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Operation Rescue
Punk Rock Song
Tomorrow
A Walk
God Song
Pity The Dead
One Thousand 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
10 in 2010
No Direction
Along The Way
Recipe For Hate
Fuck Armageddon
It's Reciprocal
Struck A Nerve
Leave Mine To Me
Tested
No Control

Operation Rescue

It's an SOS
Sent out telepathically
Signs of our distress
Won't allow complacency
We need restoration now
Of our morality
And a drastic bold reminder of our mortality
The rectifying troop is here
The ones we have needed all these years
To stop the heinous wrongdoings
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

Life ever-after is what they're in business for
See them haul the key to our kingdoms door
It's pervasive
It's a part of you and me
But it's 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 is 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
But I just wonder what compels them all

(x2) Operation
Operation rescue (x2)
Randall Terry
You may wonder where they come from
But I just wonder why they're here at all

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
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're 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 conventions and the real politic
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're so many other fucking robots out there
And this is just a punk rock song

10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 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're so many other fucking insects out there
And this is just a punk rock song

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 motherfucker running out of time
This is just a punk rock song (x3)

Tomorrow

Every day we profit so
Leaning towards the great unknown
Asking how it pertains to tomorrow

Aim for places we've not been
Trample paths 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
We're doing everything we can stop this fall

Everyday we profit so
Leaning towards the great unknown

A Walk

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 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 intentions 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 ramshackled, flies decorate the walls
And 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 (x9)

I'm going for a walk

God Song

This is one of them from a few years back
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 (x2)
And oh so austere

Pity The Dead

This tune's called "Pity the dead"
Let's go

There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon
And a little sullen girl faceup staring at the moon
And 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"
And 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 that swirls within 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 ostracized
The brainwashed and the paralyzed
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 or 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?
Why do we pity
Why do we why do we pity the dead?

One Thousand More Fools

I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth
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
1000 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'd better get down on your ass and pay
1000 more fools are being born
Every fucking day

Drunk Sincerity

The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
And the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counselors before
They said "we all care for you
We know how you suffer
But I know you can succed, I used to have it so much rougher"

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

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 dont want our boys dead
Your sons and your husbands they will be coming back heroes soon"

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

With steam, heat and rhythm in the back seat of the car
And adolescent, perspective, projecting life's the forecast to the stars
You heard love from the lips and 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 (x3)

Generator

All: the beginning of "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
(In books and magazines)

I think I started 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 (x2)
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 (x2)
Like the blood on my door
Wash me cleand
And I will run
Until I reach the shore
Shore (x3)

Change Of Ideas

Well the sheaves have all been brought
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 wish to admit
What it is we have to lose

Millennia in coming
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're scared we can hide in our reveries
But what we need is a change of ideas
Change of ideas (x2)
What we need now is a change of ideas

Portrait Of Authority

"Portrait of authority"
Let's go

Nothing more, nothing less
An icon on the wall
Decoration and duress
In which many strive to be
It's the marble statue
Standing 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 lifelong fight

The portrait of authority
Portrait of authority
It embodies what he cannot be
Portrait of authority

What he cannot be

The portrait of authority
Portrait of authority

Portrait of authority

What It Is

There's a purpose
And there's a goal
There's virtuos
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 to fit it in
I don't know
What it is

Dream Of Unity

I had a dream
Of unity
Where we would walk
Side by side
But today I see
That itís only me
Just trying to get by

Sometimes we strive
Undeterred
To walk as one
Toward our goals
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 itís only me
Just trying to get by (x2)

Sanity

There's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken
The face is blank but the gears are turning
Confusion
It's a fundamental 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 is 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 fundamental 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 is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing
And sanity it can make you strong
If you believe in sanity

Yeah sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing
And sanity will make you strong
And you believe in sanity

American Jesus

Here's a tune from across the pond
It's called
"American jesus"

I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm a member of a growing populace
We enforced 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 USA
At least the foreigners can copy our morality
They can visit but they cannot stay
Only precious few can garner our prosperity
It makes us walk with renewed confidence
We've got a place to go when we die
And the architect resides right here

We've got the american jesus
Possesses reign that should soon fade
We've got the american jesus
Overwhelming millions every day

He's the farmers barren fields
The force the army wields
The expression in the faces
Of the starving millions
The power of the man
He's the fuel that drives the clan
The motive and the conscience of the murderer
He's the preacher on TV
The false sincerity
The form letters written by the big computers
He's the nuclear bombs
And the kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that he's inside me

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
Possesses reign that should soon fade
We've got the american jesus

One Nation under god (x6)

Do What You Want

Upon an album, we did a while ago, called "Suffer"
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 are breeding apathy
I sit on my ass all god damn 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

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 great 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 and die like a champion

Part III

It's a tune on there called "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 which can't be won
And kills the human race
A show of greed and ignorance
Man's quest for dominance

(x2) 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 slowly burns
A mother holds her dying child
But no one is concerned (x2)

10 in 2010

Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts
Sunbaked pavement encroaches on us
Haves and have-nots together at last
Brutally engaged in mortal combat
10 in 2010 (x2)

What kind of God orchestrates such a thing?
10 in 2010 (x2)
Ten billion people all suffering
10 in 2010 (x2)
Truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed
10 in 2010 (x2)
Forget what you want, scrounge the things you need
10 in 2010 (x4)

Happy and content, it can't happen to you
10 in 2010 (x2)
Fifteen years we'll think of a solution
10 in 2010 (x2)
It won't just appear in one day
10 in 2010 (x2)
For ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way
10 in 2010 (x4)

Like piercing ear darts I heard the news today
10 billion people coming your way
10 in 20 (x2)
10 in 2010

No Direction

This song is called "No direction"

A sullen figure walks along a dusty road
His life was holy and he couldn't bear the load
He left his people and his simple life behind
He raised his torso as he looked into the sky
Shouting his questions, looking for directions
"What do I do now?"

Now a confused schoolgirl stares at the TV tray
The stresses of maturing compound every day
She glances up to see her favorite video
And gets ideas from Courtney's nasty clothes
In need of affection, she craves a direction
Her heroes offer her

Everyone's looking for something
And they assume somebody else knows what it is
No one can live without the decisions of their own
It seems so they look to someone else
To tell them what to be
Tell'em what to wear
Tell'em what to say
Tell'em how to act and think
And compel others compulsively until the world is all like them

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 (x3)

Along The Way

I refuse to abuse what is kind to the fuse
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're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way
Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me
But we'll see each other once more on the path along the way

Recipe For Hate

Can't you feel it and can't you see it
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

Reliving our ancestry
The frightful lack of harmony
Our forefathers 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
It's 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

There's people out there that say I'm no good
Cause I don't believe the 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 but they aren't sorry they've done wrong
They hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone

In the end the good will go to heaven up above
The bad will perish in the depths of hell
How could hell be any worse?
Life alone's a fucking curse
Fuck armageddon, this is hell (x2)
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?

How could hell be any worse?
Frisco is a fucking curse
Fuck armageddon, this is hell (x2)
Can't you see
Fuck armageddon, this is hell
It's hell (x2)
Hell (x12)
Fuck armageddon, this is hell

It's Reciprocal

Harding terms of earthly discontent
A truism's a grind all itís own
Morning makes you know your in a cell
But love is just as pure as you both
Because

Itís reciprocal (x4)

When true love is metaphysical
The notes as we learn to be set
You and me we got a special thing
But I want you to never forget

Itís reciprocal (x4)

Each bedtime I
Stir with regret
Guilty and vain
Hoping for re
Tribution

Charityís immune from my demands
I donít expect a thing from the weak
But you my love are measured and compared
Predisposed to my profane decree

Itís reciprocal (x5)

Struck A Nerve

There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane
And 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 for 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'm 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

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 desperate times upon us
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 follows 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 bout 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 (x3)

Thank you

Tested

Yeah they say thereís a place free of trouble and care
And you have to pass a test for to make it there
It has something to do with the road thatís straight and narrow
And the only way to go it is by being right and thorough
Thereís always one more hill to climb (x2)

Bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven
Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
Guided by subconscious voices as skewed and sharpened
Tested, tested
Oh oh oh

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
Thereís no preparation and no guide
Just what youíve 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 as skewed and sharpened
Tested, tested
Oh oh oh

Acting on will
The test is a reaction
Opening your heart
The test is the emotion
Rolling the dice
The test is the intuity
Burning out your mind
The test is the recovery

You can play by the rules or bend them to your knees
But the test isnít over til you reach your dark eternal sleep
There are no absolutes, no big wheels in the sky
You donít 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 as skewed and sharpened
Tested, tested
Oh oh oh

Tested

No Control

Thank you
We'll do our last song
That one's called
"No control"
Let's go

Culture was the seed of proliferation but it has gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole (x2)
Consciousness has plagued us and we can not shake it
Though we think we're in control (x2)

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

Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can't
Explain why it should slip away (x2)
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day (x2)

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 (x3)
We do not understand
You have no control
You are not in command
We have no control
You have no control
No control (x2)
No control, no control

Thanks a lot
We'll see you next time