1. |
Mistletoe Can Be Deadly
04:17
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Every morning I wake up and roll over in bed
Another day to smell the flowers but I’m better off dead
(X2)
Drape my organs around a plastic Christmas tree
At the end of life it’s only been me
(X2)
Every morning I wake up and roll over in bed
Another day to smell the flowers but I’m better off dead
(X2)
Drape my organs around a plastic Christmas tree
At the end of life it’s only been me
(X2)
And when I die throw my body on the White House lawn, for proof of my suffering - when I’m gone
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2. |
No Justice, No Peace
02:55
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Let us not participate
In your corporate war party
We are voting with our feet
In the blood soaked, war torn streets
(x2)
Mothers and fathers
Daughters and sons
Sisters and brothers
Countless loved ones
Shot in the back
Lynched from a tree
Skin too dark
Choked in the street
(X2)
** Generational violence
Their attempts to silence
The voices of discontent
A guillotine for every politician
Crucify every man of faith
A bullet or a blade for every racist fucking pig
Who kept the status quo safe**
Let us not participate
In your corporate war party
We are voting with our feet
In the blood soaked, war torn streets
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3. |
When The Wolfbane Blooms
01:11
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Kick down the door tonight
We are running out of time
Kick down the door…
A pure heart dying
It’s paralyzing
A pure heart dying
It’s paralyzing
A pure heart dying
It’s paralyzing
A pure heart dying
IT • IS • PARALYZING
Kick down the door tonight
We are running out time
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4. |
Welcome To The Hellmouth
03:07
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I’ve felt this way since birth
I don’t relate to anyone on Earth
I’ve felt this way since nine
You took my joy, I’ll take what’s mine
I’ve felt this way for quite some time
You’re a leech
I want to commit a crime
My heart is filled with spite
For everyone in sight
The texture of worms beneath my feet
Kicking up leaves on wet concrete
I’ve felt this way since birth
I don’t relate to anyone on Earth
I’ve felt this way since nine
You took my joy, I’ll take what’s mine
I’ve felt this way for quite some time
You’re a leech
I want to commit a crime
My heart is filled with spite
For everyone in sight
The texture of worms beneath my feet
Kicking up leaves on wet concrete
IVE FELT THIS WAY SINCE BIRTH.
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5. |
Rude Riot
02:11
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Boots and braces
Don’t make a racist
But licking pigs feet
Makes a fascist
Blue lines
Black lives
Blue lies
Black dies
Boots and braces
Don’t make a racist
But licking pigs feet
Makes a fascist
Blue lines
Black lives
Blue lies
Black dies
Breaking rocks in the hot sun
We fought the law and the laws done
Boots and braces
Don’t make a racist
But licking pigs feet
Makes a fascist
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