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Roman Riot
03:52
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Asshole, don’t talk back to the boss.
He can cut your hours, bro.
What’s it to him?
It’s your loss.
You’ve got no control.
There’s nothing that you can do.
So just tell yourself a lie,
This is how you’re getting by.
And one of these days
You’re gonna punch him in his face.
But no,
You’re building Rome.
Built with your bones.
Built on your tomb.
Cuz nobody ever gets out of this shit alive.
You took money out of the register,
Good for you.
You pissed in the manger’s coffee.
That’s what you’re supposed to do.
You get no reward.
Suck it up and fall on your sword.
And just tell yourself a lie,
This is how you’re getting by.
And one of these days you’ll get ahead in the race.
But no,
You’re building Rome.
Built with your bones.
Built on your tomb.
Cuz nobody ever gets out of this shit alive.
The city across that river,
The palaces are burning.
The royal family is eating bullets.
It’s a riot, it’s a riot.
You’ve got no control.
Brother, they got you body and soul.
So just tell yourself a lie.
Get drunk and cry.
One of these days
You’ll be in a better place
But no,
You’re building Rome.
Built with your bones.
Built on your tomb.
Hauling the stones
Breaking your back
For the temple
For the gods of the rich
The land of the dead.
The city across that river,
The palaces are burning.
The royal family is eating bullets.
It’s a riot, it’s a riot.
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2. |
Slumming
03:27
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Been too long since a strong dose of slumming.
Many moons in cocoon
just waiting for a taste
to be born again.
City lights burning white
yeah, they're calling
with a wink
like a siren selling pussy in a window in Amsterdam.
Buy me drinks
something cheap, something plastic
Ah, the thrill of the swill
holy on the bottom shelf.
Take me to the trap door
the killing floor
where the poor devour the poor
oh, that's where it is.
To the worst part of town, sir,
and quickly
to my goddess with the coked out look in her eyes.
Yeah, I'm back where I belong
I'm on the scene again so
Yeah, man, pick up when you see me call.
And have my bail money ready.
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, motherfucker.
Whats it take take to get
a lobotomy in this place for fuck's sake.
Break the legs and this tin man will topple.
Kill the head, burn the rest
let's forget this ever was.
Take me to the end of the road.
To the boat
headed to the floor of the moat
at the castle's gate.
To the worst toilet in all of Hades.
To the place where nobody wants to know your name.
Yeah, I'm back where I belong
I'm on the scene again so
Yeah, man, pick up when you see me call.
And have my bail money ready.
A burning building
with ceilings caving in
and families smoldering
will be my bed tonight.
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3. |
Joe Stack
02:44
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My aim is true
My vices and my gripes are too.
You hold your tongue
Sit there
Wait for Godot to come.
Have you seen the signs?
The severed limbs in the field of mines.
So who’s the boss,
The weeping son of god on the cross.
We need someone to blame
Scapegoats with interchangeable names.
You wave their rag
Red tape, white lies and the blue blooded fangs.
Stop thinking the monsters in charge
Look up and look at the same stars
They’ve got more money than you,
A better view
And we’re just in the fog of their cigars
But I just do what I’m told
I’ve got my pilot’s license and a vision
I’ve found a religion
Made a decision.
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