Operation Rescue
Punk Rock Song
Tomorrow
A Walk
God Song
Pity the Dead
1000 More Fools
Drunk Sincerity
Generator
Change of Ideas
Portrait of Authority
What It Is
Dream of Unity
Sanity
American Jesus
Do What You Want
Part III
Ten In 2010
No Direction
Along the Way
Recipe For Hate
Fuck Armageddon . . . This Is Hell
It's Reciprocal
Struck a Nerve
Leave Mine to Me
Tested
No Control
It's an S.O.S sent out telepathically
Let's go
Yahey
I'm going for a walk
This is one of them from a few years back
This tune's called "Pity the Dead"
I heard them say that the meek shall reign on Earth
Thank you, Bob
Oh, the beginning of Generator
Well the sheaves have all been brought
"Portrait of Authority"
There's a purpose, and there's a goal
I had a dream of unity
There's a watch in my pocket and it's hands are broken
Here's a tune from across the pond
Off an album we did a while ago called "Suffer"
It's a tune on there called "Part Three"
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen gut
This song's called "No Direction"
I refuse to abuse what is kind to the views
Can't you feel it, can't you see
There's people out there that say I'm no good
Hoarding turns allure to discontent
There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane
There are desperate times upon us
Yeah, they say there's a place free of trouble and care
Thank you, we got one last song
Typed by Starbolt
Operation Rescue
Signs of our distress won't allow complacency
We need restoration now of our morality
And a drastic bold reminder of our mortality
Rectifying troop is here
The one needed all these years
To stop heinous wrong doings
And verify our moral
Benevolence as a people
Operation, operation rescue
They're here to right our fall
They've heard a troubled call
Operation, operation rescue
You wonder where they come from
But I just wonder why they're here at all
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Life ever-after, it's what they're in business for
See them hold the key to our kingdom's door
It's persuasive
It's a part of you and me
But not overwhelming as they wish it to be
If no one believed in fairy tales
There's nothing we could do but fail
But everywhere we look someone
Trying to reassure
Our benevolence as a people
Operation, operation rescue
They're here to right our fall
They've heard a troubled call
Operation, operation rescue
You wonder where they come from
I just wonder what compels them all
Operation, operation rescue
Operation, operation rescue
Randall Terry
You may wonder where they come from
But I just wonder why they're here at all
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (x4)
Thank you
Punk Rock Song
Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with the dead?
There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
And the figures don't lie they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please
Have you lived the experience?
Have you witnessed the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape
In this land of competition the compassion is gone
But we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
We keep pushing on
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fucking insects out there
And this is just a punk rock song
Have you visited the quagmire?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party convention and the real politik
The faces always different, the rhetoric the same
But we swallow it all, and we see nothing change
Nothing has changed
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like workers in a company we do our share
But there's so many other fucking robots out there
And this is just a punk rock song
Ten million dollars on a losing campaign
Twenty million starving and writhing in pain
Big strong people unwilling to give
Small in vision and perspective
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population running out of time
Running out of time
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fucking insects out there
And this is just a punk rock
Figures don't lie they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please
One in five kids below the poverty line
One mother fucker running out of time
This is just a punk rock song
This is just a punk rock song
This is just a punk rock song
Tomorrow
Every day we profit so
Leaning towards the great unknown
Asking how it pertains to tomorrow
Aim for places we've not been
Conquer grounds that go between
Yesterdays foundations and tomorrow
It's the way they say it's got to be
We spear ahead and forge our destiny
Who do they represent?
Who do you believe?
Make a sound decision for others to heed
Try to set a faster pace
Try to build a master race
One that will make a contribution to tomorrow
It's the way they say it's got to be
We put aside our fears and make history
The clothes are in the dryer, the writing's on the wall
Doing everything we can stop this fall
Everyday we profit so
Leaning toward the great unknown
A Walk
Not the after dinner kind
I'm gonna use my hands
And I'm gonna use my mind
And who the hell are you?
To tell me what to do?
You can't even tie your own fucking shoes
Your closet is a mess
Your backyard's falling down
I got no grand ideas or intention of sticking around
So I'm going for a walk
Not the after dinner kind
I'm gonna use my hands
And I'm gonna use my mind
And I'm gonna build a world
Independent and exempt
All alone I'll be an empire
With no mortgage and no rent
And I don't need to live in your fucked up zoo
You can't even feed the animals donated to you
Your storage sheds are ramshackle
Flies decorate the walls
You expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall?
I'm going for a walk
And I know you're watching everything I do
Call me threat to your children, call me socially unglued
Call me master of insanity, unable to relate
Call me lazy, bane and filthy
Call me monstrous reprobate
I'm going for a walk
And there's nothing you can do
Because I don't have to
Live like you
I'm going for a walk
Going for a walk
Going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
Going for a walk
Going for a walk
Going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
Thank you
God Song
This one's called "God Song"
And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green?
And did that anthropocentric God
Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen?
I don't think so
He's up there with the others laying low
Vying with those
Who you've traded your life to bless your soul
And have they told you how to think
Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy?
Or have you escaped scrutiny
And regaled yourself with depravity?
Now we all see
Religion's just synthetic frippery
Unnecessary
In our expanding global cultural efficiency
Now don't you fear
This impasse we have built to our future ever so near
Ever so near
And oh so austere
Pity the Dead
Let's go
There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon
And a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon
There's no one around to hear their lonesome cries
So they pass away alone into the night
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head?
Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
Oh why do we
Pity the dead?
Well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay
And you whisper to yourself blissfully "it's okay"
You still refuse the possibility
That the dead are better off than we
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you churned of the logic thats a swirling in your head?
Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
Oh why do we
Pity the dead?
Pity the dead
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you know
Is there anyone who lives a painless life?
If there is show me so
The destitute and famished
Demonic and the banished
Dejected and the ostracised
The Brainwashed and the paralysed
The conquered and objectified
The few who see the other side
Tell me what you see
It's a mortal wretched cacophony
Let's go
In the end you may find there's no guiding subtle light
No ancestors, no friends
No judge of wrong or right
Just eternal silence and dormancy
And a final everlasting peace
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head?
Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
Oh why do we
Pity the dead?
Go
Why do we pity the dead?
1000 More Fools
Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth
I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes
Inchoate beatitude
The Lord of the flies
And what does it mean?
When your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way
Brother you'd better get down on your ass and pay
A thousand more fools are being born
Every fucking day
They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way
With microwave transmissions
They bombard us every day
The masses are obsequious
Contented in their sleep
The vortex of their minds ensconced within the murky deep
And what does it mean?
When your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way
All of you better get down on your ass and pay
A thousand more fools are being born
Every fucking day
Drunk Sincerity
Here's a tune called "Drunk Sincerity"
Let's go
The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
And the croaking speech he'd heard from countless counsellors before
He said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer
But I know you can succeed, I used to have it so much rougher"
There's hope in the words and emotion in the eye
It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery
But it's all just drunk sincerity
It's all just drunk sincerity
In maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube
The numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view
Then the generals said "we don't want our boys dead
Your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon"
There's hope in the words and emotion in the eye
It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
Like fools we trust the delivery
But it's all just drunk sincerity
It's all just drunk sincerity
Let's go
With steam and heat and rhythm in the back seat of the car
Adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars
You heard love from the lips, you were rapt by the hips
And the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far
There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery
But it's all just drunk sincerity
It's all just drunk sincerity
It's all just drunk sincerity
It is all just drunk sincerity
Generator
Like a rock
Like a planet
(Like a fucking atom bomb
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
That I encounter everywhere I turn
I've seen it all before)
I think I started you in the wrong key, sorry about that
Like a twitch before dying
Like a pornographic sea
There's a flower behind the window
There's an ugly laughing man, he's standing right beside me
Like a hummingbird in silence
Like the blood on my door
It's the generator
Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore
I've known it all along
Like the bone under my skin
Like actors in a photograph
Like paper in the wind
There's a hammer by the window
There's a knife on the floor
Like turbines in darkness
Like the blood on my door
It's the generator
Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore
Shore, shore
Change of Ideas
But the fields have washed away
And the palaces now stand
Where the coffins all were laid
And the times we see ahead
We must glaze with rosy hues
For we don't want to admit
What it is we have to lose
Millennia incoming
The modern age is here
It sanctifies the future
But renders us with fear
So many theories
So many prophecies
What we do need is a change of ideas
When we are scared
We can hide in our reveries
But what we need is a change of ideas
Change of ideas, change of ideas
What we need now is a change of ideas
Portrait Of Authority
Let's go
Nothing more, nothing less
An icon on the wall, decoration and duress
That which many strive to be
It's the marble statue staring over me
And nobody has the will to tear it down
It determines wrong and right
But to me it's just a stereotype
And it makes us lose our sight
The portrait of authority
Portrait of authority
You tell me that's what I'm supposed to be
Portrait of authority
You tell me that's what I'm supposed to be
Another time, another man
An oppressive intrusion and a plague across his land
And it haunts him every day
It tells him that he has no chance, his hopes just fades away
And he lives his life prepared to tear it down
But he can't muster the support
And to him it's just a stereotype
Of his life-long fight
The portrait of authority
Portrait of authority
It embodies what he cannot be
Portrait of authority
It's what he cannot be
The portrait of authority
Portrait of authority
Portrait of authority
What It Is
There's virtuous, and immoral
There's a reason for all of this
But I don't know what it is
I am one, and plural too
I accept them, but they exclude
I could make sense of all of this
But I don't know what it is
The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind
The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find
So
I don't know what it is
There's a beginning, and there's an end
There's a climax, some would contend
There's a way to signify this
But I don't know what it is
The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind
The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find
So
I don't know what it is
Show me something more definitive
I don't know what it is
Dream Of Unity
Where we would walk side by side
But today I see that it's only me
Just trying to get by
Sometimes we strive undeterred
To walk as one toward our goal
But as people stray toward more selfish ways
We see we have no control
I had a dream of unity
Where we would walk side by side
But today I see that it's only me
Just trying to get by
Just trying to get by
Sanity
The face is blank but the gears are turning
Confusion
It's a fundimental state of mind
It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out
I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt
And sanity, it's a full time job in a world that is always changing
And sanity is a state of mind that you believe in, sanity
There's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling
My body's moving forward but my mind is reeling
Depression
It's a fundimental state of being
It never really matters how my day has turned out
I always end up living in a world of doubt
And sanity it's a full time job in a world that is always changing
And sanity can make you strong if you believe in, sanity
Yeah, sanity it's a full time job in a world that is always changing
And sanity will make you strong, if you believe in sanity
American Jesus
It's called "American Jesus"
I don't need to be a global citizen
'Cause I'm blessed by nationality
I'm a member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are things that seem to pull us under and
There are things that drag us down
But there's a power and a vital presence
That's lurking all around
We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
He helped build the president's estate
I feel sorry for the Earth's population
'Cause so few live in the U.S.A
At least the foreigners can copy our morality
They can visit but you cannot stay
Only precious few can garner the prosperity
It makes us walk with renewed confidence
We got a place to go when we die
And the architect resides right here
We've got the American Jesus
Posturing national fame
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day, yeah
Alright
He's the farmer's barren fields (In God)
The force the army wields (We trust)
Expression on the faces of the starving millions (Because he's one of us)
The power of a man (Break down)
The fuel that drives the clan (Cave in)
The motive and the conscience of the murderer (We can redeem your sins)
He's the preacher on t.v (Strong heart)
The false sincerity (Clear mind)
The form letters written by the big computers (And infinitely kind)
The nuclear bombs (You lose)
The kids with no moms (We win)
I'm fearful that he's inside me (He is our champion)
Yeah
We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority
We've got the American Jesus
Posturing national fame
We've got the American Jesus
Let's go
One nation under God (x6)
Do What You Want
This one's called "Do What You Want"
Do what you want
Hey, do what you want
But don't do it around me
Idleness and dissipation breed apathy
I sit on my ass all goddamn day
A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to
Say what you must
Do all you can
Break all the fucking rules and go to Hell with Superman
And die like a champion, Yahey
Hey, I don't know if the billions will survive
But I'll believe in God when one and one are five
My moniker is Greg and I'm rotten to the core
I'll tear down the building just to pass through the door
So do what you must
Do all you can
Break all the fucking rules and go to Hell with Superman
Die like a champion, (yahey)
Yahey, yahey
Part III
The final page is written in the books of history
As man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas
To fight a war that can't be won and kills the human race
A show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance, yeah
They say when a mistake is made, a lesson has been learned
But this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world
A million lives are lost each day, a city's slowly burnt
A mother holds her dying child, and no one is concerned, hey
They say when a mistake is made, a lesson has been learned
But this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world
A million lives are lost each day, a city's slowly burnt
A mother holds her dying child, no one is concerned, hey
Ten in 2010
Sun-baked pavement encroaches on us
Haves and have-nots together at last
Brutally engaged in mortal combat
Ten in 2010
Ten in 2010
What kind of God orchestrates such a thing?
Ten in 2010, ten in 2010
Ten billion people all suffering
Ten in 2010, ten in 2010
Truth is not an issue, just hungry mouths to feed
Ten in 2010, ten in 2010
Forget what you want, scrounge the things you need
Ten in 2010, ten in 2010
Ten in 2010
Ten in 2010
Ok
Happy and content it can't happen to you
Ten in 2010, ten in 2010
Fifteen years we'll think of a solution
Ten in 2010, ten in 2010
It won't just appear in one day
Ten in 2010, ten in 2010
For ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way
Ten in 2010, ten in 2010
Ten in 2010
Ten in 2010
Like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today
Ten billion people coming your way
Go
Ten in 20
Ten in 20
Ten in 2010
No Direction
A sullen figure walked along a dusty road
His life was holy and he couldn't bear the load
He left his people and a simple life behind
He raised his torso as he looked to the sky
Shouting his question
Looking for direction
"What do I do now?"
Now a confused schoolgirl stares at the t.v tray
The stresses of maturing compound everyday
She glances up to see her favourite video
And gets ideas from Courtney's nasty clothes
In need of affection
She craves the direction
Her heroes offer her
Everyone's looking for something
And they assume somebody else knows what it is
No one can live without decisions of their own
It seems as though they look to someone else
To tell them what to be
Tell them what to wear
Tell them what to say
Tell them how to act and think
Compel others compulsively
Till the world is all like them
Let's go
A righteous student came and asked me to reflect
He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect
I don't believe in self-important fucks who preach
No Bad Religion song can make your life complete
Prepare for rejection
You'll get no direction from me
You'll get no direction from me
You'll get no direction from me
Watch out
Along The Way
But it's there and it's happening to me along the way
As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes
But the dinner's always waiting at the table along the way, yeah
What you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be
But you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way
And we'll cry as we try and our brothers pass us by
To be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah
Now we grow as we show that the morals we must know
Will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way
But regret, don't forget, to find love and happiness
Unless you are willing to be strong when they are gone along the way
Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me
But we see each other once more on the path along the way
Recipe For Hate
The promise of prosperity
It's overwhelming you and me
It afflicts us like a disease
Ubiquitous, compelling too
We cling to you like crazy glue
And inject such a potent seed
It's best for all humanity
The spread of culture
The sword of progress
The vector of suffrage
A warm and septic breeze
The pomp and elation
The duty and vocation
The blood of the hybrid
It's just a recipe
Re-living our ancestry
The frightful lack of harmony
Our fore-fathers who led the way
Their victims are still here today
Now it's time to erase
The story of our bogus fate
Our history as it's portrayed
Is just a recipe for hate
A recipe for hate
The spread of culture
The sword of progress
The vector of suffrage
A warm and septic breeze
The pomp and elation
The duty and vocation
The blood of the hybrid
It's just a recipe
Hate
Fuck Armageddon...This Is Hell
'Cause I don't believe in things that I should
And when the final conflict comes
I'll be so sorry I did wrong
And hope and pray that our lord God will think I'm good
Countries manufacture bombs and guns
To kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done
Smog is ruining my lungs
They're not sorry they've done wrong
They hide behind their lies they're helping everyone
In the end the good will go to Heaven up above
The bad shall perish in the depths of Hell
How could Hell be any worse?
Life alone's a fucking curse
Fuck Armageddon this is Hell
Fuck Armageddon this is Hell
Fuck Armageddon it's Hell
We're living in the denouement
Of the battle's gripping awe
So what's the use of being good to satisfy them all
You tell me
How could Hell be any worse?
Frisco is a fucking curse
Fuck Armageddon this is Hell
Fuck Armageddon this is Hell
Can't you see? Fuck Armageddon this is Hell
It's Hell, it's Hell
Hell (x11)
Fuck Armageddon this is Hell
It's Reciprocal
Altruism's a grind all its own
Morning makes you know your inner self
But love is just as pure as you both
'Cause
It's Reciprocal (x4)
When two love it's metaphysical
Venal desires we learn to beset
You and me we got our special thing
But I want you to never forget
It's Reciprocal (x4)
Each bedtime I
Stir with regret
Guilty and vane
Hoping for re
Tribution
Charity's immune from my demands
I don't expect a thing from the weak
But you my love are measured and compared
Predisposed to my profane decree
It's reciprocal (x4)
It's re - ci - pro - cal
Struck A Nerve
But it isn't even christmas
He sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died
There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold
As they go to shop for cigarettes
And she spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight
And I guess it struck a nerve
Like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out of the line of sight
Like a barren winter day
Or a patch of unburned green
Like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve
Every day I wander in negative disposition
As I'm bombarded by superlatives
Realizing very well that I am not alone
Introverted I look to tomorrow for salvation
But I'm thinking altruistically
And a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone
And I guess it struck a nerve
Sent a murmur through my heart
We just haven't got time to crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock
Or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve
Watch out
I try to close my eyes
But I cannot ignore the stimuli
If there's a purpose for us all
It remains a secret to me
Don't ask me to justify my life
'Cause I guess it struck a nerve
Like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out of the line of sight
Like a magic speeding clock
Or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve
Leave Mine to Me
There are codes of white and black
Political resentment and people start to crack
There's hate and opposition
There's fumbling dialog
You all sit there and judge me
And you think it makes a difference
If you think I'm all alone you are so fucked up and wrong
There's an entire army who blindly follow along
And you happen to be one of them believe it or not
Even though you try not to be we are of the same plague
The other ways we're taught to fear
Don't even scratch the surface of the problem here
But I'm not blind, and I'm not scared
So many crucial factors exist out there
And we're but one, and they're but two
And how we come to terms will help us pull through
Things cannot change too fast
It took us this much time
To reach our current platform and walk this fragile line
If I thought I'd make a difference I'd kill myself today
But so many are like me lost in the fray
You create your own reality
But leave mine to me
Leave mine to me
Leave mine to me
Leave mine to me
Thank you
Tested
And you have to pass a test for to make it there
It has something to do with the road that's straight and narrow
And the only way to go it is by being being right and thorough
There's always one more hill to climb
There's always one more hill to climb
Bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven
Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
Guided by subconscious voices astute and sharpened
Tested, tested
At times we may be wondering what were supposed to do
Stand and deliver or see the conflict through
And as we long or proceed to build our castles in the sky
Our plans get confounded and determination dies
There's no preparation and no guide
Just what you've done before here with your life
Bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven
Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
Guided by subconscious voices astute and sharpened
Tested, tested
Acting on will, the test is a reaction
Opening your heart, the test is the emotion
Rolling the dice, the test is the agility
Burning out your mind, the test is the recovery
Watch out
You can play by the rules or bend them to your needs
But the test isn't over till you've reached your dark eternal sleep
There are no absolutes, no big wheels in the sky
You don't have to be first just gotta somehow get by
Yeah, bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven
Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
Guided by subconscious voices astute and sharpened
Tested, tested
No Control
This one's called "No Control"
Let's go
Culture was the seed of proliferation
But it's gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole
To an inharmonic whole
Consciousness has plagued us
And we cannot shake it
Though you think you're in control
Though you think you're in control
Questions that besiege us in life are testament
Of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning
No prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate
It will all happen again, yeah
Time is so rock solid in the minds
Of the hordes but they can't
Explain why it should slip away
Explain why it should slip away
History and the future are the comforts of our
Curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day
Rooted in the present day
Questions that besiege us in life are testament
Of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning
No prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate
It will all happen again
If you came to conquer you'll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away
And believe these words you hear
When you think your path is clear
We have no control
We have no control
We have no control
We do not understand
You have no control
You are not in command
We have no control
You have no control
No control (x4)
Thanks a lot, we'll see you next time
Against the Grain