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The Democratic party, fluted suits of blue
they run things for the banks, they run things for the few
they stand up for the flag, but not for me and you
look at all their sponsors and you'll see it's true
we need a new party with the worker's view
we're tired of the old and we're bringing in the new
the lines are getting longer down at harborview
look at new orleons, that's what they think of you
we need a new party, with the worker's view
c
d
You can work 10 jobs with no pension plan
get fired for stopping if you need the can
get shot full of holes in a parking-lot
when d'you think these pigs are ever gonna stop?
Elections are erections, such a proud display!
puffing out their feathers but it's just date-rape
a bunch of billionaires laughing in our face
a 2-party state is fucking us today
The only thing sleazier than John McCain
Obamas and Clintons that can feel our pain
We can't pretend we're lost, we can't be led astray
a party of the workers is what we need today
keep your shit together, and choose another way
we gotta stay alert, cos it's judgement day
no seats for me and you on the gravy train
poor old grandpa spinning in hs grave
saw you kiss the devil's as for a dollar raise
the capitalist system is so insane
look at old russia going down the drain
look at new china, the people enraged
they're running out of oil so they're using the grain
too many hungry in the world today
too many pictures that are shades of grey
too many pens with nothing to say
too many people have been led astray
but we better get it right, cos it's judgement day
x
You can work 10 jobs with no pension plan
get fired for stopping if you need the can
get shot full of holes in a parking-lot
when d'you think these pigs are ever gonna stop?
Elections are erections, such a proud display!
puffing out their feathers but it's just date-rape
a bunch of billionaires laughing in our face
a 2-party state is fucking us today
The only thing sleazier than John McCain
Obamas and Clintons that can feel our pain
We can't pretend we're lost, we can't be led astray
a party of the workers is what we need today
keep your shit together, and choose another way
we gotta stay alert, cos it's judgement day
no seats for me and you on the gravy train
poor old grandpa spinning in hs grave
saw you kiss the devil's as for a dollar raise
the capitalist system is so insane
look at old russia going down the drain
look at new china, the people enraged
they're running out of oil so they're using the grain
too many hungry in the world today
too many pictures that are shades of grey
too many pens with nothing to say
too many people have been led astray
but we better get it right, cos it's judgement day
x
If
We were born 'neath a frosted moon
you have lived with no silver spoon
I can't sing, can barely croon
but I'm coming baby, and I'll be there soon
I'll be there soon
be there soon
I tell you love, that we'll be there soon
All the debts we forget to pay
backs bent low beneath the rain
driving busy on the money-train
no time to dig for the holy grail
our holy grail
I'll tell you love, the holy grail
be here soon
Though every shape be private owned
and every color bought and sold
and every body filled with knives
and every spoken word a lie
I'll tell you love, the holy grail
be here soon
Though every shape be private owned
and every color bought and sold
and laws that brutalise the meek
and every heart, so well-policed
I catch a glimpse of what we seek
soft and smiling on my sheets
soft and smiling on my sheets
naked
well, so it goes, to my suprise
a world of love inside your eyes
not every spoken word's a lie
the future whispers in my ear
hi!
........................... hi!
A woman's love is half the sky
I leave the race, to win the prize.
tho every shape be private owned
and every color bought and sold
and every body filled with knives
and every spoken word a lie
and laws that brutalise the meek
and every heart so well-policed
we catch a glimpse of what we seek
soft and smiling on our sheets
soft and smiling on our sheets
s
**
Food-price riots, and who's to blame
dog eat dog and the world in flames
if 10 million dead are one man's gain
speculating futures of hoarding grain
but don't think twice about the price of rice
you've a winning smile and your hair looks nice
a Camelot casino of fear and loathing
when all you want to do is buy some clothing
turn off the TV, you're bored with the news
but you'll look happy in your Gucci shoes
let's face it, it's all you learn in school
dealing the cards, giving you the fool
try to fit in, that's the Golden Rule
well-dresses success suckered fool!
Climbing on a bandwagon that's got no wheels
like Bob Dylan said, how does it feel?
losing your home, and begging for a meal?
Now your closest friends are busy on the phone
checking their portfolios all a loan
dreamin' of Tahiti, but they haven't got a bone
drinking to oblivion or just get stoned
I've a picture of Ground Zero, it reminds me of Rome
sign a petition, it's good to have a moan
staring at the cage cos the bird has flown.
hip means knowledge, it frees the mind
hop means movement, against the crime
walking down the street, and guess what I saw?
Woody Guthrie, Eminem, huddled in a door
as MLK and Malcolm X walk by hand in hand
re-loading their rifles after Custer's last stand
Leon Trotsky and Thomas Paine chatting in a bar
homeland insecurity, cameras in a car
they think they're pretty tough but they can't take the heat
10,000 Zapatistas marching down the street
mad machete moonlight, I can still hear their feet
they say, sexy momma, let's go out and play
round up the kids cos it's judgement day
10 love-song for every tearaway
I see Charlie Chaplin tying Paul Allen to a tree
then dancing to the sunset with Miss Alicia Keys
after checking all his e-mails, I'm sure that you'll agree
that you should sound like you
and I should sound like me
show me your bank account, this isn't MTV
so much the better, for sincerity is key
and any way you slice it, we all want to be free!
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take my body if it's what you need
american dreamers, ungodly tease
handcuffs hanging from the money tree
the trunk's been greased and you're on your knees
swaying slightly in a texaco breeze
teardrops on the corner, Excuse me, please
liquor-bottles glisten like a million stars
drunk as a skunk with the bores at the bar
all the fine romance of a credit card
neptunic nostalgia won't get you far
pushing fishing-boats through a sea of lies
knowing that your heart has a pair of eyes
welcome each day as a new suprise
striving blindly through the daily grind
knowing that your soul is your only prize
hip means knowledge, it frees the mind
hop means movement, against the crime
hip-hop soldiers are rank-and-file
strapping on their boots for another mile
your dearest friends don't always smile
any honest love puts the world on trial
to stand in the dark and point to the light
is the only reason a poet ever writes
meet me at the bottom, at the end of the game
to be unknown is to win great fame
ten love-songs for every tearaway
every honest love puts the world on trial
food-price riots, and who's to blame?
millions dead and the world in flames...
a
take my body if it's what you need
american dreamers, ungodly tease
handcuffs hanging from the money tree
the trunk's been greased and you're on your knees
swaying slightly in a texaco breeze
teardrops on the corner, Excuse me, please
liquor-bottles glisten like a million stars
drunk as a skunk with the bores at the bar
all the fine romance of a credit card
neptunic nostalgia won't get you far
pushing fishing-boats through a sea of lies
knowing that your heart has a pair of eyes
welcome each day as a new suprise
striving blindly through the daily grind
knowing that your soul is your only prize
hip means knowledge, it frees the mind
hop means movement, against the crime
hip-hop soldiers are rank-and-file
strapping on their boots for another mile
your dearest friends don't always smile
any honest love puts the world on trial
to stand in the dark and point to the light
is the only reason a poet ever writes
meet me at the bottom, at the end of the game
to be unknown is to win great fame
ten love-songs for every tearaway
every honest love puts the world on trial
food-price riots, and who's to blame?
millions dead and the world in flames...
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They're kicking the homeless out of the parks
and too many people scared of the sharks
and too many old people losing heart
and too many people in the trailer-park
can't afford electric so they're in the dark
there's too many banks giving friendly loans
now you're sleeping in your car and you're alone
except for both your kids and your brand-new phone
that's just been disconnected cos your money's gone
You've got two jobs cos the system doesn't work
they've killed more aliens than captain kirk
like rambo on acid they've gone berserk
you're slaving for a system that doesn't work
s
Speed means freedom won't get you far
the class dynamics of a moving car
face in the hood, you've found the bar
singing falsetto in a jail opera
no file in that cake, making license plates
guilty as charged for that look on your face
they'll shoot you in the back if they want a race
plus lots of free labor in every state
They'll erase every trace of grace from your face
Social workers stalking outside the gate
sailing more oceans than Captain Drake
clothes with no-one in them doesn't suit my taste
paperwork peppered with shake and mace
late night tell-you-visions, are we all awake?
You can spend your life saying "Oh Yes Boss"
You can spend your life staring at a wooden cross
you can make your car shinier than new lip-gloss
but a rolling stone doesn't gather moss
the only thing sleazier than John McCain
is Obamas and Clintons that can feel our pain
s
Speed means freedom won't get you far
the class dynamics of a moving car
face in the hood, you've found the bar
singing falsetto in a jail opera
no file in that cake, making license plates
guilty as charged for that look on your face
they'll shoot you in the back if they want a race
plus lots of free labor in every state
They'll erase every trace of grace from your face
Social workers stalking outside the gate
sailing more oceans than Captain Drake
clothes with no-one in them doesn't suit my taste
paperwork peppered with shake and mace
late night tell-you-visions, are we all awake?
You can spend your life saying "Oh Yes Boss"
You can spend your life staring at a wooden cross
you can make your car shinier than new lip-gloss
but a rolling stone doesn't gather moss
the only thing sleazier than John McCain
is Obamas and Clintons that can feel our pain
s
x
xx
x
you're not here. oh how nice, oh how nice. you're not here. office boardgame, you're not here. coffee-house smile you're not here. a walking art gallery you're not here. stinking of death you're not here. lying to my face you're not here. eating my food you're not here. sitting on my face you're not here. passing the hat round you're not here making war you're not here hating your family you're not here loving me you're not here raping your sisters you're not here riding the high horse, you're not here spilling the street you're not here riding in cars, you're not here, reading books, you're not here, being me I'm not here, me inside you we're not here, squealing like a pig you're not here another piece of cardboard you're not here a smile on a stick, you're not here you want to be loved but you're not here, you're an omelette with hands you're not here your hiding under the floorboards you're not here busy at work you're not here, I don't want you, you're not here, you've lost the game you're not here you're not here. i want you, an old man in a wheelchair, sucking the brains out of a squirrel's head, while a woman outside puts a gun into her mouth, glass case of emotion, birds of a feather, you're not here. oh how nice, oh how nice, you're not here.
stamping on a statue of yourself, the illusion of power.
g
xx
x
you're not here. oh how nice, oh how nice. you're not here. office boardgame, you're not here. coffee-house smile you're not here. a walking art gallery you're not here. stinking of death you're not here. lying to my face you're not here. eating my food you're not here. sitting on my face you're not here. passing the hat round you're not here making war you're not here hating your family you're not here loving me you're not here raping your sisters you're not here riding the high horse, you're not here spilling the street you're not here riding in cars, you're not here, reading books, you're not here, being me I'm not here, me inside you we're not here, squealing like a pig you're not here another piece of cardboard you're not here a smile on a stick, you're not here you want to be loved but you're not here, you're an omelette with hands you're not here your hiding under the floorboards you're not here busy at work you're not here, I don't want you, you're not here, you've lost the game you're not here you're not here. i want you, an old man in a wheelchair, sucking the brains out of a squirrel's head, while a woman outside puts a gun into her mouth, glass case of emotion, birds of a feather, you're not here. oh how nice, oh how nice, you're not here.
stamping on a statue of yourself, the illusion of power.
g
i
If you wanna catch an aeroplane, you gotta get undressed
history's no mystery if you trust the text
Che, Farrel Dobbs, and Malcolm X
I read them at night instead of having sex
cos what can be hotter than when your mind's erect?
I've got enough visions of naked breasts
billboards bulging with plastic pecs
kids die coming, ropes around their necks
down-loaded porn buried in the desk
if you want to be a master, you gotta pass the test --
sicko-fantic, fully-frantic, Wild West!
Too many people have been led astray
blaming each other is the rich man's game
slaving in the factory with bills to pay
but we better get it right, cos it's judgement day
If you wanna catch an aeroplane, you gotta get undressed
history's no mystery if you trust the text
Che, Farrel Dobbs, and Malcolm X
I read them at night instead of having sex
cos what can be hotter than when your mind's erect?
I've got enough visions of naked breasts
billboards bulging with plastic pecs
kids die coming, ropes around their necks
down-loaded porn buried in the desk
if you want to be a master, you gotta pass the test --
sicko-fantic, fully-frantic, Wild West!
Too many people have been led astray
blaming each other is the rich man's game
slaving in the factory with bills to pay
but we better get it right, cos it's judgement day
Another coal-miner can't take a breath
another roofer falling to his death
another poor kid fucked-up on meth
more proof greed is the mother of death
b
b
A shelby
A kiss for a kitten, a roll in the hay
crawling back to momma with your dick in flames
cracks in the sidewalk can dance all day
rolling the dice in the plague-daze of Aids
some say, Oh dear, it's such a shame
as if they're watching a flower that slowly fades
but that's Sean Bell dropped in his grave
a suicide-victim, a heart-attack slave
another coal-mine that can't take a breath
another roofer falling to his death
another poor kid fucked up on meth
more proof greed is the mother of death
..................................................................................................................................by Shelby, Seattle
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You can choose to fight or you can choose to pray
but you better get it right, cos it's judgement day.
too many hungry in the world today
too many pictures that are shades of grey
too many pens with nothing to say
too many people have been led astray
and we better get it right, cos it's judgement day
Van Gogh goes ga-ga with his palette-knife
greens and golds, against the night
layers it thick to express his life
throw ink at the wall, it'll come out right
use both hands cos you're in a fight
Hey Bill Gates, waddya say? I challenge you now to a public debate
one poor man against one rich fake, call me anytime I'm always awake
to inherent possibilities for me and mine, expose the machinations of your global crimes
I'm friendly to children most of the time
but I'd pulverise your ass with some busted rhymes
you might have Jay-Z in your sales campaign, investin in Vista, he's playing the game
Brooklyn song-bird, now throatless slave, all we've go for dinner is what the food-bank gave
but you can't buy me, because I'm not for sale
you can work ten jobs with no pension plan
get fired for stopping when you need the can
get shot full of holes in a parking lot
when d'you think these pigs are ever gonna stop?
well there's peasant blood running through my veins
and peasant pride, devoid of shame
my grandad couldn't read, but it starts to fade
I'm cheering the Titanic as it sails away
cos my family NEVER earned a decent wage
live free rebels, or die as slaves
where I'm from a muddy ditch is a boss's grave
tribal warriors, on center stage.
truckers cause a ruckus on the old freeway
why dumb down when you've things to say?
we're writing the book, and we're turning the page
blue-collar shakespeares strutting the stage
and we better get it right, because it's judgement day
s
but you better get it right, cos it's judgement day.
too many hungry in the world today
too many pictures that are shades of grey
too many pens with nothing to say
too many people have been led astray
and we better get it right, cos it's judgement day
Van Gogh goes ga-ga with his palette-knife
greens and golds, against the night
layers it thick to express his life
throw ink at the wall, it'll come out right
use both hands cos you're in a fight
Hey Bill Gates, waddya say? I challenge you now to a public debate
one poor man against one rich fake, call me anytime I'm always awake
to inherent possibilities for me and mine, expose the machinations of your global crimes
I'm friendly to children most of the time
but I'd pulverise your ass with some busted rhymes
you might have Jay-Z in your sales campaign, investin in Vista, he's playing the game
Brooklyn song-bird, now throatless slave, all we've go for dinner is what the food-bank gave
but you can't buy me, because I'm not for sale
you can work ten jobs with no pension plan
get fired for stopping when you need the can
get shot full of holes in a parking lot
when d'you think these pigs are ever gonna stop?
well there's peasant blood running through my veins
and peasant pride, devoid of shame
my grandad couldn't read, but it starts to fade
I'm cheering the Titanic as it sails away
cos my family NEVER earned a decent wage
live free rebels, or die as slaves
where I'm from a muddy ditch is a boss's grave
tribal warriors, on center stage.
truckers cause a ruckus on the old freeway
why dumb down when you've things to say?
we're writing the book, and we're turning the page
blue-collar shakespeares strutting the stage
and we better get it right, because it's judgement day
s
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