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Leftover Crack lyrics
Album: Mediocre Generica [2001]
| Homeo-Apathy | |
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scabies and gentleman
from all the way in the back of the foodstamp line
and straight outta motherfuckin' lo-cash
that crackrocksteady beat drums on
so raise your motherfuckin' pipes in the air
for the good, the bad & the leftover crack
ya got yer midnight dragon yer dope and yer dust
yer skin rots away & yer mind & soul rust
yer solutions all splinter, but the pain is ok
'cuz yer brain is all numb as yer body decays
i feel that long black cloud, it's coming down
9th & C
everything i do in life slowly takes it's toll
the bad decisions that i make seem out of my control
and growing up in NYC it never was much fun
ther fumes are like a pack a day & buildings block the sun
fuck the sun that cloud is coming down
9th & C
you never were much fun to me
you stab & tell me not to bleed
you evict the youth right out of me
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| Nazi White Trash | |
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One of us will be betrayed it's not enough for you to say
"i'm sorry" or lie about it all yer a meglo-nymph & yer mating call is
money & religion, segregation & division
your dirty cash in the pockets of the wicked politicians
lobbying for slavery in a new and modern way
repenting when yer caught, but this is what i say:
yer sick, i hate you ya stupid motherfucker
yer so fuckin' blind ya have no fuckin' mind
yer nazi white-trash yer words come out like shit
yer so fuckin' sick yer such a fuckin' prick
ya have that special something that "sprite in you appeal"
ya think that we all love you but this is how you make us feel
yer sweaty, fuckin ignorant A product of conditioning
eugenics, social darwinisim, an excuse for yer positioning
yer crass & evil ways are all that got you there today
i hope you get shot, and this is what we say
yer sick, i hate you ya stupid motherfucker
yer so fuckin' blind ya have no fuckin' mind
yer nazi white-trash yer words come out like shit
yer so fuckin' sick yer such a fuckin' prick
one of us will be betrayed
and time kills us all
so we say... we hope you die sooner
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| Atheist Anthem | |
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From high up on yer crucifix
You preach about my triple 6
You spit about my this and that
And yank away yer welcome mat
With a coupon jesus christ will save
So don't you christians misbehave
'cuz santa makes the list himself
And he's rotting on the warehouse shelf
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
are in the basement huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
When the greed of man is not appeased
All will rot sick and diseased
Once again the fallen towers
The Tortured death of every hour
And at the toll of the final bell
You lead the righteous down to hell
When all the world is dead by dawn
All I ask is bring me along!
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
are in the basement huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
Nuclear Apox spells your doom
like the t.v. in yer living room
each bomb kills a million dead
it melts your skin and implodes yer head
And now you get yer judgement day
You think you'll float up then away
But yer guilty just like everyone
You turn to ash when the burning's done
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
are in the basement huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
There's a hunger within you
a tapeworm deep inside
or maybe it's just cancer
the doctors can't decide
but yer stomach keeps on growing
as yer body wastes away
and yer getting ill & weaker
every single fucking day
we are alone
we are alone
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| Gay Rude Boys Unite | |
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Unity! HA! yer such a saint today
you may be anti racist but then you're anti gay
you may be ignorant from a lack of education
but if it's sympathy you see you seek
you better turn to another station
* Intolerant society rears it's ugly face
you're turning your native music into a homophobic disgrace
the gay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black
gay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back
we'll take it back!
because without respect there's gonna be nothing left
This double standard just won't sit that well with me
i come to say this and it's just the way it has to be
you know i'm not PC i'll shoot your kid at school
'cuz he's gonna grow up to be a fucking asshole just like you
you can celebrate your unity till every gay is dead
but why don't you stop your fronting with real unity instead
and on a better dime on this shitty little globe
we would crucify the racists and be bashing all the homophobes
* Intolerant society rears it's ugly face
you're turning your hardcore music into a homophobic disgrace
the gay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black
gay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back
we'll take it back, we'll take it back
because without respect there's gonna be nothing left
2000 triple zero stand up and take a look around
this ignorant fucking shit shouldn't happen in any town
so come on leave the closet and on your way out grab a bat
cuz there's a battle to be fought and the prize is fucking phat
autonomy from ignorance there's got to be a better way
but the racist, sexist homophobes and piggies gotta pay
but right now you got to get out of your fucking seat
and jam down to the faggot rhythm's of that crack rock steady beat
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| NC | |
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Where have all the blue skies gone
And to the east a toxic dawn
Poison is the wind that blows
Who inhales it no one knows
Why does so much feel like less
Resigned into death's warm caress
Sickly sweet is melted skin
Greed becomes our greatest sin
Putrefacation, rot, decay
We'll shoot your kids at school today
Why does so much feel like less
Resigned into death's warm caress
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| Interlude | |
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(mama, i'm scared. Dont be scared, its just the devil doin his work)
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| Stop the Insanity | |
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white & blue & bloody red
stars and stripes for the mis-lead
convenince stores with neon lights
where burger kings rule tainted nights
stop the insanity let's end humanity
kill all earth's residents let's start with the presidents
this sick atrophic stolen land
means nothing more than modern man's
greed & hate & racism
and what we have is a fucked up system
let's stop the insanity let's end humanity
mediocre generica let's start with america
let's kill the cops, the C.I.A
the F.B.I , the P.T.A
the N.F.L, the P.M.R.C
let's kill you and let's kill me
let's stop the insanity let's end humanity
mediocre generica let's start with america
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| Crack City Rockers | |
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no panhandling they say it isn't a job
oh but i disagree ya ignorant slob
but there may come a day, when yer found down & out
and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt
ya might be a skinhead ya might be a punk
just give us a quarter so we can get drunk
thank you for shopping and please come again
you suffer to know, try even harder to see
making sense of yer life in a fucked reality
from decatur st. up to avenue A
from El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay
ya turned a spangin' job into a life long career
for a tin A' tabacco and a fourty of beer
now yer drinkin' & yer thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out?
yer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish
& yer askin' real nice for them to letcha go
so they ask if they were shot in the street
would ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no
after all of the times that ya barely scraped by
with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out?
with the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin'
in the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin'
yeah when we were alive we were wicked and young
with the good times we had and the songs we sung
now it's sad that you died and i wish you would stay
but i sold all my stamps at the end of the day
and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out?
Popeye:
(yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go around
my good friend gone was always there to share it with me)
after all of the times that ya barely scraped by
with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out?
i got assualted by officer friendly
on the 4th of july stick a needle in my eye
i said "i didn't do nothin'" & "what's this all about?"
he said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his baton out
spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead
my thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head
and the last one left is: is my bad luck running out?
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| Burning in Water | |
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Cough syrup helps you relate to the dead
drink it down & swell up the brain in yer head
welcome to the state & crush what you believe
living the lies of the laws you concieve
yer trapped in the web of the world that you weave
you're burning in water, drowning in flames
the laws & the lies are all one & the same
now you're burning in water
& yer drowning in flames
now, never, nothing
long & boney fingers, they dig up from the grave
killed in vain, when corporate gov'ts misbehave
you're obedient dogs, greasing the cogs
running the machine
how many lives are lost in the gears
to cover yer crimes over all of these years?
you're lost, you've lost, we've lost
now is never & yer nothing
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| With the Sickness | |
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The I.M.F, The N.S.A
puppets are planted by the CIA
the new world order of a new decay
it all goes to shit as the ignorant pray
and bullets and bombs kill all
you're to blame as you fall
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| Born to Die | |
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Born to die and you get to sit and watch yer TV set
believe the lies before yer eyes credit cards and apple pies
50 stars to blind yer eyes 13 stripes to hypnotize
free thought is gone you'll never see yer just a pawn
you'll die tomorrow but today yer empty dreams just fade away
evaporate, dissolve to hate while you survive and wait
until a lifeless fate yer stupid lives just piddle on
you slave fer others and then your gone I just can't escape the lying
the moment we are born we're dying it's such an ugly sight
we have no rights
we have no future
no reasons why
just born to die
yer dumb self can't appreciate the freedom in my thought
the weak sense of autonomy when i'm drinking in my squat
that empty void was never filled but the dreams of others
you helped kill you'll justify, we'll linger on
but don't ya know that dreams all die the day your born
we have no god's
there's only ignorant bliss
no reasons why
we're born to die
gone to bed, god is dead
lies and truth are in my head
your history, society, reformity
it isn't me, it's all on you
reality, it's what ya do
it's what ya take in the truth the lies
the freedom dies, the mind it numbs, the spirit breaks
all our rights it kills our future
our reasons why
we're born to die
we're born to die
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| Gay Rude Boys Unite | |
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Unity! HA! yer such a saint today
you may be anti racist but then you're anti gay
you may be ignorant from a lack of education
but if it's sympathy you see you seek
you better turn to another station
* Intolerant society rears it's ugly face
you're turning your native music into a homophobic disgrace
the gay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black
gay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back
we'll take it back!
because without respect there's gonna be nothing left
This double standard just won't sit that well with me
i come to say this and it's just the way it has to be
you know i'm not PC i'll shoot your kid at school
'cuz he's gonna grow up to be a fucking asshole just like you
you can celebrate your unity till every gay is dead
but why don't you stop your fronting with real unity instead
and on a better dime on this shitty little globe
we would crucify the racists and be bashing all the homophobes
* Intolerant society rears it's ugly face
you're turning your hardcore music into a homophobic disgrace
the gay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black
gay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back
we'll take it back, we'll take it back
because without respect there's gonna be nothing left
2000 triple zero stand up and take a look around
this ignorant fucking shit shouldn't happen in any town
so come on leave the closet and on your way out grab a bat
cuz there's a battle to be fought and the prize is fucking phat
autonomy from ignorance there's got to be a better way
but the racist, sexist homophobes and piggies gotta pay
but right now you got to get out of your fucking seat
and jam down to the faggot rhythm's of that crack rock steady beat
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