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Shove It Up Your Ass!
03:41
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Shove It Up Your Ass!
I don’t need this fuckin’ world.
Shove it up your ass!
I don’t need your fuckin’ war.
Shove it up your ass!
The Constitution is a bore.
Shove it up your ass!
Shove it up your ass, Mr. President
We’ll show you the door.
Why don’t we sell the Whitehouse?
Feed the world’s poor?
We want nihilism for this nation.
Shove it up your ass!
The world’s a fuckin’ corporation.
Shove it up your ass!
I don’t need your filthy money.
Shove it up your ass!
Where’s the promised milk and honey?
Shove it up your ass!
People don’t have food to eat.
Shove it up your ass!
Children living on the street.
Shove it up your ass!
Shove it up your ass, Mr. Capitalist,
You’re heart is filled with greed.
Why don’t you give your money,
To those with real need?
We want nihilism for this nation.
Shove it up your ass!
The world’s a fuckin’ corporation.
Shove it up your ass!
I don’t need you racist scum.
Shove it up your ass!
I’ll kick you in your racist bum.
Shove it up your ass!
Black and white we all are one.
Shove it up your ass!
When you see us, better run!.
Shove it up your ass!
Shove it up your ass, Mr. Bigot.
You’re not the master race.
You’re just another moron,
And I’ll spit right in your face.
We want nihilism for this nation,
Shove it up your ass!
The world’s a fuckin’ corporation.
Shove it up your ass!
I don’t need your fuckin’ cause.
Shove it up your ass!
Right wing, left wing: full of flaws.
Shove it up your ass!
People act like sheep today.
Shove it up your ass!
Our world's in utter disarray..
Shove it up your ass!
Shove it up your ass, Mr. Zealot.
You’d do just the same,
As all those politicians,
Who’ve caused so much pain.
We want nihilism for this nation.
Shove it up your ass!
The world’s a fuckin’ corporation.
Shove it up your ass!
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2. |
Gogol's Nose
03:56
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Gogol’s Nose
Opened up my eyes to the early morning rays,
The best night of sleep I had had in days.
Hopped out of bed and looked at my face,
Screamed in shock at what was not in place!
A void had opened up right above my lips,
A blank space, flat flesh! I started to flip!
The thing that allowed me to breath in fresh air,
Was completely gone; it was no longer there!
[Chorus]
Spending all your time being so debonair,
Life could be so easy if you just didn’t care.
Make the right impression, you’re in a rat race.
You’d cut off your nose just to spite your face!
Gogol’s Nose! [4 X]
I thought to myself, “That fuckin’ nose!
He’s taken off, stolen some of my clothes!
I’ll need to track him down before he gets too far,
And leaves me with this embarrassing scar.”
So I ran outside and it was there in the news,
The headline in the paper was my very first clue,
My nose had been spotted wearing my cape,
Boarding a carriage and making his escape.
[Chorus]
Spending all your time trying to be a big shot,
Life is so short, appreciate what you got.
You’re rushing here and there; haste makes waste.
You’d cut off your nose just to spite your face!
Gogol’s Nose [4 X]
I hailed a cab and without a pause,
I yelled at the driver, “Follow that schnozz!”
He looked at me strange, but I gave him some dough,
And with that we lurched forward and started to go.
It turns out my nose was impersonating me,
Buying fancy clothing, booze and jewelry.
My reputation was on the line,
I had to stop that proboscis and end his crimes!
I found my nose at work, insulting my boss.
I got him in a bear hug and I started to cuss:
“Listen motherfucker, this nonsense must stop!
Get back on my face, take a place in your spot!”
My nose struggled and tried to get away,
But I punched him in the nose and blood started to spray.
Now defeated and passively,
He cried, “Why on earth would you do this to me?”
[Chorus]
Sending all your time playing to the herd,
And you think that the story of my nose is absurd?
Don’t do nothing special, don’t step out of place,
You’d cut off your nose just to spite your face!
Gogol’s Nose! [8 X]
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White Suburban Brat Problems
I know what to expect,
But you think that I’m a mess.
Although I just must confess,
That my thoughts are somewhat bent.
When you look at me,
All that I can see,
Are red-hot and violent eyes,
With no wish to compromise.
I hide inside my room,
And hope that you’re leaving soon.
I know that you will stay,
And drink your damn life away.
Soon to come an confront,
Your pure-bred and frightened runt,
Who always looked up to you,
‘Till he saw you anew.
And I feel the need to strangle the life out of you!
Now that I’m all grown up,
You still just won’t shut up.
Inside my fucking head,
You’ll be there until I’m dead.
Yelling drunkenly,
Loudly berating me.
All I can do is scream.
While you destroy my self-esteem.
Now that you are gone,
Your wounding effects live on.
There’s just no escaping it,
You vicious and brutal shit.
And yet I feel love for you,
There’s nothing that I can do,
To change the twisted fact,
That now I want you back!
And I feel the need to strangle the life out of you!
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4. |
Incorporated
03:24
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Incorporated
The FBI is following me.
DHS is on my heels.
I'm piloting a stolen car.
Why's that cop right behind me?
I don't know where to run to.
I have no place to run!
A president who screams and shouts,
Concerning things he knows nothing about.
A wall goes up to keep us penned in.
Prisoners or citizens?
I don't know where to run to.
I have no place to run!
FBI and NSA,
CBP and MDA,
IRS and DOJ,
I wish they'd all just go away!
IBM and Apple too,
Facebook, Starbucks and Whole Foods.
Tesla, Ford are just a few.
All of them own me and you!
Democracy has failed all of us.
Leaders that nobody can trust.
You have a vote, but you have no say,
As the rich take your country away!
I don't know where to run to.
I have no place to run!
I feel the need to get out of here.
Escape the climate of hatred and fear.
Where should I go? Where should I run?
This country is a corporation!
I don't know where to run to.
I have no place to run!
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Sacripolitical California
Sacripolitical (1982 – 1993, 2019 - present) is a punk rock band from Marin County,
CA.
The name Sacripolitical refers to the band members’ attitude toward politics. Just as a person who is sacrilegious is irreverent toward the sacred, Sacripolitical plays songs, like “Peace: Under our Supervision,” “The Nihilist Void,” and “Napalm Baby,” that are politically and philosophically irreverent.
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