CULTURE WAR
they'll never let you join the military
so you might as well become a revolutionary
start your own party
political party
militant wing revolutionary army
culture war! knees to the floor!
en garde, monsieur, it's a culture war!
put on a mask
grab a gasoline hip flask
put your hands together and
BLAST! BLAST!
rebel entertainment unit radio broadcast
lightning fast, looks aghast
this is how the spirit of '22 lasts
HARDCORE MAN
he's a hardcore, hardcore man
he's a hardcore, hardcore man
he's a hardcore, hardcore man
hardcore, hardcore man
lives his life by a hardcore plan
(he's a hardcore, hardcore man)
has a brother named hardcore dan
(he's a hardcore, hardcore man)
drives around in a hardcore van
(he's a hardcore, hardcore man)
cools his room with a hardcore fan
(he's a hardcore, hardcore man)
he's a hardcore, hardcore man
he's a hardcore, hardcore man
he's a hardcore, hardcore man
hardcore, hardcore man
SOUL
i'm sittin in a bar where nobody laughs, nobody talks, nobody sings
i'm sittin in a bar where nobody laughs, nobody talks, nobody sings
i'm sittin in a bar where nobody laughs, nobody talks, nobody sings
i'm sittin in a bar where nobody laughs, nobody talks, nobody sings
i'm sitttin in a bar with artists, actors, rockstars, lawyers
mothers and their children, mailmen, escorts
quarterbacks, gardners, nurses, doctors
out comes the waitress, dour faces
clocks on the wall from different places
someone here's got words for the masses
but who has spoken? no one yet.
i'm sittin in a bar where nobody laughs, nobody talks, nobody sings
i'm sittin in a bar where nobody laughs, nobody talks, nobody sings
i'm sittin in a bar where nobody laughs, nobody talks, nobody sings
i'm sittin in a bar where nobody laughs, nobody talks, nobody sings
hey, you, lookin out the window
show me a sign that you're living, breathing
blow me a kiss, tell me a story
shake my hand, feel my pain
you...who me? yes you!
grab me by the shirtcollar, kick my face in
drag my little broken body off the stage and throw me in the gutter
put your feet into my shoes and wear them down with the soles of another
SOUL!
yeah! uh huh! this is the way we break the silence!
yeah! uh huh! this is the way we channel rage!
yeah! uh huh! this is the way we break the silence!
yeah! uh huh! this is the way we channel rage!
AFTERLIFE AFTERBIRTH
i'm an aborted foetus in the afterlife
colda had a job, coulda had a wife
coulda had myself a kid one day
but no! the doctors killed me
abraham lincoln suffered from afflictions
spiritual inhibitions and eerie premonitions
they say he loved the theatre, it took away his breathe
but his balcony tendency set the stage for death
the reunited nation, wrapt in celebration, were shocked at the murder
they felt for america and how much it hurt her
but we look at things now in the twenty first century
they've released john wilkes booth from the penitentiary
lee harvey oswald is on the attack
he wears a flack jacket in the streets of iraq
our potential for compassion has falle through a crack
in a global black hole and there's no turning back
i'm an aborted foetus in the afterlife
coulda had a job, coulda had a wife
coulda had myself a kid one day
but no! the doctors killed me
