You Are The Government

hey, sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong, eradicate but vindicate as "progress" creeps along, puritan work ethic maintains its subconscious edge, as old glory maintains your consciousness there's a loser in the house and a puppeton a stool, and a crowded way of life and a black reflecting pool, and as the people bend the moral fabric dies, then country can't pretend to ignore it's people's cries you are the government, you are jurisprudence, you are the volition, you are jurisdiction, and I make a difference too.

1000 More Fools

I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth, phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth, I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes , inchoate beatitude, the Lord of the flies, so what does it mean when your mind starts to stray? kaleidoscopic images of love on the way, brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay, 1000 more fools are being born every fucking day, they try to tell me that the lamb is on the way, with microwave transmissions they bombard us every day, the masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep, the vortex of their minds ensconced within the murky deep.

How Much Is Enough

tell me can the hateful chain be broken, production and consumption define our hollow lives, avarice lead us across the ocean, toward a land that's better, much more bountiful wide, when will mankind finally come to realize, his surfeit has become his demise? how much is enough to kill oneself? that quantity is known today, as we blow ourselves away tell me is there anything so sure? rapacity, tenacity, capacity, for more! like a dog that feeds until he suffers, the infirmity of man is brought his selfish cure.

When

I've seen a lot of things in 5 years, I struggle just to hold back the tears, but every fuckin' where I go I see the pathos that I know, will spell the termination of us all, someone's got to tell me, do you see, that everything around you has a hidden tragedy? seeds of happiness have never found a place to grow, and our generation doesn't know, when, when will you try to change the logarithmic pace of kissing things goodbye, when will you know that human life is so short and death is oh so slow, I've tried to make things make sense but I can't, I'm happy just to watch them all and laugh, and if you think you've got it made just revel in your selfish ways, cuz when the world stops turning so will you!

Give You Nothing

hey, everybody's looking but they never can see, all the angst, corruption and the dishonesty, think about the times and places you've never known, you're a manswarm atom and yet you're alone, so I give you me, I give you nothing! so you've got a place that you can callyour own, but you make a habit of carrying the stone, look around and ask someone if you're alive, you're a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive respectable despicable it seems all the same, now we realize that we have nothing to say, if yore reserve is weak, andality complete, ask yourself again "do I deserve much from them", no!

Land Of Competition

see, there's a girl who's afraid of the world so she stays at home, next there's a boy who seems so lost in his joy he's all alone, the camera's on them, they're in the land of competition, southern california air feeds them, they know they're best cuz of the way they are dressed, but you can bet you are not welcome in their home, see there's a girl who sits and watches the world from her blue screen, also a boy who truly wants to destroy his hometown scene, they both want to travel to the land of competition, southern california will destroy them, and they won't be the best,they'll be the poseurs who dress like the plastic idiots who they copy tell me what do you need to make you happy? indeed, is it out of your reach? beware of number one, see all the damage it has done, there are so few of them, you won't find too many in the land of competition, southern california doesn't breed them, if you just want the best turn to yourself for the rest, and forget about the ones who "have it all."

Forbidden Beat

there was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones, he sought extrication through chemical vocation, and now he just answers to tones it's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat, enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat thinking, today, of what I want to say, thinking of inhibition and vice, what they call straight I do relegate as I cautiously saltate along it thunders away at first light of each and the simpleton lifestyle evolves, but soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts and a new day, upon us, results.

Best For You

above us lay the burdens, below us lay the truth, we're somewhere in the middle, and we're all discontent too is someone watching over you? inside, they know what's best for you judgments not tomorrow, it's today (yes, now it's here), but no it isn't jesus, take a look at all your peers, they're all looking down on you, inside they know what's best for you . . . everybody knows what's best for you, everybody knows what's best for you, everybody knows what's best for you, everybody knows . . .
Suffer

did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday? the lunatic, the hypocrite are all lost in the fray can't you see their lives are just like ours? an unturned stone, an undiscovered door leading too, the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you, the masses of humanity have always had to suffer the businessmen whose master plan (controls the world) each day, is blind to indications of his species slow decay people blow their minds (they choose to resign), this deformed society is part of the design it'll never go away, (it's in the cards that way), the masses of humanity will always have to suffer!

Delirium Of Disorder

life is the sieve through which my anarchy straing resolving itself into works, chaos is the score upon reality is written, the timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde, delirium of disorder, I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea, without direction or a reason to exist, the anechoic nebula rotating in my brain is persuading me, contritely, to persist.

Part II (The Numbers Game)

it's superficial progress, they call it liberation with opiates of silicon big brother schemes to rule the nation, we're one nation under god, we stand above the rest, with mighty high technology, we're never second best, our specialty is infiltration! so pack your bags you third world nation, victory through domination! the trepidations throngs all fear the big eye in the sky, the government observes them with their own electric eye automatons, illiterates and indigents of every shape and size, don't stop but aid this cruel crusade participate in their own demise . . . prepare yourself for subjugation, victory through domination!

What Can You Do?

so you waste another day getting older and gray in your head, and you're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times you have ahead, there are other folks in power so you kick back and get farther behind, and although the world rotates itself ,the only thing you twist is your mind, you see, the worlds falling apart at the rifts, and surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it, you mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool, but, oh, what can you do? yeah, you waste your time with losers if you get stuck in a rock-and-roll band, do you find it more rewarding to compete with morons throughout this land?, they seem to be in power so I kick back and getfarther behind, and I watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their minds.

Do What You Want

hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me idleness and dissipation breed apathy, I sit on my ass all god damn day a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to, say what you must, do all you can, break all the fucking rules and go to hell with superman and die like a champion hey, I don't know if the billions will survive, but I'll believe in god when one and one are five my moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core I'll tear down the building just to pass thru the door.

Part IV (The Index Fossil)

we're widespread and well fed the earth's rotating fate is in our head, we're dominant and prominent and all our deities omnipotent, and immortality is in our mastermind and we destroy everything we can find, and tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world stops ticking, we'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris we're listless, promiscuous, and life to us is either hit or miss, we're savior faire and debonair, and things we do are done with pride and care.

Pessimistic Lines

so here we are again to experience the bitter, scalding end, we're the only ones who can perceive it, but others sing of beauty and the story that has enfolded as one that deserves praise and ritual, my pessimistic lines, your superstitious lives, and the modern age's lies won't absolve you and the professorial truth, and the dear clairvoyant youth, and, of course, the nightly news, will deceive you (watch out).

ALL AGES

I Want To Conquer The World

hey brother christian with your high and mighty errand, your actions speak so loud I can't hear a word you're saying hey sister bleeding heart with all of your compassion, your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure, can you improve this place with the data that you gather hey mother mercy can your loins bear fruit forever? is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure? I want to conquer the world, give all the idiots a brand new religion, put an end to poverty uncleanliness and toll promote equality in all of my decisions with a quick wink of the eye and a "god you must be joking" hey mister diplomat with your worldly aspirations, did you see the children cry when you left them at the station? hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation and precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations I want to conquer the world, expose the culprits and feed them to the children, I'll save the whales, we'll have peace on earth and global communion . . .

Do What You Want

You Are (The Government)

Modern Man

I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, all of my neurons are functioning smoothly yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, I've got this one big problem: will I live forever? I've got just a short time to see, modern man, evolutionary betrayer, modern man, ecosystem destroyer, modern man, destroy yourself in shame, modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage when I look back and think, when I ponder and ask "why?", I see my ancestors spend with careless abandon, assuming eternal supply, modern man . . . just a sample of carbon-based wastage, just a fucking tragic epic of you and I.

We're Only Gonna Die

Early man walked away as modern man took control. Their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was his goal, So he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind, then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind. Go! We're only gonna die from our own arrogance.

The Answer

long ago in a dusty village, full of hunger, pain and strife, a man came forth with a vision of truth, and the way to a better life, he was convinced he had the answer, and he compelled people to follow along, but the hunger never vanished, and the man was banished, and the village dried up and died, at a time when wise men peered, through brass tubes toward the sky, the heavens changed in predictable ways, and one man was able to find, that he had thought he found the answer, and he was quick to write his revelation, but as they were scrutinized in his colleagues eyes, he soon became a mockery, don't tell me about the answer, cause then another one will come along soon, I don't believe you have the answer, I've got ideas too, but if you've got enough naivite, and you've got conviction, then the answer is perfect for you an urban sprawl sits choking on its discharge, overwhelmed by industry, inclined toward charity, everyone's begging for an answer, without regard validity, the searching never ends, it goes on and on and on for eternity.

Flat Earth Society

lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him, the flat earth society is meeting here today, singing happy little lies and the bright ship humana is sent far away with grave determination . . . and no destination, lie, lie, lie yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water and the whistling wind on a calm summer night, but you'd better believe that down in their quarters the men are holding in for their dear lives, the flat earth society is somewhere far away, with their candlesticks and compasses and the bright ship humana is well on its way with grave determination . . . and no destination, lie, lie, lie, ad infinitum.

Against The Grain

three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow, a lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show, I seek a thousand answers, I find but one or two, I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain here labelled as lunatic, sequestered and content, there ignored and defeated by the government, there's an oriented public who's magnetic force does pull, but away from the potential of the individual, against the grain . . . the flow is getting stronger with smaller increments of time and eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, your right to seize the day but in all your acquisitions you will soon be swept away, against the grain . . . there's a common consensus and an uncomfortable cheer, a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear, it sings "leave your cares behind you, just grab tenaciously", this lulling sense or purpose will destroy us rapidly, against the grain . . .

Generator

like a rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb, I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn, I've seen it all before, in books and magazines, like a twitch before dying, like a pornographic sea, there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man, like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore, I've known it all along like the bone under my skin, like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind, there's a hammer by the window, there's a knife on the floor, like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door, it's the generator.

Anesthesia

everybody is talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man, but she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason, I saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine, but when she looked my way something mad as hell came over me, anesthesia, mona lisa, I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion, I never loved you, how did you find me? the cops will never complicity now, anna . . . all good children go to heaven! I remember your face that august night when we lied about the beautiful time to come and that crazy old man who came much to late and caused a chain reaction, I've been hanging out there for eleven long years like a church mouse where the cat has gone, and looking at you now is driving me to distraction.

Suffer

Faith Alone

heard a sermon from a creaky pulpit with no one in the nave, I paid a visit to the synagogue and I left there feeling blame, no one could tell me what to do, no one had the ability to answer me, what the world needs now is some answers to our problems, we can't buy more time because our tender isn't valid, if your soul needs love you can get consoled by pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us anymore, watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "progress will resolve it all", saw the manufactures of earth's debris ignore another green peace call, no one could tell me what to do, they had not the capacity to answer me, what the world needs now is some accountability, we can't buy more time because time won't accept our money, if your soul needs love you can always have my pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more . . .

No Control

culture was the seed of proliferation but it has gotten melded into an inharmonic whole, consciousness has plagued us and we can not shake it, though we think we're in control questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness, there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end when we all disintegrate it will all happen again, time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can't explain why it should slip away, history and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are rooted in the present day if you came to conquer you'll be king for a day, but you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away, and believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear . . . we have no control, we do not understand, you have no control, you are not in command.

21st Century (Digital Boy)

I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes, like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah, and I don't want it, the things you're offering me, symbolized bar code quick id, oh yeah, I'm a 21st century digital boy, I don't know how to live (or read) but I've got a lot of toys, my daddy is lazy middle class intellectual, my mammy's on valium, she's so ineffectual, ain't life a mystery? I can't explain it, the things they're saying to me, going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah, I tried to tell you about no control, but now I really don't know, and then you told me how bad you had to suffer, is that really all you have to offer?

Atomic Garden

everybody wants do dance in a playpen, but nobody wants to play in my garden. I see the hippies on an angry line, guess they don't get my meaning, I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms, I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend, I like the Forth of July, when bombs start flashing, and I wish I had a shiny red top, a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up, or maybe something bigger that could really go pop! so I could make the gardening stop come out to play, come out to play, and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day in my atomic garden all my scientists are working on a deadline, so my psychologist is working day and nighttime, they say they know what's best for me, but they don't know what they're doing, and I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev, 'cause I'd wiggle all night, like jelly in a pot, at least he's got a garden with a fertile plot, and a party that will never stop, I hope there's nothing wrong out there, I'm watching from my room inside my room.

No Direction

a sullen figure walks along a dusty road, his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load, he left his people and simple life behind, he raised his torso and looked into the sky, shouting his questions, looking for directions, "what do I do now?" now a confused schoolgirl stares at the T.V. tray, the stresses of maturing compound every day, she glances up to see her favorite video, and gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes, in need of affection, she craves a direction, her heroes offer her, everyone's looking for something, and they assume somebody else knows what it is, no one can live without the decisions of their own, it seems so they look to someone else, to tell them what to do, tell'em what to wear, tell'em what to say, tell'em how to act and think and compel others compulsively until the world is all like them a righteous student came and asked me to reflect, he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect, I don't believe in self important folks who preach, no Bad Religion song can make your life complete, prepare for rejection, you'll get no direction from me, you'll get no direction from me.

Automatic Man

he's the latest super hero with powers so profound he can leap a dotted line in just a single bound, I know you must have seen him in books and magazines, he's the quintessential mindless modern epicene, his life is meaningful because he get things done, bang bang he's dead chalk up another triumph for our hero, the automatic man it's true you must have met him, he's your best friend and your foe, his opinions are determined by the status quo, a true creature of habit, he smokes three packs a day, when he has an original thought he forgets it right away he's a paradigm of carefree living, he's our mentor disturb him if you can, he's the answer if your peace of mind is lacking, he's our savior, he is the common man so if you are troubled by the daily bump and grind, then take a careful look around your brother you will find . . . the automatic man.

Change Of Ideas

well the sheaves have all been brought, but the fields have washed away, and the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid, and the times we see ahead we must glaze with rosy hues for we don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose millennia in coming, the modern age is here, it sanctifies the future yet renders us with fear, so many theories, so many prophecies, what we do need is a change of ideas, when we're scared, we can hide in our reveries, but what we need is a change of ideas, change of ideas, change of ideas, what we need now is a change of ideas.

Sanity

there's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken, the face is blank the gears are turning, confusion is a fundamental state of mind, it doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out, I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt, and sanity is a full-time job, in a world that's always changing, and sanity is a state of mind that you believe in, sanity there's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling, my body's moving forward but my mind is reeling, depression is a fundamental state of being, it doesn't really matter how my day has turned out, I always end up living in this world of doubt.

Walk Away

shut off the t.v and peel off those sunday gloves, and I'll stain the clean that you've been counting, old mr. fletcher passed by here today, after 40 years of toil he just up and walked away, fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes, he shrugged when I asked him about it, he said "young man pay heed, you listen well to what I say, now there comes a time for a man to walk away", walk away, I'll be a parade, and I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way, I'll sure take some time to burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind, he passed by again and he was shivering from the cold, I'm not sure but I think that he was trying, he told me about the weather and something old to pay, "but tomorrow", he said, "I'm gonna surely walk away".

Best For You

SCREW Armageddon . . . This Is Hell

There's people out there that say I'm no good, cause I don't believe the things that I should, and when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong, and hope and pray that our lord god will think I'm good. Countries manufacture bombs and guns to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done. Smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. In the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad will perish in the depths of hell. How can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse? Fuck armageddon, this is hell. We're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe, so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? How could hell be any worse? Life alone is such a curse! Fuck armageddon, this is hell.

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