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?

"knowledge dispels fear!" yeah, i hear you loud and clear, just take note of where it's from. a reliable source? or educated by force in this hidden curriculum? obey all day and back f
Unch by one. you can't reverse the damage done. your knowledge is a bullet in their gun. they've taught you well, destroyed every last brain cell with their methods, 10 on 1. little man, here's
Number, here's your plan to serve the hidden curriculum, i'm dumb.

The best thing i ever saw on tv was that s.q. (securite quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. condolence, madame canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. but this song's no
Ut some romantic account of history. it's not about martyrs or mythos or heroes or burnings-in-effigy. it's about a native kid flipping her lid just trying to keep some self-respect intact. it's
T an oka the size of a fist in resistance and a will to fight back... and the girls at work, they still deny their racism. they claim tolerance for all. but it seems the degree of (only) racial
Is their gauge (and it defines tolerance as hate). and there's 27 million "girls-at-work" here. imagine fighting that for 500 years. and golly-gee! how valient! how the white oppresso
Es allowance for calculated gestures of insurgence (all tightly tethered to their purses/purpose). oka had this orchestra(tion) aborted. oka fucked their rules to choose a future self-determined
I, for one, support it... ...and the sm
Artest thing i think i ever said: "if a kevin kostner kavalry is your means to their end, then the struggle is dead". why do we pretend that our approval is upon what they depend?

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.

I think that, i'm of course opposed to terror or any rational person is but i think that if we're serious about the question of terror serious about the question of violence, we have to recogniz
T it is a tactical and hence moral matter. incidentally, tactical issues are basically moral issues. they have to do with human consequences and if we're interested in let's say diminishing the
T of violence in the world, it's at least arguable and perhaps even sometimes true that a terroristic act does diminish the amount of violence in the world. hence a person who is opposed to viol
Will not be opposed to that terroristic act.

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.