Where Quantity Is Job #1

All answers seem to come to easily, to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a song i try to make her see there is no way. attem
T comprehension always miss. she lays her body down and tries to say. i guests there is no answer to a kiss so then you turn around, tell me why we have to wait and see. turn around and you sigh
-bye, we always disagree, you just cannot stand to see me free to fly away.

When i've had enough, i'll get a pick-up truck and drive away. i'll take my last 10 bucks just as far as it will go. yeah, sometimes i'm easily fooled, i take a painful step and get knocked back
I do all i can and it's all i can do. true. and if i had the choice, i'd take the voice i got, cuz it was hard to find. y'know, i've come to far to wind up right back where i started. they tell
Ho i should be, but i'll never let you flickers make a mess of me. i do all i can and it's all i can do. true. one more sunset, lay my head down. true. one more sunrise, open my eyes. true. they
Alk you up, they'll talk you down. begin to doubt. your reasons seem very far away. yeah, and i'll stop breathing the day that i can't walk proud, rather walk away. i do all i can and it's all i
Do. i do all i can and i do it for you. true.

Fine day in river heights, fine day for your skateboards and bikes, fine day in your cute little world, fine day for tough boys and submissive girls, a fine day to see that the government's got
Rop on you. watching everything that you do. but you tell yourself that i you're exempt from their stare and that rules are rules and the system's fair and square, but with wired phones and two-
Irrors, they've been watching you for 20-some years, they regulate your idleness, (get a load of this next line) you agglutinate and acquiesce, this whole goddamn world's a fucking mess, but it'
Ine-day in river heights (whammy bar mayhem)

Hey hannah, how's it going? can i borrow some records you punk rock piece of shit? hey jord, join the chicken-fight, is that a sub you've got in your face you piece of shit fat mother-fucker?

You speak of rastafari, but how can you justify belief in a god that's left you behind? you've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class and your faith merely keeps you in line. an
Gamation of jewish scripture and christian thought. what will that get you? not a fuck of a lot. take a look at your promised land. your deed is that gun in your hand. mt. zion's a minefield. th
T bank. the gaza strip. soon to be parking lots for american tourists and fascist cops. fuck zionism. fuck militarism. fuck americanism. fuck nationalism. fuck religion

Hey hannah, how's it going? is that you i see slappin' dicks with brad? fuck you got a hairy ass! a hairy fuckin' ass! hairy ass! hey jord, how's it going? you fucking fat piece of shit, i could
H your drum kit right now and maybe i will or maybe i won't-no, i won't.

Heard a song and i counted out loud the two-steps, the goose-steps back. back from square one, from where we'd just begun, and then it rang a bell-but is this kristallnacht or what the fuck is y
Lan? would you care to expand? and i don't deny the choice, but i defy you as the voice of anything i've stood for in these past 9 years, i've conquered the nurturing and found that anything wor
Nquering is powered, built and backed by fear, not by fact. and having said that... meat is still murder. dairy is still rape. and i'm still as stupid as anyone, but i know my mistakes. i have r
Ized one form of oppression, now i recognize the rest. and life's too short to make another's shorter.

White, he's a good boy, he loves his mamma. he loves jesus and his country too. he's a good boy, working class white male. loves violence and his dumb girlfriend too. and that's enough to make m
That's enough to make me sick! i am white, proud and stupid, i am much smarter than you kid (good rhyme), cuz you don't know what's right, you're black instead of white and you gotta be like me
U wanna be free in my world. in my world. i can't believe what you say, do you really think that way? every time you talk you tear the human race limb from limb. limb from limb. the first genera
With the racial segregation (dunno) turn in her grave. nazi skins and aryans pollute our land: screwdriver (dead), white pride (broke up) and warzone (not nazis) and other nazi bands, they're a
Of 'fag'-bashing goons, nationalist buffoons, and, they don't even know what the fuck they're singing about at all. i will never be white, proud and stupid, i am no smarter than you kid (good r
, and we both know what's rig
Ht, it's never black or white you don't have to be like me you're always free in my world, in my world. the first generation with the racial segregation...

Stand up and we are the tyrants messangers of satan we pledge you all raise your hands this is the solstice hail legions arise we'll raise the roof touch the skies. were praying for the wings of
Em to arrive the screaming fury burns brings us alive stand up and be counted, stand up and be counted. we are the demons children of fire your turn has come live your desire burning ambition we
Re staying wild we stand as one never denied defyant and proud we stand together metlallic and loud we will fight devestation, pure hell legions of the night come on, raise your hands we are the
K metal gods v. e. n. o. fucking m. are you with us right until the end? come on right at the back you wanna be counted as well? stand up! and be counted..

"publicly subsidized! privately profitable!" that's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). we focus a moment, nod in approval and bury our head back in the bar-codes
Hese neo-colonials while our former nemesis (ah, the romance!): the nation-state, now plays fund-raiser for a new brand of power-concentrate. try again, but now we're confused- what is "cla
R"? is this class war? yes, this is class war. and i'm just a kid- i can't believe that i gotta worry about this kind of shit! what a stupid world! yeah, this is just beautiful... absolutel
Regard for principle. what a stupid world. (we're): 1) born 2) hired 3) disposed! where that job lands, everybody knows and you can tell by the smile on the ceo's that the environmental restrain
E about to go. you can bet that laws will be set to ensure the benefit of unrestricted labor-laws (all kept in place by displaced government death squads). they own us. they produce us. they con
Us. can you fucking believe this? what a stupid w
Orld. fuck this bullshit display of class-loyalties. the media and "our" leaders wrap it all up in a flag- their fucking shit-rag. hooray!

When fred and barney rubble (please kill me) indoctrinate me in my own home and try to tell me that mr. slate's got it rough on his corporate throne, "yeah, mr. slate, boys, has bigger prob
Than we've ever known, and a man like deserves respect and your respect alone" indoctrination to keep you in your place, brainwashing to enslave the human race. they'll get you when you're
And forever they embrace (were you dropped as a baby? cuz brains you lack-anthrax) a gov't self-portrait, an evil we must face (and replace), you've convinced me that a working class stiff (but
Oud one!) is what i am and that for minimum wage in this state-run cage that should always do the best that i can. just do what i'm told till i'm to old to move my broken, twisted carcass out of
Don't take a stand, just take commands until i'm dead.