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God Wills It (Demo '98)
01:40
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Pope Urban spoke, obedient sheep agreed
Their swords spilled blood, dripping hypocrisy
Christ said to turn the other cheek, so they twisted their eyes away
From the Islam dead, I bet god was so ashamed
Crusades against free thought, they killed off all non-Christians in god’s name
Missions accomplished: purified, converted the world to one faith
How can you fight, when you don’t know the truth?
The world is wrong, and your church is right, it’s always been that way
From Inquisition to the American political stage
You use the Bible as justification
To oppress women and gays
And kill heathens throughout time
Don’t you think 2000 years is long enough for god to change his mind?
How can you fight, can’t you leave our minds alone?
Will religion ever learn from its bloody mistakes?
They still fight holy wars
Thought loving one another was the way into heaven’s doors
How can you fight?
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Twenty minutes to make a connecting flight through Brussels back to the States
Stuck in the back of the passport control line a sudden breeding ground for nationalist hate
The American contingent was calling out for blood
Saying, “Those Africans are holding this up, where’s the line for us?”
I should’ve could’ve would’ve told them all to go to hell...but...
Not wanting to miss my plane, I hopped onto their wagon train Waving our blue books like American flags
More concerned with making my flight than speaking up for what was right
I joined the Americentric crowd
I couldn’t defend
Maternal figure stared and sighed as the Ami’s muscled into line
And she cast me a disparaging glance
Humbled by our foreign exchange, her eyes said to me:
“Son, you’re no revolutionary”
I couldn’t defend
No, not that day
The piece of land where you were made doesn’t mean you deserve to be paid some extra respect from the rest of the world
That passport clutched tight in your hand doesn’t make you more of a man
So don’t bother getting your flag unfurled
We’re obligated to defend ‘gainst nationalist racism
When it rears its ugly head
In Brussels, it was 4th and 10 and I dropped the ball once again
But now I’m on defense
(Why don’t you give up your pride?
Just give it up)
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Royalty (Demo '98)
02:05
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I, the drifter, wandered through the marketplace
When the Queen’s royal procession passed on through the land
The bourgeois paused when she looked upon my face
And she took my hand
Now I know I shouldn’t fuck with royalty
I’ll just stay in the peasant class, that’s fine with me
I’ll find some way to shut my heart down and live peacefully
I used to crown her queen of the world in my mind
But for some reason I never became the king
Just some old jester who performs for scraps and rinds
It didn’t get me a thing
What a waste to spend my time in that queen’s court
I’ve been replaced by another jester, that’s for sure
I’ll just stomp on her tiara and I’ll smash it up
Now I know I shouldn’t fuck with royalty
I’ll just stay in the peasant class, that’s fine with me I’ll find some way to shut my heart down and live peacefully
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Follow (Demo '98)
01:45
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“If it gets you anything, it’s nothing
And what’s there will leave in time”
Go away
“The time and effort that you put in is just part of your life wasted”
I long to forget these words and do what I want to do
I will not forgo my dreams and what they mean to me
“There’s no living where you’re going You’ll just die a quicker death
This is not the life we intended for you” Then what was it?
“Or anyone sensible, responsible” Do I have to, too?
I long to forget these words and do what I want to do
I’ll get there all on my own because you’ve never been there
So fuck you two
So fuck you, too
I hope that you understand that I’ll never follow your plan
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Braced against the trench
Hand clutches the wound
Crimson flows over fingers
Last breath is consumed
And he joins a million more
But he fights for the other team, so who cares?
Fighting overseas
“NewsTV”
It’s a shooting spree
Why do we wonder how (we got burned) Our kids ever learned to kill?
We’ve heard the Pope apologize
But he won’t bring back all those lives
He’s just a figurehead
Politicians aren’t known to resurrect
Wait...’til the undropped nukes all rust
And the casualties are dust
Will the vets be proud of every fired round? Probably
Nice work boys, this next round’s on me
And the bombs come raining down
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My words always lose their meaning ‘cause I talk to much
Hers were always too profound ‘cause silence was her crutch
“Don’t worry,” she said, “life is too short and you’re too serious”
(12 hours)
I will always be half-hearted just because she’s not what I can’t have
If I told the whole truth now, it would ruin everything I ever said
One more half-lie to justify, I’ll twist the truth until I’m dead
And we fell through the threshold last night
One day closer to dying and one more old man here to say, “Don’t waste your life away”
(Don’t waste your life away)
I looked back with such disdain at 20 years gone down the drain
(Wasting my life away, now wake up, now wake up)
Two decades of arrogance drowned out my newfound impetus
Every day I treaded life, she got swept up in my tide
(Wasting my life away, now wake up or die off)
How do I apologize for ruining our lives?
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You're Totally That Guy
03:59
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Much to my dismay, sipping 5 dollar lattes at the Starsucks where we meet
Your demeanor’s cold as ice, but you’re twice as nice when you hear your cell phone ring
A ringy-dingy-ding, ding-ding-ding-diddle- ling-ding-ding
Some bastardized version of some classical song pumping out of your cell with a digitized bell
And you smile and hum along
You press “okay,” you talk for days
You’re a social catastrophe
If I’m in the mood for solitude, I’ll just plan to meet you for coffee
All we wanted as boys, out of all our broken toys
Was two walkie-talkies that really worked well
And I have no doubts that Jimmy’s tree house would’ve been captured if we just had cells
But what helps communicate back when we were 8 is now what tears us far apart
You’re not talking covert ops, nor robbers and cops
And this sure as hell ain’t my backyard
You press “okay,” you talk for days
You’re totally that guy
Your cell phone is just a fetish for fear that your social life will die
So don’t call me on your cell phone
I wouldn’t want you to miss another call because of me
No don’t call me before 8 PM
You’re gonna need those anytime minutes for the next time that you’re hanging out with me
For your uniform you’ll need a clunky plastic beeping earring
And try this nifty hands-free headset
It goes so well with your total lack of respect
So don’t call me on your cell phone
I don’t want you to get a brain tumor just for lil’ ol’ me
And don’t ask me to untie you
‘Cause kid, I think you need a little time away from that fuckin’ thing
‘Cause kid, I think you need a little time away from that fucking thing
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9. |
The Cadet
02:05
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10. |
Pocket Change
03:07
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11. |
The Epic
02:41
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12. |
The Gate (live)
02:06
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13. |
All of the Guilt (live)
01:32
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15. |
Class Act (live)
02:06
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De La Hoya Brooklyn, New York
NYC Punk / Hardcore band. 1998 - 2002 and again briefly in 2008.
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