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Fuck thoughts and prayers. Fuck your thoughts, fuck your prayers, fuck your bullshit, you don’t care. You’ll use a band aid when you should use a tourniquet. Call it what it is, it’s a fucking terrorist. Thoughts and prayers? Terrorist! Say fucking terrorist because it’s fucking terror, go! I can’t believe that it’s come to this, these dinosaurs validate the racist sexist. I can’t believe that it’s come to this, has it always been this way? And now we’re paying attention. Fact check! Nothing you say is true, nothing you say you do, you’re fucking full of shit, its time to end it.
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Nein!
01:50
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123456789. My quiet desperation. 987654321. Franky save me from my sadness, Franky save my sanity. Franky help me to get through this, Franky count me! 123456789. Screaming alone in a dingy basement, living alone sleeping on the couch. No motivation, quiet desperation. Being alone all by myself. 123456789.
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Poor Excuse
02:47
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The year was unremarkable, not memorable, as a numeral. But if I trust in logical arithmetic I can place the date 2006. When I started working at Mr. Chicken, it was the best fried bird from a dirty kitchen. Delivery bike, I delivered non-stop. Got hassled by the cops, got hassled by the cops. On the left side of traffic down a one way street. Backup bike had no breaks, guess I gotta use my feet. But I didn’t see an unmarked car sitting there. Car door swung open because the cops didn’t care about getting to the bottom of who done wrong. A good cop, bad cop, dance and a song. I tried to use reason to calm them down they said, “Shut the fuck up, we’re gonna beat you down!” They cuff me, searched me, took off my shoes. Tossed the bike in the back, now I’m being accused. They asked what I bought I said I was selling fucking fried chicken, I’m not a mother fucking felon. They threw me in the back of the unmarked car with a bruised up dude because they went too far. The dude said he didn’t do a single thing wrong. He asked what I got I said I got none. They walked me in front of the restaurant and said the boss wouldn’t wanna see me in handcuffs. I saw a crowd forming out the corner of me eye, 5-0 aint gonna get another fall guy. They started to sweat, and they got cold feet as they’re causing a scene on hamilton street. They said I was lucky to be let go, just a fried chicken boy dealing with the po-po. This abuse I will not stand from a poor excuse for a policeman.
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Every time you say amen, crucifixion S & M. Everytime you break the bread, worshipping the undead. Hallelujah, what’s it to ya? You can go fuck yourself. Now I’m gonna say the worst C word. C-U-L-T religion is a cult.
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Its Alright, Its Okay
02:58
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They say your mind’s in the gutter. They tried to wash your brain and make ya feel insane. But you’re not like any other. It’s alright, its okay. They don’t like the clothes you wear, the fact that you don’t comb your hair. It proves to them that you don’t care and they can’t control you. She said you’re too Rock & Roll but its all you know. You’re not too Rock & Roll, you got soul. And they can’t take it away. Oi! It’s alright, its okay!
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Robot Catfish
01:59
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I don’t wanna meet you! You don’t wanna meet me! I don’t wanna meet you, a robot catfish. Her name’s Mackenzie, a speech pathologist, she’s into travel and taco Tuesday, she likes to stay fit but she still eats pizza, she carries all her grocery bags in one trip, unique! Yeah it’s time to connect, but now she’s turned into a robot catfish. What am I supposed to expect when I’m treating this all like a robot catfish. I don’t wanna hate this place but it’s turning me into a robot catfish. What the hell should I expect when I do it like this and get all robot catfished out. Robot catfish! Robotic catfisher! Swipe left if you can’t have conversation with a human being, must have passport, kid is not mine, speak sarcasm, that’s my brother in the picture, five foot ten but likes to wear heels, don’t take selfies in the bathroom, stupid fuck boy, it’s times like this I’m glad that I’m alone.
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Dig into the Wound
01:39
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Set myself up again, I set myself up again and again. I’m holding on to a piece of irrelevant acquired data. I’m holding on to a piece of unstoppable irrelevant data. I tell myself I should that to be sure I get desired results back. When it falls short then I fall hard. There’s nothing to do but dig into my wounds. Won’t somebody please pass me the salt shaker cause I got a couple of wounds that need tending to. I can’t feel it yet, dig into the wound!
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Got hit with a plastic bag in a trash tornado. Needles and pins and bloody rags in a trash tornado. Mean stray cats and poison gas in a trash tornado. 24 oz bud ice cans in a trash tornado. Tasty cakes and old cheesesteaks in a trash tornado. Plastic bottles filled with pee in a trash tornado. Shitty parents with shitty kids making trash tornados. Acting like this ain’t where they live in a trash tornado. They’ll be stepping in their own shit in a trash tornado. They can’t see their karma’s a bitch in a trash tornado. Junkyard! Mainstreet! Trash! Smashed TVs, abandoned cars. Ponies living in tire yard. Mattress infested with bed bugs. Ants and grubs and slimy slugs. Ancient weeds all overgrown. Cigarette butts and chicken bones. Spent blunt guts on cracked concrete. Seems like we’re living on a junkyard mainstreet. Junkyard! Mainstreet! I belong in the junkyard.
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Distract
02:04
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Distracting the masses, separate the classes, with tax cut and jobs act, president massive distraction. 987654321. Distract! Endless twitter rants on non-issues while bills are passed. Deceptive speeches, pointless travel bans are ineffective. Let’s debunk the myth, there’s no fucking war on Christmas. Don’t act like you care, you’d love a Christian straight white America. Science denying is another name for bold face liar, is another name for the fuhrer. Nein! Null and void!
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Frankensense Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Hardcore punk from a dingy basement in Port Richmond. The product of a human created monster subjected to copious amounts of sound waves.
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