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Outside my window there's a whole lot of trouble comin'
The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin' rhythm of social circumcision
Can't close the closet on a shoe box full of bones
Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch
Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry
I know her act is terminal,
But she ain't gonna die
Slim intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch
Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch
Little creepy's playing dollies in the New York rain
Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife
Ooh the pain
I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when
The freaks come out at nine and it's twenty to ten
What's this funk
That you call junk
To me it's just monkey business
Blind man in the vox that will probably die
The village kids laugh as they walk by
A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers are telling him to jump
Into the fire from the frying pan
Tripping on his tongue
For a cool place to stand
Where's this shade
That you've got it made
To me it's just monkey business
Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business if I got
No monkey on my back
Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business if I got
No monkey on my back
The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
Dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
Can't get you by that monkey
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You got me forced to crack my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside the rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind
I'm just another gear in the assembly line-oh no
The noose gets tighter around my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope
CHORUS
'Cause I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world if you're slave to the grind.
Get it?
A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain't even close
There's no need to waste your prayers on me
You better mark my words 'cause I'm history.
Yes indeed
You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side
They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide (Repeat)
CHORUS
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
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I've been convicted with and without reason
Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree
And felt the anger of generations
And been the target of the cheap shots of authority
So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball
Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society
I wasn't put here to be treated
Like some disease you hoped would go away if left alone
You can sweep me under the carpet
But, I'll still infect your need to use me as a steppin' stone
So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball
Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society
So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you should realize
It's gonna take more than a break in the law
To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball
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She caught the melting sky:
It burned but still the winter passes by and by
To the other side...
A slow parade of wind that blows through trees that wilted
With the season's children
Are we saved by the words of bastard saints?
Do we live in fear or faith,
Tell me now, who's behind the rain?
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of “for real” are crumbling from embrace
But still we chase...
The shadows of belief,
A new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls
Are we ashamed of our own fate?
Or play the fool for our own sake?
Tell me who's behind the rain?
What do we need? Where do we go when we get where we don't know?
Why should we doubt
The virgin white of fallen snow,
When faith's our shelter from the cold?
Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away... away
Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away
Quicksand Jesus I need you
Quicksand Jesus I believe you
Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away
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Check out Clementine
Cleanin' needles in her wine
Face down in her one-eyed world
With her brain-dead valentine
She'll be your zombie, your livin' dead
Her sweet corruption
It's gonna make you, gonna break you
Ohh yeah, she said...
Haunt my house of pain
And feel my psycho love
We'll shine and pray for rain
To heal my psycho love
Legs at ten and two
Chain her down that's what you do
King Tut and snake-eyed slut
In the pink but screamin' blue
I'll taste your crazy, you smell insane
I'm just another ghost
Inside your spirits hall of fame
Haunt my house of pain
And feel my psycho love
We'll shine and pray for rain
To heal my psycho love
As the warm smooth soul
Chases through the cold silence of a body
A body of touch not feel
One question is she a stone in the devil's garden
Or a speck in an angel dust
Ashes to ashes
And lust to lust
She'll teach you true love
Watchin' you turn blue love
She'll wrap you in a chokehold
And suck your symptom dry
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Your jokes ain't funny and there's
nothin' you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin your ass out
Is music to my ears
If I can't beat you then
I'm gonna beat you
To a pulp
So can the tv rays and take
My tonsil glaze
Right down your throat
You're standin too close what the
Fuck's with you,
You ain't my old lady and
You ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party's over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Well I puke, I stink bitch give me a drink
caus im payin for the room
I aint buying you breakfast
So keep your mouth busy and
Wrap your lips
All around my attitude
Take a walk with me with your triple
Double d's
And your 40-foot do
Why you walkin funny you must have
Spent some time
With the boys in the crew
You're standin too close what the
Fuck's with you,
You ain't my old lady and
You ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party's over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
The morning's comin and
This is my bed
If I find you here when I wake up
The maid is gonna find me dead
(SOLO)
You're standin too close what the
Fuck's with you,
You ain't my old lady and
You ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party's over
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
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Turn on the TV, 'Cause I got nowhere to go
Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico
A 13-year-old boy robs a store so he can eat
And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets
A hungry politician is the wolf that's at the door
Hell-bent on submission and feedin' on the poor
We could stare into the sun if we would open up our eyes
But we paint ourselves into a corner colored in white lies
Busted on a rockpile
Getting dusted in the heat
Shackled to the system
And draggin' my feet
I'm riding on a breakdown
Another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown
A suicidal shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
A con man's intuition can wash your sins away
Send your contribution and he'll save your soul today
What can he know, has he been through hell and back
He takes the cash and drives it home in a brand new Cadillac
Spitting at the guard dog, burning in his wicked deal
Screamin' down the railroad with no one at the wheel
I'm riding on a breakdown
Another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown
A suicidal shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
(SOLO x 2)
Faith healin', superstition
Cold-blooded criminal mind
Getting off on high position
Hey brother can you spare a dime
To get me off this slaughter line
I'm riding on a breakdown
Another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown
A suicidal shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown
Another whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown
A suicidal shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
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Zoned out afternoon
Let's catch "who's on top of whom"
Tell it like it is
'Cause it isn't anyway
Much to my surprise
I caught it right between the thighs
My sweet little sister
Was layin' me away
My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppin' block
Oh no
I saw my baby on the creepshow
Out on
Spillin' my guts on the news
Oh no
I caught my woman on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel
'Cause I can't belive that I dug you
She filled my boots with lead
Was it something that I said
A picture paints a thousand ugly words
Baby's acting tough
Check out my fisticuffs
That's just what she deserves
I can't flip from the station
Can't unplug what's done
Her six-foot-deep temptation
She nicked my shin
And then kicked me in,
And then she buried me for fun
Oh no
I saw my baby on the creepshow
Out on
Spillin' my guts on the news
Oh no
I caught my woman on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel
'Cause I can't belive that I dug you
My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppin' block
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In a darkened room
Beyond the reach of God's faith
Lies the wounded,
The shattered remains of love betrayed
And the innocence
Of a child is bought and sold
In the name of the damned
The rage of the angels left silent and cold
Forgive me please for I know not what I do
How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true
Tell me when the kiss
Of love becomes a lie
That bears the scar of sin too deep
To hide behind this fear
Of running unto you
Please let there be light
In a darkened room
All the precious times
Have been put to rest again
And the smile of the dawn
Brings tainted lust singing my requiem
Can I face the day
When I'm tortured in my trust
And watch it crystalize
While my salvation it crumbles to dust
Why can't I steer the ship before it hits the storm
I've fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore
Tell me when the kiss
Of love becomes a lie
That bears the scar of sin too deep
To hide behind this fear
Of running unto you
Please let there be light
In a darkened room
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I never wanted to be President
'Cause it's nothin' but an
ego trip, yeah
I didn't want your education
'Cause it's notin' but a pile of shit
You bore me to death, so shut up
for God's sake
Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin'
down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act
I couldn't listen to a word you said
This goin' nowhere thing
is wearin' thin
When your sex, your drugs, and
your valid vic'
Is just the spit I wipe off my chin
I'd rather go nowhere than not know
where it's at
Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin'
down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act
(SOLO)
I never wanted to be President
'Cause it's nothin' but an
ego trip, yeah
I didn't want your education
'Cause it's notin' but a pile of shit
You bore me to death, so shut up
for God's sake
Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin'
down my back
So stop readin' me
Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin'
down my back
So stop readin' me
The riot act
The riot act
The riot act
The riot act
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We stand accused but you lie
Varicose-veined finger
Prejudiced evil mind
The young get stronger
Free living fast
But you're a sapsucker
You ain't gonna last, No
Your twisted mouths feed the
minds of babes
Taught from birth it's crime that pays
One man's fortune is another
man's pain
But that's how you play the game
I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Ha! here's mud in your eyes
Ladies and gentlemen and members
of the jury
All rise, cause here comes the boss
He's your big brother the silver
tongue's doublecross
His collar starched white, big black
briefcase held tight
It holds the power to your demise, Yeah
The corporation blue sedan
Behind the wheel Mr. Business-man
He thinks he's got the upper hand
But he misunderstands
I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
I ain't the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Wow! here's mud in your eyes
(SOLO)
Your prestige is clear as day
But I can scrape the sewer bilge and
see the same
The young get stronger, free living fast
But you're a sapsucker you ain't
gonna last
I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
I ain't the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
I'll Say
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kickin' me all around
I'll Say
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kickin' me all around
I'll Say
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kick - I don't fuck
around, no
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You and I together in our lives
Sacred ties would never fray
Then why can I let myself tell lies
And watch you die every day?
I think back to the times
When dreams were what mattered
Though talking youth naivete
You said you'd never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation
Chorus:
Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what you left behind
Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what you've left behind
Paranoid delusions they haunt you
Where's my friend I used to know
He's all alone
He's burried deep within a carcass
searching for a soul
Can you feel me inside your heart as it's bleeding
Why can't you believe you can be loved
I hear your scream in agony
And the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation
Chorus.
You said you'd never let me down
But the horse stampedes, it rages
In the name of desperation
Chorus.
The sun will rise again
The earth will turn to sand
Creation's colors seem to fade to grey
And you'll see the sickly hands of time
Will write your final rhyme
And end our memory
I never thought you'd let it get this far boy...
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