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Minimum Rage
02:11
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Have you had enough? Are you satisfied?
Have you had enough of living lies?
Are you gonna grow out of this child-like stage?
Do you need a vent for your minimum rage?
I’ve earned my minimum, my minimum rage.
You’ve earned your minimum, your minimum rage.
Cops kill; money wins
A-bombs are a threat again.
Pence electrodes on your balls
Xenophobes want a wall
No fair pay for you
No health insurance
No more public schools
No working sewers
Tax the poor, let the corporates rule
No regulations, we’re a Christian state.
How much more can you take?
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What's Wrong
01:33
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Taking a look around me, I can’t believe my eyes.
We’re obsessed with nationalism, propaganda, lies.
Calling for a use of force at every chance we get.
These days everyone’s the other; everyone’s a threat.
What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What’s wrong with this country
What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What’s wrong with you and me
What ever happened to honesty and respect?
I mourn the death of empathy
What the fuck is wrong with us? What’s wrong with the USA?
We have this freedom of speech, but just hear what we say.
How’s humility a sign of weakness? How’s struggling a shame?
We’re all pointing the fingers, polarizing the blame
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Swimming
01:14
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Your look of disappointment is cutting me in half
No way to mitigate the damage in my path.
No break in the weather, and, the roof, it always leaks
I spew out contradictions at every word I speak.
Am I losing my grip or am I letting go?
So sick of swimming upstream.
One day I’ll grow up, and I’ll learn to be mellow.
And I’ll stop swimming upstream.
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Market Place
01:28
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Praise Jesus over lunch rubbing elbows with power.
Swing a contract or two as you pass the breadsticks.
Praise Jesus in the Market Place rubbing elbows with power.
All our deals are done in the name of the lord.
So connected, so respected, and everything is blessed.
Call the shots in the Market Place, making deals and saying grace.
Power brokers in the name of God. County bigshots playing God.
Ain’t discreet the way they meet, but you and I ain’t invited.
Connections made, and who gets paid? By Jesus Christ, we’re united.
We’re brothers, so forget the others—Christian nepotism.
Praise Jesus in the Market place, rubbing elbows with power.
All our deals are done in the name of the lord.
Praise Jesus for the people here. Bless all of us haves
We don’t need the heathens, but they need us.
All our deals are done in the name of the lord.
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Nation
01:05
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Kid can’t sit still, so you give him a pill. ‘night ‘night, son, have some benydryl.
Soldier guards poppies praying he won’t die
Seventeen years of war just slipping by
We can’t pull out of Afghanistan
The opiates are our master plan
Stuck in the silk road the reason’s vague
Feeding production of a nation’s plague
Sam Stone waiting to go home
Marble-eyed white-collar pill heads
Street corner zombies—casualties of a
Drug war you wouldn’t die for
Drug war, how many years more?
USA. A nation of junkies. Another fix just for kicks
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We Lose
01:12
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You win; I lose. I’m gone.
I did it again lost a lover, lost a friend.
I never wanted it this way.
Don’t know how to act, don’t know what to say.
I’ll I do is hurt—hurt you, hurt me, hurt us.
But you won’t feel better when I’m gone.
And I won’t feel better when I’m gone
You’re right I’m wrong.
Is this an isolated fight, or don’t we get along
Fucked up again lost a lover, lost a friend.
Find myself saying sorry, find myself at fault.
I know it doesn’t matter what I meant to do.
Why mention my intentions? They don’t mean a thing.
All I ever wanted to do was right by you.
All I ever do is wrong. So long.
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Chataqua Beach
01:24
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I saw myself the other day. I took one look and looked away.
I swear this place will never change. We don’t judge weird. We don’t judge strange
You’re free to look, but don’t you stare. Pot clouds floating through the air.
I swear this place is really great, “Hey, man, wanna surf or skate.”
I love my neighborhood, Chitaqua Beach
I love my neighborhood Surf Ghetto
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Alt Right Delete
02:19
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Spencer gets attention
Need I have to mention
The man who plays the victim just generates hate.
Open up the waste dump
Get the Nazis all pumped
Adoration of Trump
Race lines running the state
Make the rally massive
Agitate the passive
Orchestrate the clashes
Southern White Proud
Get into your Charger
Small man feeling larger
Gonna be a martyr
Mow down a crowd
Alt right lives don’t matter to me,
Baiting defenders of liberty
Radical middle says to take a knee
Alt right lives don’t matter to me
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Swindle
00:48
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It’s much too big, sluggish, and slow to change
I cannot alter it. I cannot rearrange
I crawled inside, infiltrating for change
I was merely a part of the bureaucratic swindle
The bureaucrats so high and in charge.
They control every aspect
You try your best but you know
They’ve got you by the balls
I was inside fighting for change
I was merely a part of the bureaucratic swindle
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Thieves
02:20
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Opportunist in the dead of night
Needs a ride, so he steals a bike
Mommy worked long for that Christmas gift
I hope you burn in Hell, you fucking piece of shit
I hate thieves. Don’t steal from me
You’re no Robin Hood. You do no good
Property’s theft, but what if you earn it?
Who the fuck are you to come and take it?
Not supposed to take what don’t belong to you
How’d that lesson get lost on you?
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Stars N Bars
02:17
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And you waive that flag to represent your hate
And you use that flag to show the world your hate
And hate dictates your every decision
And hate creates your history’s revision
Make America great again for a mannerless yankee
You don’t represent the South, and you don’t stand for me
Mamma and Jesus surely can’t be proud
Stars and Bars for your racist bigot crowd
I see your flag pull up at the Kangaroo.
Half drunk again scorin’ some peanuts and some brew
I stand in line behind you, and my eyes are glued
I can’t take them off of your swastika tattoo
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Minimum Rage St. Augustine, Florida
Jacob, Cole, John, Jeremy. St. Augustine Punk Rock n' Roll
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