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Assembly Line
00:17
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Take the knife out of my back
drive it deeper down my throat.
My cogs are beginning to rust.
My gears are wearing thin.
Where shall I begin?
You see me as a means to an end
Have you ever thought
I feel pain too.
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2. |
Bandwagon
01:03
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You only come around
once in a great while
never once have I been greeted with a smile
Here to follow the new trend
deep down waiting for it to end
you’re nothing but a joke
On the filth you consume
I hope you fucking choke
Popular and nothing but a joke.
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3. |
Plethora of Chins
00:48
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Head throbbing, stuck in a room
Orders barked, big man tinny screen
Eyes full of dollar signs
Chains tighten, clenched fist
Daily rations are growing smaller
The man’s stomach grows larger
face fills entire screen
Three, no four, no five chins
So full he spews
fresh Benjamin Franklins
Chains so tight
Cuts off circulation
(Amputated foot lying on the floor
Eyes full of hunger
What are you waiting for) (x2)
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4. |
Choose Your Poison
01:33
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Grind, blast, destruction
Watch as the blood
flows from your ears
forget about your worries
let’s have a good time.
Tear this place apart
wall by wall
Tip your hat to the sounds you hear
thrash and let's party all year
Pick your poison booze or root beer (x2)
Tear this place apart
wall by wall
Tip your hat to the sounds you hear
thrash and let's party all year
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