Pfiesteria Lyrics

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10th Century Monks and 21st Century Punks (Vicious Cycle)

We make money

To buy stuff

To improve the economy

To make more money

To buy more stuff

To improve the economy

It's a vicious cycle

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Doctor Me Not

I have a job that I go to for part of the day

It pays the bills but it takes everything that I got away

I'll go and temp for a while, like maybe 9 years or so

I can't get sick, because I can't afford it, Oh No

 

Doctor me not

 

I used to have insurance like a year ago

But I lost that job because I had to go

I broke my arm once; they set it in a weird position

And now they say that I've got a pre-existing condition

 

Doctor me not

 

If I quit my job, on welfare I will go

Then I'll be able to afford to lose my health, you know

So I'll rock on now; throw caution to the wind

Once I'm on death's door society will take me in

 

Doctor me not

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Creation Incorporated

In the beginning was the organization

It begat strategization

They formed a plan for globalization

Let there be light

There was creation

Creation Incorporated

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Corporate Coolies (The Ballad of Carol Hall)

She couldn't stand tall, with her back to the wall

Eighty hours a week

The financial nirvana of slavery is what the companies seek

 

Just like the coolies back in the days when the golden spike was laid

They work to the bone

For their house and their family; for their family and home

 

All through the holidays she worked, and she spoke not a word

Until the one day when she didn't show up

And then another one; don't you know something was up

 

Corporate coolies, corporate slaves

Serfs to your graves

 

They found her there on the floor

She couldn't give any more

She always thought it was a career path

But it turned out to be like a replay of the "Grapes of Wrath"

 

Corporate coolies, corporate slaves

Serfs to your graves

 

Let this be a warning to all you beware

You never know what's behind the face there

You might just explode or you might die

But the robber barons don't care

 

What care they what we give of ourselves

We will never get back

When we try to reclaim our humanity

We end up getting sacked

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Dead Birds and Dog Shit

Dead birds and dog shit

Walking through the yard

Walking through the street

It gets onto my feet

Sometimes there nothing you can do

 

Inside of the machine, the times are tough and mean

Punching in I'm married to the clock

Fighting every inch for the little that we get

But I know outside there's nothing yet

 

The beggars come to town, all they want is hand-me-downs

But it not like I have all that much to give

The should leave me alone so that I can go back home

And I can make sure that I don't step in it

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Firewall

I try to speak but nobody's listening

I'm protected from the things they think will hurt me

I can't own a gun and I can't smoke

And I'm enslaved in religion's yoke

I can't decide what's wrong or right

And I get rejected by this porno site

 

Firewall, we live behind a firewall

 

I'm panhandled on the phone

People watching me when I'm alone

No beer for me on Sunday morning

My boss reads my email without any warning

On the Internet I'm always chasing tail

But I'm not even sure it's a female

 

Firewall, we live behind a firewall

 

I can't keep nothing secret anymore

Not even the flowers I got for my mistress

With my discount card at the grocery store

They sent a special coupon to my wife

And now she's trying to "Bobbitt" me with a ginsu knife

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Down in the Dumps

Take your medication

See you in the morn

Its a Saturday afternoon

You've got more than that damn flucking flu

 

Come out to play

It runs in the mind you say

It doesn't make you blind

Though I've got you still on my mind

 

Down in the dumps

 

And you've got to get out of that hole

It's your release from here

So good to be back home

You had a dream that said go to the dump

 

Down in the dumps

Here's how you play it

C what you did to me

F You

G life's a bitch

 

So I went to the dump

Found that life's more than what you pump

You're missus will be pleased that you're there

As long as you come back with your hair

Down in the dumps

Here's how you play it

 

C what you did to me

F You

G life's a bitch

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Where Were You?

Where were you?

That day in school

Harassment has begun, and joined in by almost everyone

I wondered why you let it go

It wasn't that you didn't know

Their cruelty allowed tacitly

When you stood by so silently

 

Get out of my way

Or you'll die today

It doesn't matter to me

Whether you whimper or scream

 

Where were you?

I work there too

They screwed me in a royal way

Now I'm getting out my Walther PPK

I seethe with boiling hate

I don't want to arbitrate

The institutional politics

They stifle justice with their little tricks

 

Get out of my way

Or you'll die today

It doesn't matter to me

Whether you whimper or scream