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Chickens never use their wings to fly
So let's chop them off and serve them up deep fried
Superiority is not the case
I just really love the way they taste
You may find my point of view abhorrent
Your opinions are of no importance
No need to point out my contradictions
My perspectives are wounds of self infliction
I treat everyone about the same
But PC culture's pretty lame
I dislike most people equally
And treat life like a tragic comedy
I sober up, just to get high
I fight to live, I live to die
I hang myself with just enough rope
But until I'm dead I still have hope
I laugh out loud, while I die inside
I extrovertly try to hide
I narcissistically self loathe
I regretfully wish the world to explode
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Back in the 1940s
Our world was torn by a fascist regime
Anti-Semitism controlled the weak
The righteous fought back and set the people free
Now they’re rolling out of their graves
Gonna eat some neo nazi brains
The living Dead aren’t PC
Don’t give a fuck about your liberties
You say it’s wrong to punch a Nazi
What if we leave em for the zombies
Don’t you wanna feed the hungry?
Quit your whining or you’ll be their next treat
Hey Dickie, that’s a cute frog on your shirt
One more shot to the face, before you become dessert
Oh Dickie, throw out one last salute
My undead friend, would like something to chew
Our grandfathers took down the 3rd reich
Now they’re back to eat the alt right
So let’s throw them all into nice little camps
Where they will be delicious zombie snacks
Abolish Nazi sympathy
And watch those Racist motherfuckers bleed
Enjoy the chorus of dying screams
Ringing out from sea to shining sea
You defecate in the name of liberty,
Fascist treachery's your patriotic duty
While wearing symbols of our country's enemies
Choke to death on the irony
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Jokes!
01:43
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I find humor in this world of shit
We're not all that bad but we're all hypocrites
I laugh when I feel I should probably wince
And I crave an understanding audience
I laugh, while I die inside
The jokes are where I hide
And conceal my misery
Or I'll fall, into a pit of despair
Withdrawn, afraid to share
Overwhelmed by anxiety
The bullshits so strong it stings my eyes
Forced fed fear, ignorance and lies
People take themselves so seriously
So blinded by their own beliefs
I don't stand for something
I'm just anti-sitting
Your butt is just hurting
From too much farting
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Tour De Buffalo
01:09
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Gotta fill up my bag
With as many beers as I can
Let's go drink and ride our bikes
Such a great way to kill the night
Gotta ride straight
But just literally
We get more kicks
We're going green, know what I mean?
Dont remember the ride home, but my car stayed off the road
Got a new hole in my Jean's, vaguely remember hitting that tree
Nothing feels more free
Than taking a tour fit for a queen
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Guided By The Brown Star
01:53
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Do you ever question anything?
Or do you just believe what you want to believe?
With your head so far up your ass your shit is all you see
Lefty or Righty
Nazi or PC
Wasted or drug free
Atheist or Holy
Your weak opinions are full of hypocrisy
Your lips move up and down like a useless machine
Do you simply lack any cognitive ability?
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Kelly's Heroes
03:00
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Back to where I started once again
This time I'm more ready than I've ever been
There may not be an end in sight
But I know this isn't how I want to live my life
Fight through the pain
That drives me insane
Keep a focused mind
And never let hope die, it's the only thing that keeps me alive
I don't know how to go through the motions of life
With hopeless abandonment, and no will left to fight
I'm in a rut,
But I'm in the hunt
For something more than this
So tired of all the shit
Can't get it out of my head
I won't quit until I am dead
What better place than here
What better time than now
I'm not waiting until next year
All in this time around
(Where else would you rather be, than right here right now)
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Lemmy + Your Mom= 42
02:20
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Do you ask yourself what is the meaning of life?
Well maybe we're just here until we fertilize
Does the thought of death fill you up with dread?
What's real anyways and what's in your head
I don't believe in anything
Just a bag of bones 'til I'm a thoughtless brain
I want to believe in a cosmic energy
But our insignificance expands infinitely
You say you believe in destiny
Then let's embrace the demise of humanity
A masculine manifest to sadistically dominate
Now spread those cheeks and accept gods fate
Blinded by darkness, blinded by the light
Open mind, open eyes, trivial insight
A God of love, a God of fear
A God of hate, your gods not here
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Just finished up another long, tiring week
Now I just want to be in good company.
I’ve got more responsibility than I need
Crank up the tunes and let’s have a dance party
Let’s show the kids how to get crazy
Wear them out so we can chill and have a few more drinks
Forget the world and leave all my anxiety behind
Another drink and 1 step closer to clearing my mind
Living in a god fearing society
Where the ignorant are the majority
Heading full speed into idiocracy
Hate and greed are dividing this goddamn country
Won’t matter cause we’ll run out of air to breathe
Or maybe we’ll all go out in a deep freeze
With indifference apathetically, next step I sink into complacency
May not be the way I want to be, but sometimes I just want to sleep
Another day I don’t want to get out of bed
Coffee and cartoons will clear my head
Got my arms wrapped around my reason to be
Life going by so fast, barely have time to shit
But I’ll always find time for Sunday breakfast
Then it’s just about time to start another week
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Another day, another day goes by
Redundancy, redundancy of life
A slow decay as we sustain the grind
While we waste with poisoned blood and minds
So you’ve got me
Now look in my eyes and tell me what you see
I may not be happy
But happiness in this world is pure fantasy
So let’s celebrate the little things
Like you and me, our friends and family
And we’ll escape this lame reality
Our special place where we can dance and sing
No misery, just fun and free living
I’m misery, you’re company
As rad as a llama spitting nacho cheese
I’m such an ass and you’re as lovely
As a flamingo that brews beer and fresh chicken wings
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Grey Scale
02:39
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The colors don't look as full and bright
A grey filters out all of the light
A familiar song sounds so far away
With a resilient reach I feel decay
Of wasted tissue deep within
Collect the pieces, once again
Rinse and repeat, is there an end?
Of rotten scraps left over to mend
Insightful reflection, moments refrain
Ignore the numb static in my brain
The bitterness still tastes the same
Still feel the burns of forgotten flames
What is a life?
With eyes shut tight, waiting to die, hopeless and terrified
I'm lost at sea, almost drowning, struggling to breathe, but my heart still beats
On like an erratic drum
Broken melodies, a constant hum
Ringing loud, sometimes it’s deafening
But I’m not really listening
To a world that makes less sense every day
Rejected substance, forget your way
Youth buried deep below the soil
Without fresh air it’s sure to spoil
A pin hole of light still shining through
Picking away, I find a few
Scattered fragments, and beaming rays
The more I find, the darkness strays
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John- Drums
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