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Kiss My Machine
To hell with the question of the human race
To hell with the notion that we possess immortal grace
We’ll only be remembered as the creator of machines
Computer introspection reveal the Philistines
Brag about solution, run from revolution
The tide of evolution is pouring in tonight
When the people all are gone like sacrificial pawns
The pride of IBM will continue to recite:
Bow Down Bow Down Bow Down and Kiss My Machine
We’re never gonna get out of this post-synthetic hell
Forget your mumbled prays say hello to Pavlov’s bell
Automatic Preconditioned priests of Henry Ford
Crying out for liberty cause we’re so goddamned bored
Masochistic Fatalistic searchers of our youth
Existential, lost potential seekers of the truth
The universe is waiting for our final epitaph
Don’t expect philosophy just a madman’s laugh.
One day the created will return to meet their gods
But they’re gonna be disappointed we’re just a bunch of clods
Or if they’re really lucky we’ll have blown ourselves away
Just another parasite returning to the clay.
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Pogo Disco
02:36
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Government Bodies
04:07
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The Badge Means You Suck
04:02
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The Badge Means You Suck
So you think you know what terror is
As it stares from the newspaper page
Yeah of course you know what horror is
It’s the rage of the age
Well intimidation doesn’t have a focus
It oozes from every pore
Murder doesn’t bother to whisper
In this fucking town it roars
Bodies awash in back bayous
Bibles all full of holes
Kill a captive to capture a criminal
Badges where there ought to be souls
Badges where there’s not any souls
Badges where there's got to be souls.
Well I’d like to be smug and self-righteous
And talk about cops setting criminals free
Get me a nice little home near Conroe
Where the neighbors are just like me
But every time I see the uniform
I realize I’ve had the luck
To only read about their latest deeds
and miss a Fascist mind fuck
Duck when you see ‘em coming
Cause the badge means you suck
Yeah a black man just back from 'Nam
People thought he was a little bit odd
Jogged at night to calm his nerves
Always talking about God
Well a black man running in the evening
To a cop is a nigger crook
They had two loaded revolvers
Milton had just one book
But he didn’t have a chance to covert them
Because they wouldn’t take a second look
It took 8 shots to stop Milton Glover
And his goddam holy book
Duck when you see ‘em coming
Cause the badge means you suck.
Sprinkle bodies with throw down revolvers
Cover court transcripts with shit
And if by chance you get found guilty
Well you’ll still get away with it
Yeah the men who killed Joe Torres
Never went to jail
The sniper that picked off Carl Hampton
Never paid any bail
Well the killers of Milton Glover
They might be pulling you over tonight
And if you happen to get shot
Well I guess you started the fight
Yeah I guess you started the fight
Well they said you started the fight
Bodies awash in back bayous
Bibles all full of holes
Kill a captive to capture the criminal
Badges where there ought to be souls
Well there’s too much counterfeit money
I don’t need to pass no buck
Gonna coin me a new slogan
The badge means you suck
The badge means you’re fucked
The badge means you suck.
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21st Century Warriors
03:19
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Trumpelstiltskin
05:48
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Trumpelstiltskin
The Racist Right, they hatched a little plan.
Said we need an Apprentice who can be our man.
A Real Estate mogul who’s a bumbling fool.
An egomaniac who can be our tool.
So they bought the Russians to stage the attack.
A flood of Facebook lies and a great big hack.
While the imp weaved gold from his flaxen hair
And tried to perfect his “Presidential Stare”.
Chorus:
“Tonight, tonight, my plans I make.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow your babies I take.
The fake news media won’t win the game
‘Cause you’ll never guess my name.”
So he told Mis-America “I’m just what you need”
“I’ll make you feel good about your bigotry”
“I’ll even cut your taxes for a modest fee:
Your children of the future belong to me.”
Well, the bill came due and it was time to pay.
Mis-America begged for another way.
He said “Okay, let’s play a little game”
I’ll disappear if you guess my name”.
(Repeat Chorus)
He knew he had her, she’d never guess the truth
He would have his minions for the Hitler Youth.
They would goose-step by and shout Seig Heil
While he waved the flag and smiled.
But his ego was so big he couldn’t hold it in.
So the twit typed a tweet and then hit send.
“Tonight, tonight, my plans I make.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow your babies I take.
The fake news media won’t win the game
For Trumpelstilskin is my name.”
Now if the tale is true, and we can only hope,
It’s not a fairly tale, it is no joke.
If we all shout his name he’ll go up in smoke.
Trumpelstiltskin!
Trumpelstiltskin is his name!
Trumpelstiltskin!
Trumpelstiltskin is his name!
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I am the centre of this universe
The wind of time is blowing through me
And it's all moving relative to me
It's all a figment of my mind
In a world that I've designed
I'm charged with cosmic energy
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
I am the creator of this universe
And all that it was meant to be
So that we might learn to see
Foolishness that lives in us
And stupidity that we must suss
How to banish from our minds
If you call this living I must be blind.
Songwriters: Nik Turner / David Brock
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I ain't just another soldier boy
Just another soldier boy
Looking for work
Looking for work
Looking for work
My rifle is my friend
My rifle is my friend
I clean my rifle everyday
I clean my rifle everyday
That's why my rifle is my friend
Ready for war, ready for war
Ready for war, ready for war
I did some work in Zaire, the jolly old Belgian Congo
Went back to Geneva to get paid
Back up in Geneva, that's were the money flows
That's were the money flows, were the money grows
They didn't wanna pay me
They didn't wanna pay me, but they did
Try to separate me from my money
As I separate me from my life
Ready for war, ready for war
Ready for war, ready for war
Let's go to Moscow, let's go to Tehran
Let's go, let's go, let's go to the Tehran
Find the backdoor to the merges
Put it down and walk on in
Say halehaliduda halehaliduda let's go must go, must go Moscow must go, must go to Moscow
2000 feet and closing
Target visibility nine eight
500m and closing
Target visibility eight four
300m and closing
Target visibility nine five
200m and closing
Visibility seven eight
100m and closing
Target visibility zero!
Ready for war, ready for war
Ready for war, ready for war
Ready for war, ready for war
Ready for war, ready for war
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AK-47 Houston, Texas
Mikhailt. Kalshnikov's AK-47 is a punK Rock band from Houston, Texas (1979-2019). The group is best known for it's first single, "The Badge Means You Suck," a protest song against police violence.
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