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You Get What You Get
03:29
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Let’s run for public office
Smile and impress the caucuses
Dress for success
Victory will assure us
Of public health insurance, it’s true
Free for me, not for you
Well you get what you get and you don’t get upset
That’s the lesson they’ve fed us from birth
While they take and they take
And we’re scraping our plates for the crumbs that remain
In the dirt
Let’s hit the rich with taxes
Then arm ourselves with axes, start with the yachts!
Sell them for spare parts
Let’s appoint union members
To the Board of Directors, it’s fair
Everyone gets a share
Well you get what you get and you don’t get upset
That’s the lesson they’ve fed us from birth
While they take and they take
And we’re scraping our plates for the crumbs that remain
In the dirt
Well you get what you get and you don’t get upset
That’s the lesson they’ve fed us from birth
While they take and they take
And we’re scraping our plates for the crumbs that remain
In the dirt
Let’s dismantle Big Pharma
Write scrips for marijuana instead
We’d have fewer dead
Stop funding private prisons
Use it for rehabilitation
Like a developed nation
Well you get what you get and you don’t get upset
That’s the lesson they’ve fed us from birth
While they take and they take
And we’re scraping our plates for the crumbs that remain
In the dirt
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Savages
03:46
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Look at these savages
They're welcoming the ravages in vain
We'll take the women
And the rest will be imprisoned, bound in chains
Look at these savages
No clue about the damages in store
We'll take the land from them
Expose them to our pathogens, it's war
History defends
Those who are fortunate to hold the pen
Who are the savages again?
Look at these savages
They have no ammunition, such a shame
We'll take their liberty
And sell them into slavery for gain
Look at these savages
They're speaking foreign languages, so vile
We'll work them to the ground
And then we'll grind their children down in time
History protects
Those who have washed all the blood from their hands
Who are the savages again?
Look at these savages
They're trying to change the averages, no fair
This is our legacy, inherited plutocracy, why share?
History forgets
Those who were left out of the monument
Who are the savages again?
Who are the savages again?
Who are the savages again?
Who are the savages again?
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Doublethink
02:22
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It’s out of control
Pointing fingers in a spiral down an endless hole
Production of fear
Echo chambers telling everyone what they want to hear
Honesty is pliant
Larceny is pious
Equity is bias
This is not behind us
It’s falling apart
Lines in the sand running deep enough to cut the heart
A tectonic shift
Ocean filling in the spaces of a growing rift
Bigotry is kindness
Evidence is blindness
Fantasy is science
Knowledge is a virus
Avarice is righteous
Pacifism’s violence
Patriotic tyrants
This is not behind us
Service is compliance
Media is silent
Politicians’ spineless
Honesty’s for liars
History beguiles us
Compromise divides us
Division unites us
This is not behind us
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Paper Crown
04:28
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Welcome home
To the dying days of Rome
Enjoy the show
Fiddling in the undertow
Why even try?
When everybody buys the lie
Slow ride
To societal demise
Blows my mind
Fight for billionaires when you're barely getting by
Pawns for sacrifice
While the king castles and hides
What comes now?
Promised a baptism, just to let you drown
Hold you down
While you clutch that paper crown
Here we are
Writing a eulogy for this fractured world of ours
All these scars
I'm amazed we got this far
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Socratic Meathead
02:27
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This is an elegy for Socrates
A lamentation over rationality
Reason and logic subjugated by fallacy
This is the ballad of the straw man
A slippery slope down into Neverland
Roasted red herring with a side of ad hominem
Welcome to the Age of Information
Where every charlatan gets validation
This is a funeral for common sense
A preponderance of evidence
Don’t let the truth interfere with a good argument
This is the end of the Enlightenment
The resurrection of the ignorant
Burn the witches and round up all the heretics
Welcome to the Age of Information
Where no one bothers with the annotations
This is the end of the Enlightenment
This is the end of the Enlightenment
This is the end of the Enlightenment
This is the end of the Enlightenment
This is the end
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Engines
03:39
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We're headed for the end of times
There's no rewind
It's time to run and hide
Ignoring warning signs
We've crossed a line
A fuel injected genocide
Lost our bearings
In red herrings
Everybody's gone and picked a side
There's not much less to do
But grab some brews
And watch the rising tide
At the dawn of Armageddon
We're still filling up our engines
The West is suffocating
Fires raging
Kindling waiting for a light
The smoke it rises
The horizon glowing orange
Like a funeral pyre
And all these trees
That help us breathe
Are all just ashes covering the blight
Don't be dismayed
It all will wash away
Beneath the rising tide
At the dawn of Armageddon
We're still filling up our engines
The ocean's coming for us
Tried to warn us
But we all turned a blind eye
All so spoiled, burning oil
Now the bill comes due
We pay the price
Crops are dying
Storm winds flying
Soon we're drowning in the melting ice
Our only hope's to build a boat
And float
Above the rising tide
At the dawn of Armageddon
We're still filling up our engines
At the dawn of Armageddon
We're still filling up our engines
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Reduce Reuse Repent
03:42
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Plastic water bottles
Plastic shopping carts
Plastic bags for vegetables
Plastic credit cards
Individual hard-boiled eggs, shells removed in a plastic case
Toss it all in a plastic sack
Use it once, throw it away
Plastic Barbie dolls
Golden plastic locks
Bound with plastic zip ties and bands in a
Clear plastic box
This is the legacy we leave behind, Ken and Barbie, big wheels, G.I. Joes
The archaeologists shake their heads
They’ll find more plastic than they do bones
Plastic in my sushi
Plastic in my tea
Plastic in my Happy Meal
Plastic in my bloodstream
Tiny particles of polymer, so small that the eye can’t see
But it's everywhere, in your food and drink and air,
In your body every time you breathe
Plastic factories keep on making
Plastic every day
We throw it in the blue bins but the
Shit gets thrown away
Just put some dirt on it deep underground, it’ll break down in a few thousand years
Until then we’ll just try not to choke
Like the birds and the fish and the seals
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Mr. One Percent
03:03
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Old man with a spray tan
Polished smile, hair straight out of a can
He’ll pick your pocket while he shakes your hand
Sell you a timeshare in Afghanistan
Ivy League fraternity
Follow instructions and they’ll give you the key
A corner office and a salary
A silver spoon in perpetuity
Everybody’s paying rent
To Mr. One Percent
He likes his women young and scotches old
He’s eating caviar and escargot
Raking in profits on the Dow Jones
No matter which direction it may go
Taking investors in an IPO
He runs the business like a casino
And once the profits plummet like a stone
He activates his parachute of gold
My great-grandkids are set
Says Mr. One Percent
Everybody’s paying rent
To Mr. One Percent
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Run Hide Fight
00:30
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Time for the annual Run Hide Fight drill
Run for the exits to avoid the blood spill
But if you're close enough to smell the gunsmoke
Try not to breathe or grab and swing a textbook
It's only make believe
Until someone shows up with an AR-15
Time for the annual Run Hide Fight drill
Preparing for the great American thrill kill
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600 Billionaires
03:23
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Six hundred billionaires among us
21st century monarchs
Wave at each other from great big yachts
In a clear blue moat
Six hundred billionaires hoard property
Thirty-four million in poverty
It’s like a game of Monopoly
Where only one piece moves
While we shiver in the barn
The pigs enjoy the spoils of the Manor Farm
Six hundred billionaires on holiday
A private jet, a glass of champagne
Keep the receipts for the CPA
Write the whole thing off
Six hundred billionaires high in the clouds
Thirty-four million huddled on the ground
Waiting for something to trickle down
Like they’ve all been told
While we labor in the fields
The pigs devour milk and apples with their meals
While we’re crawling on all fours
The pigs parade on hind legs, taking more and more
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Indie Punk from Philadelphia, PA.
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