06:16
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Another day we spend our lives
Chasing cheese like tiny mice
A plot designed to keep the power in much bigger hands
We pledge allegiance to the man
Who hangs carrots at lengths just past our mouths
It won’t work out We scream and shout And express our
doubts For lost independence
chorus:
We’ve got the right idea?
take the family take the home give it up but its all
we know take the wife and take the kids, smash it all look
what we did Give it all to wall street.
Wake up to a brand new day Filled with fear of bills we pay
As parents try to pave the way For children that don’t
have a chance A cheap romance without the dance
The rate is the weight of slavery As markets crash the
corporate slash Their owing to the middle class
And claim some bullshit bureaucracy The choice is made
is some boardroom Swept with a broom into its tomb
And filed as bankruptcy (repeat chorus)
We chose the loan instead of own The car the home the
couch the phone Only to receive the call proclaims
They’re repossessing every one By right of state they hold
the gun And rape all those who won’t cooperate
Slain in vain for corporate names Suffering equal capital
gains The game will end in pain as Fat cats sit back on
capitol hill And drink the wine of blood they’ve spilled
They’ve lost all moral function.
(repeat chorus)
Give it all to Wall Street ... To hell with Main Street !
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7. |
Gum On My Shoe
02:54
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Well I'm sittin here with nothin to do ... just tryin to save
face! I've been runnin my whole life thru ... stayin in the
same place! Don't know what to do ... you're tha gum on
my shoe! Well I decided I was gonna change ... but I
changed my mind! This situation is just too strange
can't keep it in line! Don't know what to do ... you're tha
gum on my shoe! Can't get rid of you ... you're tha gum on
my shoe ... Don't know what to do ... you're tha gum on
my shoe ... Can't get rid of you ... can't get rid of you ...
can't get rid of you ... You're tha gum on my shoe
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8. |
Shit Hit The Fan
04:05
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I was sittin in court one day ... not my crimes I had to pay
Sittin with my good friend Jason ... he had a traffic violation
Sittin there listening to the powers that be, when I got this
urge to pee! Don't want to step on the ladies feet, so I
climbed over tha back of tha seat!
Whoa ... tha shit just hit the fan
Whoa ... tha shit just hit tha fan
Whoa ... tha shit just hit tha fan
Whoa ... tha shit just hit tha fan!
When I came and sat back down ... judge he had this
horrible frown! Come down front and report to me!
For I am the Power's that be! Sorry your honor ... just
had to pee!
Contempt of court ... there is no bail ...
Lock this Punk up in tha Jail
Whoa ... tha shit just hit tha fan
Whoa ... tha shit just hit tha fan
Whoa ... tha shit just hit tha fan
Whoa ... tha shit just hit tha fan
Lock this Punk up in tha Jail
Lock this Punk up in tha Jail
Lock this Punk up in tha Jail
Lock this Punk up in tha Jail
Lock him up ... Lock him up ... Lock him up!
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