Label: Metal Blade Records - D2-573401,Enigma Records - D2-573401 • Format: CD Album, Club Edition • Country: US • Genre: Rock • Style: Hardcore, Punk
Translate Email Print. Snap 2. I'd Rather Be Sleeping 3. Marriage 4. Yes Ma'am 5. Soup Kitchen 6. Mad Man 7. Stupid, Stupid War 8. Counter Id Rather Be Sleeping - D.R.I.* - Dealing With It! 9. Couch Slouch God Is Broke Karma Nursing Home Blues I Don't Need Society Give My Taxes Back The Explorer Reaganomics How To Act Shame Argument Then War Evil Minds Slit My Wrist Busted Again Equal People On My Way Home Bail Out.
Snap No, there are no easy answers To sum up the problems which we face History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes Just don't expect to make sense Out of what you see For I can tell you now that Knowing is believing So if you open your mind you might understand You're the victim of a bigtime government scam And though you may not be inclined to believe The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive You live in your little Измены - Григорий Лепс - Дуэты.
Переиздание +3 новые песни world You're much too cool to care I really have to warn you I think it's only fair They await the final hour As happy as they are sick Laughing so hysterically At all those who they've tricked But then who an I to tell you who to believe in When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving? I'd Rather Be Sleeping From sun-up to sun-down Decisions make Id Rather Be Sleeping - D.R.I.* - Dealing With It!
head spin round Make me drunk, sick and tired Keep me up 'till I retire Kinder Der Sterne - Bianca - Aus Meinem Herzen while I could be out bar hopping Meat market, rocker-chick shopping Out there, chasing my dick In it's never-ending search for chicks But, I'd rather be sleeping In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool No more waking hassles Weary of the daily battles So on my bed, I lay curled A "could be" man of the world But, I'd rather be sleeping In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, Nasr-I Ushshâq - Academy Of Maqâm - Invisible Face Of The Beloved: Classical Music Of The Tajiks And stupid fool 3.
Marriage Beginning with its conclusion Misdirected by what's right Actual illusion Weakened by its might The deserving marital value Priced for quick exchange Is worth in the open market Only half its weight in change Enthusiastically disfigured By anticipated, sterile waste Poised and promising Glazed in its loss of face Frantically mellow Blameless in its intent More solid than jello Yet, softer than cement Unprofitably productive Not worth speaking of Mutually destructive None of the above 4.
Yes, still an emergency Come on, cut me slack Promise I'll be right back Just let me go this one last time And I'll never ask again Teacher, really, really 5. Soup Kitchen Vicious circle's got me down Days turn into weeks of hanging out Got to shake these soup kitchen blues Growing tired of barley cabbage stew And there being nothing Nothing new to do Dumb and hungry, we make our way For free refueling Like an alarm clock, our minds know the times We plan our lives around the lines Twelve p.
At the soup kitchen Talking politics with the bag men Forced into their conversations Pessimistic contemplations They tell me of their heart conditions Share with me their D. Visions Damn me with that bad outlook Or save me with that "good book" Vicious circle's got me down Days turn into weeks of hanging out Got to shake these Haight-Ashbury blues Growing tired of the Kezar Stadium cruise And there being nothing Nothing new to do Just make the midday pilgrimage We travel far and wide Going to the soup kitchen To swallow some more pride 6.
Mad Man He's old and cranky and he's got white hair He yells at us in his underwear He'll attach you like a crazed bear But come on in, don't be scared Mad man, he'll kick down the door Mad man, he'll call you a whore Mad man, he'll brand you a slut Mad man, he'll kick your butt! You pay the bills, I live in your place I'll do what you say for my dwelling space I'll do your dishes, I'll wash the floor Just please don't kick down our jam room door Mad man, he'll kick down the door Mad man, he'll call you a whore Mad man, he'll brand you a slut Mad man, he'll kick your butt!
You hit my friends and cut down blacks Proves again what your mind lacks You back the klan I've got to Change my nazi dad Change my nazi dad Change my nazi 7. Stupid, Stupid War You think you look good in your new uniform Starched and pressed into the perfect norm Until uncle Sam puts a gun in your hand Points you in the wrong direction and says, "kill that man!
Can't make me play The world's running into problems now That doesn't mean we have to fight it out Well, I don't fit into your plan You can't make me kill, man You can't make me kill a man You can't make me kill and I won't fight your stupid war I won't fight your stupid war I won't fight when there's nothing to fight for Nothing to fight for Nothing to fight fuckin for 8. Counter Attack Counter attack! Counter attack!
We've his underground long enough They've got power, but not enough Time to start, time to act They've got our lives They've got us trapped Stab the system in the back Face your fears, face the facts Time to start, time to act Time to show them that we care Time to show that we're not scared Time to show Enough - BarlowGirl - Another Journal Entry how to share their money Counter attack!
God Is Broke Salvation's around the corner Just dig into your soul Donations for the holy word A paycheck for god's goal His iron-handed, spiritual rule Is that what you fear most? God is green, a numbered face A scamming holy ghost! God is broke, The well ran dry So pay up while you can Or you'll end up in hell Money in the box is like A halo on your head But all of Christ's love Still leaves him with the dead Mating Ritual (Real Version) - E.C* - No More Hey, punk, with that bottle in your hand What makes you so sad?
Could life really be that bad? Nursing Home Blues I am an old man living alone My loved ones stuck me here in this nursing home I've lost all usefulness I want to die I have them all the best years of my life Then Maggie passed away, now I've got no wife So kill me, young man, or hand me your knife I want to die My beautiful daughter says I get in the way I depress her because I'm old and grey She can't stand to see the wrinkles in my skin By golly, girl, you're my only kin I want to die Like an old horse put out to pasture Too old to be of any more use to it's master But when I lie in bed and I reminisce I begin to think maybe this is best I'm out of the way, not in anyone's hair And though I'm costing them money, I don't care I want to die Id Rather Be Sleeping - D.R.I.* - Dealing With It!
I Don't Need Society Your numbers up you have to go The system say's "I told you so" Stocked in a train like a truckload of cattle Sent off to slaughter in a useless battle Thousands of us sent off to die Never really knowing why Fuck the system they can have me I don't need society I don't need society Before you know it you're in he corp Grab your gear boy you're off to war Stocked in a train like a truckload of cattle Sent off to slaughter in a useless battle Thousands of us sent off to die Never really knowing why Fuck the system they can have me I don't need society I don't need society You were an apple pie clone living at home Never straying to far from your phone Now son make it through enemy lines You must hurry there's not much time Made it sir.
They're gonna drop the bomb No time to evacuate, they'll call our moms Fuck the system, they can't have me I don't need society I don't need society Give My Taxes Back They block out the landscape with giant signs Covered with pretty girls and catchy lines Put up fences and cement the ground Id Rather Be Sleeping - D.R.I.* - Dealing With It! dull my senses, keep the flowers down I want 'em back Spend my money on a race to space Wasting my money, slapping my face They've taken a peek over future's fence Taken a peek at my expense They've wasted human lives And they've fucked up mine I want it back I'm not into the material scene Polyester, polyethylene At least give me a chance to say what I want The more you waste, the more you want I want 'em back I want 'em back I want 'em back Give 'em back!
The Explorer Day after day I comb my brain Searching for words which sound the same Choosing these words and making them fit Hoping, somehow, they'll all make sense If they don't, don't blame me I'm exploring my identity I set the stage for the anonymous play Composing good and evil in an offhand sort of way So, if you should turn on me It's because you don't understand And won't until you assemble the fragmented picture Of a shattered man I'm searching And my own mind Is my latest, greatest Most fabulous find I had to explore everything All the drugs and drink Cut my dick off with a butterknife in the sink Lived in jail for a thousand or more years Got lost for fifteen million more at sears Never know what I might do next Destroy myself Discover death Reaganomics Reaganomics killing me Reaganomics killing me Reaganomics killing me Reaganomics killing you Id Rather Be Sleeping - D.R.I.* - Dealing With It!
To Act There's only Id Rather Be Sleeping - D.R.I.* - Dealing With It! way to act When you're dealing with fools You stab them in the back And break all their rules There's only one way to be When you're making it with she You've got to play a role And Id Rather Be Sleeping - D.R.I.* - Dealing With It!
got to make it seem like love Shame No blacks, no whites, no Ku Klux Klan Orientals, Mexicans No guns, no bombs, national front No greed, no hate, no government No smog, no filth, no factories No more cities to keep clean No locks, no gates, no property No states and no boundaries No trends, no fads, no macho man Stupid, idiot, cock-rock bands No cops, no crimes, Aggressive Perfector - Slayer - Reign In Blood jealousy No laws, creeds, no one to please I'm ashamed to be a human being I'm ashamed to be a human being Cause we've got the brains to stop all war But we're rotten to the core Argument Then War Argument then war Even the score Retaliate, revenge The will to win Man can't be wrong Man can never get along Man wants to fight Man wants to be right Man wants to kill Man will Argument then war Even the score Retaliate, revenge The will to win Man can't be wrong Man can never get along Man lives in the past Civilized trash Man hates himself Poisons himself He is his own disease Committing slow suicide Evil Minds Horrible plans of hate they're tending The evil minds with plans predicting Bitter vibes of hate they're sending Broken heart and mind is mending Deflective action onslaught ending Crazy Magnus Wedberg - Visions E.P. of fame Id Rather Be Sleeping - D.R.I.* - Dealing With It!
And conspiracy is all I fear Slit My Wrist Every day I get more pissed Slit my wrist, slit my wrist I hate to care, I hate relations A pile stacked high of complications Every day I get more pissed Slit my wrist, slit my wrist I hate the thought that I must give All my time just to live Every day I get more pissed Slit my wrist, slit my wrist I hate the thought of government aid Across my wrist, a razor blade Every day I get more pissed Slit my wrist, slit my wrist Busted Again Driving down the freeway As if I was on downers Followed off the exit ramp By a scene from close encounters Out of the van Walk a straight line Lost count of the beers Somewhere around nine Drunk and driving, boy You really fucked up Now you're in the squad car Hands in back, Id Rather Be Sleeping - D.R.I.* - Dealing With It!
Seven hundred dollars Or eight months, son Checked my pockets, but I knew I had none They took away my license They said I can't drive Said that I should thank them I'm "lucky to be alive" Locked in a cell For weeks at a time My friends got me out My bail was my fine Now I'm on the outside Me and all my friends Drunk and driving reckless Just waiting to get caught again Equal People I look at you, then look at me There is no difference I can see On My Way Home I was getting out, without a doubt This was my last patrol, wished I could shout But then the reds were there We were taking our share Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair I was fighting wild, shooting blind Nothing I could do, nowhere I could go Someone yelled, "keep your head down low" I heard men crying, knew they were dying And for the first time, I realized My sergeant lied!
On my way home in a body bag John Laws - Rollin Free one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag I was seeing green, seeing Tasos Bougas* - Όλα Για Τις Γυναίκες - Ζωντανή Ηχογράφηση With an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my head Trying to breathe, I fought for air I was alive, but nobody cared We left the planet Then we had landed Soon picked up by an army truck Someone gave me a shovel and told me to dig I said, "fuck off and die, capitalist pig!
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