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I heard the dripping of the world's last dewdrop
As it pooled from the last green leaf
let me tell you about it all
chopped muscles on a raw peeled skull
Human cheek meat barbacoa
let me tell you about it all
Some men once stood
And sang high hymns
They had their god
And all their limbs
Let me tell you about the end of the world
We smell the sulfer rains all day
They melt so many monuments away
Let me tell you about it all
Sometimes the clouds will part
And the sun disintigrates plastic
let me tell you about it all
Some children once read
An oath to a limpid flag
And sat at the teacher's knee
Tis all a tattered rag
Let me tell you about the end of the world
We grunt or cry in pleasure and pain
Articulation is a dry throat's strain
let me tell you about it all
It's best to forget our long silenced words
To pretend we made no great strides
Let me tell you about it all
Some women once met here
To plan good things for their kin
Some hands once interclasped
An asp would shed such skin
Let me tell you about the end of the world
Let me tell you about the end of the world
Where everybody will die…
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Nihilist Weekend
04:23
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I'm sitting here in my uniform in a crowded stinking pit
And the unwashed masses we been rounding up smell like rotting animal shit
But I got perks in this mean dark job I got a silver lining of course
I got respect and can push you around and I'm authorized for lethal force
I get to have me a nihilist weekend
A misanthropic holiday
I can use my shovel to bust up the shit
Treating strangers as my prey
I'm the predator, you're the prey
I never seen the good side of town only know who pays my bills
And they don't like to see the dirt and grit so my authority scores kills
My great great grandpa hunted runaway slaves its something of a family tradition
And I don't care how bad it looks leave that to the politicians
I get to have me a nihilist weekend
A misanthropic holiday
I can use my shovel to bust up the shit
Treating strangers as my prey
I'm the predator, you're the prey
We got a crafty media that makes protesters look scary
And I get paid to haul this trash but sometimes its a little much to carry
But on my free time I feel great and I escape being depressed
And I'm a weekend nihilist by monday I'm back in black pants pressed
I get to have me a nihilist weekend
A misanthropic holiday
I can use my shovel to bust up the shit
Treating strangers as my prey
I'm the predator, you're the prey
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3. |
War Monkeys
03:10
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fortress compound weaponstock
ATF civil unrest
Martial law and police militarization
monkeys in rebellion and monkey swat teams
Now I see a clash between the war monkeys they cut each other's throats
Now I see a war between the trigger happy who don't protest or vote
Lock down seige armored gunboats
Patriot law militia don't tread on me
Violence and the threat of future violence
outbreaks and skirmishes homeland security
Now I see a clash between the war monkeys they cut each other's throats
Now I see a war between the trigger happy who don't protest or vote
Ruins black sky volcano shot
Nuclear rivers killing miles and miles
Good bye cities and farms and orchards
Survivalist cannibals roll into our camp
Now I see a clash between the war monkeys they cut each other's throats
Now I see a war between the trigger happy who don't protest or vote
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All my friends are killers in a bad, bad way
Gonna crush the life from everything, what can I say?
What the meek shall inherit they take every day
All my friends are killers, but no one else will play
yeah
She mocks his poetry, spurns all he brought
Injecting all her poison in her every spot
She loves his rush and she combs his rot
All the killers tell her that's some babe you got
yeah
All my friends are killers, they got heavy hands
They play guitars and listen to my favorite bands
I just can't tell no more where anybody stands
All my friends are killers, you don't understand
You don't understand…
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Constable Cannibal
02:02
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Pigs rush in to the power void that's right
Pigs rush in to the power void that's right
If you're poor or too young
You'll get cannibals pointing a gun
Did you think when society dies
Everybody's gonna have a free ride
When the steroids and rage take hold
The police will be killin you cold
You're gonna loose everything
To constable cannibal
Pigs rush in to the power void that's right
Pigs rush in to the power void that's right
If there's road warriors left
They'll still have to take the cop test
The police will be stomping your lights
Nothing's different but you got no rights
When the world comes down to flames
The police still be taking your names
You're gonna loose everything
To constable Cannibal
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Imaginary light
02:08
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There is no god there's just imaginary light
The kingdom falls without a fight
There is no Prince of Evil no one fears his might
The dogs are locked up out of sight
It's killing me, I'm trying hard to see
To kneel before his throne and wash his feet
If Jesus can forgive me, then I know I'll never die
But it's been so dark up in the sky
I don't have friends no more the winds of winter bite
The Prince of Heaven's face is bright
We live in darkness but we will not fear the night
There is no trembling earth to blight
A fiery sword, proclaiming light the lord
Come take my hand, come rub my eyes
If Jesus can forgive me, then I know I'll never die
But it's been so dark up in the sky
There is no god there's just imaginary light
Don't want to know eternal night…
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Pop survival
03:01
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you got your mail order rations and a cinder block bunker
you sweep it clean each spring
You got ammo boxes and dehydrated meals you think you're ready for anything
The last consumer to roam the earth will find out
You can't find satisfaction with bars of gold in your mouth
pop survival
You got lots of gold to barter but the cannibals just shake their head no
they want something to eat
And your trigger finger's sweaty as you face the arrows and spears and clubs and things
The last consumer to roam the earth will find out
You can't find satisfaction with bars of gold in your mouth
pop survival
I move like a quicksilver shadow up the ridge and down the ravine.
I'm allowed to pass because my herbs have healed the warlord's daughter.
This mountain is like a fortress, but I never carry much more than a machete
and a bow and arrow.
All around me the gangs from the flats try to siege our encampment
But they are not having much luck.
I roamed these woods every day and I can spring into action at the drop of a hat
Hey pop survivalist, what else you got in that 2012 catalog of yours?
What else was advertised to you on late night radio?
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Alice fucks
02:04
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Alice Cooper. Alice fucking me
Alice Donut. Alice on her knees
Alice in Chains
Alice, sweet Alice, did you miss me?
Alice Wonders, Alice loves to fuck
Alice strap on, Alice do my butt
Alice in Chains
Alice, sweet Alice, did you miss me?
Alice doesn't live here anymore
All the young girls love Alice
Sex Slave and Whore
Sex Slave
Alice doesn't live here anymore
All the young girls love Alice
Sex Slave and Whore
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9. |
You Mean Me!
03:18
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Plastic Fantastic!
It's hard to get any air in here
You're making me walk on an awful short peer
You made me live in a garbage can
With a dozen misprint leaflets on the brother hood of man
You throw stones you have anger
You're just throwing around all your weight
And you got your followers brushing your hair
While you fill the TV with your hot air
As you run down every marginal soul
Every minority telling them what you been told
And you say you got plans to send them all over the sea
but you mean me
You mean me when you offer a closet for queens
You mean me when you say you got prisons to keep
All your underpaid workers and slatterns and slaves
But your backlash will hit you back with its own waves
You mean me you mean me
When you step on their toes you mean me
I want everyone out there to know
Nobody has to suffer alone
You like all your walls when you can lock up the gate
And I'm everyone you tell your minions to hate
You mean me when you keep her from choosing her health
You mean you when you promise you'll make more wealth
You mean me when you promise to crack down on crime
You mean me when you call an emergency
You mean you when you say there's just one real tradition
You mean mean me when you overload labor's position
You mean me in the riots that need to be quelched
You mean me when you eat them up and bellow and blech
I want everyone out there to know
Nobody has to suffer alone
You like all your walls when you can lock up the gate
And I'm everyone you tell your minions to hate
You mean me! You mean me!
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The city folk tell us it's end times
The planet is simmering high
Heed ye swiftly, oh hark us!
The dogs keep barking on my carcass!
The lamp of truth has gone and burned out
Nobody knows stranger from kin!
It don't take much heat to spark us
The dogs keep barking on my carcass!
The fire that rises in the badlands
We cut off the outside world
And then there's just spooks in the dark, us!
The dogs keep barking on my carcass!
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We had a war and nobody fought it
We practiced holographic
Simulation
And stationed
Rockets and missiles shrill piercing whistles
Blasts of a billion degrees in radiance
Casdcadience
Then came the day
That hell came unchained
Soldiers stare at the sunrise
A glow never ending sunrise
And nuclear fire, nuclear fire, nuclear fire is...
Death roars ablazing Awesome amazing
Moments careening into the black abyss
So final
Annihilation blasts in the station
Blasts of a billion degrees in radiance
Cascadience
Now is the flame
Hell's not to blame
Soldiers die neath the sunrise
An awful artificial sunrise
And nuclear fire, nuclear fire, nuclear fire is raining down
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Sex Slave Slut Shame
03:47
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There are hungers of so many kinds
Gnawing in the bellies of the dead and blind
Brutality enough to keep the world on hunger's ledge
Loneliness is lost on the desperate knife edge
All the meat for sale is not just dripping and red
Stirring is the lust to keep the sex of cancer fed
The mattress rots and stinks
No tears to wink or blink
Sex Slave
Slut shame
There's a wind that blows the litter to earth's ends
Rusting rings were wrought for love but why pretend
There's no shame in this nakedness that writhes and starves
Everywhere are notches that the tally man carves
All the pretty faces could be next week's meal
There's too many reckless wounds that can't ever heal
Just body parts no name
All orgasm's the same
sex slave
slut shame
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Now comes the halting of my pen
That weapon serving thinking men
For now the darkness gathers cold
Through coin of sweat and grist and bone
Now baser weapon's thunderous blast
No matter, then, whose wits are fast
A jackal equal to a lion
No courage and no new things trying
For the man with the muzzle and the musket and the fire power
Such is the man that wins in the death of the glory hour
my country comes a viper's den
through hollow creeds of boastful men
who stake their claim on unearned liberty
I ask them if there's any left for me
For the man with the muzzle and the musket and the fire power
Such is the man that wins in the death of the glory hour
And death comes roughly hewn and cheap
The clamor drones as bodies heap
And some fall fighting melee's midst
Their skills mean nothing, valor pissed
And now the goons go on parade
Their gumption shallow, a charade
Their rights in stone, their false decree
The right to kill with shameless ease
For the man with the muzzle and the musket and the fire power
Such is the man that wins in the death of the glory hour
And in the land of valor's heart
Are waste and ashes without art
Without the glory fought and won
Unburied dead beneath the sun
For the man with the voice and the crown of the prophet's power
Such is the man that weeps in the death of the glory hour
I am the man who weeps in the death of the glory hour
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Iron Heads
03:19
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Well she's deeply, deeply bothered
By your worthless accusations
And they brought her here to deal with you in time
You are silenced you are broken
You have heard the words she's spoken
She will teach you many lessons in this life
She is poison, she is evil, she got iron heads
Iron hearts
She don't know the pain you're getting
She don't care about your guilt
She is something else and you know she's well built
She is here to cut your cries off
She will give you total loving
She will poison you to put down ink and quill
She is poison, she is evil, she got iron heads
Iron hearts
Well she do not come in colors
She is heartbreak in the chrome
She will give you many dreams about a wife
She will do as she was programed
She don't put up with no bitching
She will teach you many lessons in this life
She is poison, she is evil, she got iron heads
Iron hearts
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Empire of the Ants
02:59
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The spark you bear begins to sputter
Profanity your passions utter
Might heaven's milkmaid give us butter
Near her great threshold lies your gutter
With warfare and a new election
God's mirror gapes with imperfection
How wrong to claim your bleeding savior
Died for your sins not your behavior
Vain prayers and vain chants
This empire of the ants
Betray your only testament
Your golden crown is lost and spent
Sacrifice your children's place
A line in satan's laughing face
The sacred herb from valley bright
You squander for a drunkard's blight
The gift of smoke of peace you scorn
Your shackles forged and ever worn
Vain prayers and vain chants
This empire of the ants
Your chieftains gird themselves to fight
Betray each day to hungry night
Your garish vaunted idols tower
Without man's hand where's satan's power?
The old and wise you mock and jeer
They cry truth to your deafened ears
But they have all passed far from dust
No more to covet dead bone's lust
Vain prayers and vain chants
This empire of the ants
The spark you bear begins to sputter
Profanity your passions utter
Might heaven's milkmaid give u s butter
Near her great threshold lies your gutter
With warfare and a new election
God's mirror gapes with imperfection
How wrong to think your bleeding savior
Died for some curse not your behavior
Vain prayers and vain chants
This empire of the ants
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Fightin for you
02:43
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Let me tell you about the end of the world
Where everybody will die…
Well I'm fightin for you
all the things that are true
just forget your old life
come on bring in the new
Sorry for desperate things I might do
I won't be sullen and fallen and blue
forget about everything you ever knew
don't you know don't you know don't you know that I'm fightin for you.
Never had a girl worth fighting for maybe I just can't tell
But you are my wife and I'll fight like hell.
Well I took all the guff
In the final collapse
And I sucked on the rocks
till my hunger would lapse
I only ate tubers I found or I grew
Words and ideas are the things that I chew
I'll get in his face
the next killer eyeing you
don't you know don't you know don't you know I'll be fightin for you.
And if I die before everything
I sing and I promise you
You'll be sure of my final act
my final words will ring true
I told you I'd fight for you
I'll tell you I'll die for you.
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Coz the Shroom New Mexico
NOW RETIRED TO BECOME A MONK AND FOLLOW THE TAO TE CHING.
Cassette artist since 1979, Former Austin punk rocker, (18
years in Austin Texas) independent recording artist, and part of the SUCKDOG circus from 1991 to 1998. long time performance artist, writer, and psychonaut.
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