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You Been Had (A Political Song For Mr. Steak To Sing)
Can you separate the fake from real? Baby Boomers viewing Fox News with zeal
They take the bait and they live in fear of anyone that isn’t lily white
Big contributions from the NRA so for each mass murder they just look away
Heartfelt prayers but they’ve got theirs as the bodycount continues to rise
Private equity sent your job to Mexico
Government rewarded them with tax cuts and staggeringly giant loans
You been had
Cultural anxiety sold to you by the 1%
You been had
Addicted to the drugs prescribed to alleviate your discontent
You been had
Did you ever think this system wasn’t built for you?
You been had
You were sold an American dream that no longer holds true
You been had, you been had, you been had!
You think the anthem is about the troops? Your leaders see that you’re just a bunch of dupes whose outrage works as another excuse - Your First Amendment rights are going next
Protest abortion ‘cause you’re so devout, a child gets born that you don’t give a fuck about
You want your women subservient and to punish them for wanting sex
Bring me the head of Papa John
Better profits, worse conditions, you’d prefer we be automatons
You been had
Cultural anxiety sold to you by the 1%
You been had
Addicted to the drugs prescribed to alleviate your discontent
You been had
Did you ever think this system wasn’t built for you?
You been had
You were sold an American dream that no longer holds true
You been had, you been had, you been had!
Rocket Man vs. a fake-tanned phony with a mountain of Russian debt
Will the end of the world as we know it be broadcast on the Internet?
YOU.
BEEN.
HAD.
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Rad Reputation
03:17
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Rad Reputation
It’s hard to look like a real rock ‘n’ roller
While I’m out mowing my yard
And I could roll in smokin’ in a Prius
But I’m not trying that hard
‘Cause somewhere between there and here
I gave the last fuck I had to give
And I don’t really care about some punk kid
Who hates the way I live
Rad reputation around the water cooler at my work
Rad reputation I’m not just some desk jockey jerk
Rad reputation, well I ain’t nobody’s fool
Rad reputation, heard your secretary thinks I’m cool
Rad reputation
High ranking members of the KISS Army
Now manage our 401Ks
Might listen to “Destroyer” on the weekend
But golf’s replaced wasted days
Well I’m not living for the giving in
Quite so easily
I’ll fight through the boredom and the bullshit
With a Marshall and a Flying V
Rad reputation, around the water cooler at my work
Rad reputation, I’m not just some desk jockey jerk
Rad reputation,I’ve got all the street cred I need
Rad reputation, for making people’s eardrums bleed
Rad reputation
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Good Times Only
03:34
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Good Times Only
You spilled my beer and you called me “bro”
Now you’re thinking we’re tight and I’m thinking you’re a bozo
Not getting paid, you’re gonna dick us around
Got a couple drink tickets and a promise of professional sound
You’re just a glory boy and you’re having a ball tonight
Don’t get offended ‘cause we read your motives right
We play for good times only!
Thoughts and prayers but nobody cares
Your adult lifestyle isn’t one that I wanna share
Age is not the enemy, it’s complacency
Stay rad forever, yes, I will dare
Don’t wanna open for Bon Jovi or burlesque
Your idea of opportunity just makes me feel grotesque
We play for good times only!
Here’s some freedom of expression
In case you need some refreshin’
Good times are so hard to find so shove those bad times up your ass
Gimme nachos
Gimme beer
Gimme jams I wanna hear
So come on, let’s go!
We play for good times only!
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Second Scorching
02:44
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Second Scorching
Look into my eyes, see my mistakes, my colon pulverized
PBR combined with age, war on yourself is a fight you shouldn’t wage
For whom the Taco Bell tolls,
Pour one out for their smoldering holes
It’s the second scorching, we’ll deliver
The second scorching, you’ll remember the…
White castles made of sand, tear you up inside then crumble in your can
Still your hunger will not cease, Ring the King and order up a Royal Feast
Three cups of coffee in the morn
Your gut’s awake and your world is reborn
It’s the second scorching, we’ll deliver
The second scorching, you’ll remember
The second scorching, peeling paint with
The second scorching, burning taint with the second…
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St. Aigner
03:32
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Saint Aigner
Another time, another place, another year
Waiting for answers that never appear
Another rerun, more misspent time
Another reason that knows no rhyme
Spokane Sam came by, gave me a five
Brought a Naked Raygun tape along for the drive
Burrowin’ in at Sergeant Pepper Spray’s
Workin’ a liquor store that barely pays
Still waiting for my second issue of Astro Cat
Still wearing that same old worn-out Red Sox hat
Saint Aigner waits for no man
Friday night boys have their poker game
The more things change the more they stay the same
Saturday, might stop to buy some beer
Talk some baseball, then disappear
Don’t need a prophet with a message from god
Don’t need a doctor, I’m just feeling odd
Nothing to interpret, nothing to hide
Buy a ticket, take the ride
Go to the counter, he’ll probably ask “Can I help you, man?”
More than you realize or possibly know it, he probably can
Saint Aigner waits for no man
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Comin' In Hot
03:55
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Comin’ In Hot
I read the comment section and I’m so mad I did
There’s no hope for these Neanderthals and they keep having kids
Posting their dumb opinions as fast as they can hit “send”
Starting it out with “I’m not racist, but…”
Then adding more shit they can never defend
Spoiler alert, the next caller is an idiot too
But he’s got an opinion for what the local team’s coach should do
And now he’s comin’ in hot
Comin’ in hot
I got an e-mail forward from Aunt Conspiracy
Killary’s gonna come and take your guns away and then abort your niece
I’m gonna bet the over Thanksgiving could get weird
Probably gonna have to get all liquored up, convince your uncle Joel Osteen’s queer
The man you elected clearly is a bigoted fool
But that’s why you did it and you’re out to prove it, too
Now she’s comin’ in hot
Comin’ in hot
You found a solution for your imaginary immigrant woes
Now your taxes are going to build a wall facing Mexico
Now we’re comin’ in hot
Comin’ in hot!
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Banned In Muncie
03:42
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Banned In Muncie
Goodbye to normalcy, I’ve been thrown out and banished for the breach
It’s all so out of reach, lost my band, my home, my freedom of speech
Perhaps it’s in my head, thrown out, discarded, then left for fucking dead
But I have my doubts, locked up the gates of steel, threw Mr. Steak out
I’ve been banned in Muncie
Big Brother, let me go and set my people free
I’ve been banned in Muncie
Locked the door, threw away the key
Sounded like a joke, four-letter words and a band named after coke
But banished ‘cause of balls? M-town’s founding fathers forgotten after all
So cursing is OK? But euphemistic teste talk has buried Mr. Steak?
And now we’ll bide our time, Budweiser turned its back and kicked us down the line
I’ve been banned in Muncie
Big Brother, let me go and set my people free
I’ve been banned in Muncie
Locked the door, threw away the key
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City Lights, Bullshit Nights
How do you know when it’s come time to go?
The paint is faded and the cracks begin to show
Every street, they all eventually end
Seek out your path and that’s where it all begins
Did the same thing for 25 years
Feels so alone when you just can’t face your fears
Everyone told you, “It’s time to move on,”
You finally listenin’ now that everybody’s gone?
The road that leads to nowhere takes me back to you
Tell me what I’m supposed to do
City lights and bullshit nights are everywhere I go
City lights and bullshit nights are dragging me so low
Stepping out before I kill myself
Let these mean streets claim somebody else
Broken concrete and a menacing vibe
In this ghost town wonder who is still alive
You got away but something always drags you back
Lurking in the shadows and it’s waiting to attack
Self-pity turns to anger, motivates your feet
Back to the call of darkness, time to hit the street
The road that leads to nowhere takes me back to you
Tell me what I’m supposed to do
City lights and bullshit nights are everywhere I go
City lights and bullshit nights are dragging me so low
City lights and bullshit nights, the only time I see
City lights and bullshit nights, these nights are killing me
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P.K. Ripper
04:20
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PK Ripper
Dad’s out drinking at the Pony Keg
Mom’s hanging up some art you made
Big sister’s boyfriend is trying to get laid
You’re on the Ripper as the daylight fades
Rock quarry where some weak kid drowned
Dirt ‘stache dudes are knocking Busch Lights down
My walkman’s blasting out Metallica tapes
I’m on the Ripper, no man shakes my faith
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation
Maybe they never discovered comic books or masturbation
On the PK Ripper tonight, tearing out of sight
PK Ripper tonight, burning up the night
Street warriors with a taste for vert
Curb endos and you’re kicking up dirt
A cross-town voyage to hang at the mall
Sultan’s Castle and allowances fall
You see the Ripper? Can’t touch the Ripper!
A lead pipe beneath your backpack’s zipper
You’re talkin’ shit down at Thomas Park
Petey kicked your ass for your dumbshit remark
On the PK Ripper tonight, burning up the night
PK Ripper tonight, tearing out of sight
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(Come Play A) Real City
02:54
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(Come Play A) Real City
Shake some hands, play some games
Kiss some asses, drop some names
You sing of change but the song remains the same
I said, “Hey there, Loose Fit,
You talk a wide mile of bullshit,”
You may know it all but there’s some subtlety that you don’t get
Are you happy with where you are today?
Seems like you’ve always had your way
You’re still talking when there’s nothing left to say
Come play in a real city, come visit a real town
Come play in a real city, come visit a real town tonight
You ain’t trying to move back here
Trust me, pal, I think you’ve made that clear
You don’t mince words tearing down things I hold dear
Brushed us off as you left town
Then you ask us why we never come around
Loud as you are you still can’t hear a sound
Run all you want, you’ll never get away
You’re still stuck with yourself at the end of the day
Another short visit that’s been overstayed
Come play in a real city, come visit a real town
Come play in a real city, come visit a real town tonight…
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2017 (A Treatise Of Human Nature)
Suicidal dreams are now always haunting me
I close my eyes, dystopian void stares back at me
Smoke and mirrors, believing the deceit
Watch the hands, not the cards played by global elites
For a few tax breaks, whatever it takes
Sell out the base, they’ll never see
Distract and divide, each word another lie
Democracy won’t die with dignity
2017, we ruin everything
Elect your despot king
We’re struggling and suffering
2017, ignite the gasoline
Welcome to the machine
In ‘17, 2017
Resist the urge to just go quietly
Every week a leader speaks, a new atrocity
There is no God coming down to bail us out
The seas will rise and angry skies bring famine, plague, and drought
You can pray or try to play
The cynical rush in to make a buck
You want sympathy? Don’t look to me
I’ll suggest a thousand ways you can get fucked
2017, we ruin everything
Elect your despot king
We’re struggling and suffering
2017, ignite the gasoline
Welcome to the machine
In ‘17, 2017
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The Cocaine Wolves Indianapolis, Indiana
The Cocaine Wolves exist at the intersection of punk rock, heavy metal, and riff rock, set somewhere in the desolate, faceless suburbia of the Midwestern United States: let’s call it Suburban Street Metal. Put Thin Lizzy, Judas Priest, and The Dictators in a blender and call the Muncie Department of Sanitation out to clean up the aftermath. These fist-pumping face-melters will rule your stereo! ... more
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