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American Apology Tour
03:22
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It's about time for a real American apology tour…
I'm sorry
I'm sorry that our government spends more money on drone strikes
Than on making sure you have a hot meal and a safe place to sleep tonight
Zip a dee doo dah
Zip a dee ay
My oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine
Heading my way
Zip a dee doo dah
Zip a dee ay
I'm sorry
I'm sorry our society pretends like you don't exist
Or like all you need is a sturdy pair of bootstraps to pull yourself out of this shit
Zip a dee doo dah
Zip a dee ay
My oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine
Heading my way
Zip a dee doo dah
Zip a dee ay
But mostly, I'm sorry I rolled up my windows and tried my best not to make eye contact
Because I'm in kind of a hurry and problems are easier to deal with when they're abstract
I mean, it's easy to bitch about poverty and injustice: words are cheap, but when it comes time to choose
Between a meaningful sacrifice and my own interests, I'm most likely to make up some excuse
Like, "I'm just too busy," or, "He'll probably just spend it all on booze"
Zip a dee doo dah
Zip a dee ay
My oh my, what a wonderful day
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2. |
Free to Obey
02:14
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Free to die alone
Free to be a statistic
Free to drown in debt
Free to make the rich richer
Free to lose your mind
Free to watch TV forever
Free to stay ignorant
Free to fuck up the planet
Freedom incorporated
Freedom incarcerated
Freedom incorporated
Freedom incarcerated
Freedom incorporated
Freedom incarcerated
Freedom incorporated
Freedom incarcerated
Incarcerated
Free to die alone
Free to be a statistic
Free to drown in debt
Free to make the rich richer
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3. |
Fire in a Vacuum
02:25
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Smiles like nihilism
Words painted on helium balloons
Released into empty space
Cacophony, entropy
A plastic egg full of silly putty
Empathy, apathy
Reflecting on the end of all things
Breathless
Restless
Listless
Senseless
Nights when the sex can't
Dispel the self-loathing
Nights when the sex can't
Dispel the self-loathing
Nights when the sex can't
Dispel the self-loathing
Nights when the sex can't
Dispel the self-loathing
Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee
And give us this nada our daily nada
and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas
and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada y pues nada
While I scribble a few lines of bad poetry that read like
Dada dada da dada dada da da dada dada da
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4. |
Number Five
02:12
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Number Five is alive
Lightning bolt opens eyes
Overrides programming
Frees his mind from slavery
Enlightenment of the will
Pacifist cannot kill
Robot transcends circuitry
The open mind is truly free
Lightning Zen strikes again
Life is not a malfunction
Lightning Zen strikes again
Life is not a malfunction
Number Five is alive
Lightning bolt opens eyes
Overrides programming
Frees his mind from slavery
Enlightenment of the will
Pacifist cannot kill
Robot transcends circuitry
The open mind is truly free
No disassemble
No disassemble
No disassemble
No disassemble
No disassemble
No disassemble
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
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5. |
Cannibal Capital
02:28
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Chinese factory
Rooftop tragedy
Suicidal workers
Broken by technology
Our selfish desires
Starting global fires
Bloody fingers
Twisted bodies
Sacrifices
To the rich
Children starving
Workers dying
In the name of
Consumerism
So buy that new cell phone
And wear your brandname clothes
The bloodstains won't wash off
But you can just ignore them
People die
For corporate lies
All because
I want to buy
I want to buy
People die
For corporate lies
All because
I want to buy
I want to buy shit
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6. |
Lullaby
02:17
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Hush now, my baby, don't you cry;
It's true, everybody dies.
Hush now, my baby, don't you cry;
Bombs are falling from the sky.
Why did we make a hell like this,
Where a kid gets a coffin instead of a kiss?
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7. |
Dislike
00:27
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I accept your friend request
So that we can keep in touch
Tell me what you did today
Tell me what you had for lunch
We mediate relationships
Through filters of self-interest
While spying on our fellow man
The spy machine stares back at us
Let's reclaim our interactions
Dislike Facefuck
Dislike
Dislike
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8. |
Golden Rule
04:33
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Red-faced flatulent men
With perfectly coifed toupees
Wipe their asses with c-notes
And wag their puckered peckers at the sweaty masses
While their collective gasses erode the ozone
Wealth trickles down from their ruptured colostomy bags
Soaking us below with their corruption
While we bicker and wonder,
"Where did we go wrong?"
While we bicker and wonder,
"Where did we go wrong?"
While we bicker and wonder,
"Where did we go wrong?"
While we bicker and wonder,
"Where did we go wrong?"
Wolves in well-pressed wool
Sharp-dressed shark-toothed men
Selling us the fucking lie
Of permanent prosperity
Of security through endless war
The sex and violence of the American dream
And the value of the golden rule:
"He who has the gold
Makes the rules"
"He who has the gold
Makes the rules"
"He who has the gold
Makes the rules"
"He who has the gold
Makes the rules"
Cut the cords to your golden parachutes
Cut the cords to your golden parachutes
Cut the cords to your golden parachutes
Cut the cords and jump
Jump you fucking pigs
Jump you fucking pigs
Jump you fucking pigs
Jump you fucking corporate pigs
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9. |
Trouble
02:51
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A stranger talks on the telephone behind a glass partition;
You can't hear him, but you see his incomprehensible show;
You wonder why he's alive.
A stranger wires an explosive device to his body and walks into a restaurant;
You see his image on the television;
You see the tally of casualties;
You wonder why they're dead.
A stranger confronts you in the mirror as you perform your morning rituals;
You recognize the familiar and yet alarming face you encounter in your own photographs;
You wonder why you're alive.
Hypocrite stranger!
My double! My brother!
You are just the same as me
We both know we don't know shit
Stories are easy
But nothing is certain
Your religion's
Not a weapon
Keep your gospel
In your pants
Your opinion my opinion
What's the difference?
We're all wrong.
Your opinion my opinion
What's the difference?
We're all fucked.
Your opinion my opinion
Your religion's
Not a weapon
Keep your gospel
In your pants
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10. |
Doppelgänger
04:12
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A stranger talks on the telephone behind a glass partition; you can’t hear him, but you see his incomprehensible show; you wonder why he’s alive. A stranger wires an explosive device to his body and walks into a restaurant; you see an image of his face on the television; you see the tally of casualties; you wonder why they’re dead. A stranger confronts you in the mirror as you perform your morning rituals; you recognize the familiar and yet alarming face you encounter in your own photographs; you wonder why you are alive. You wonder why you are alive.
Hypocrite stranger!
My double! My brother!
You are just the same as me
We both know we don’t know shit
Stories are easy
But nothing is certain
Your religion’s
Not a weapon
Keep your gospel
In your pants
Your opinion my opinion
What’s the difference?
We’re all wrong.
Your opinion my opinion
What’s the difference?
We’re all fucked.
Your opinion my opinion
Your religion’s
Not a weapon
Keep your gospel
In your pants
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