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1. |
Workers
02:38
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You’re working harder
You’re getting nowhere
Your future is a heavy load
In a flimsy paper bag
They talk of justice
They say it’s all fair
While you sit and suffocate
They just wave the flag
Workers of the world unite
Come on now make things right
Don’t listen to a word those liars say
Workers of the world ignite
Come on out and join the fight
Make this ugly world go away
You’ve got religion
You’ve got your T.V.
Your football and your beer
You just sit and stare
But you are bleeding
And you won’t see
They’re hoping by the time you wake up
You’ll be too old to care
Chorus
And it's all true
That guy you’re voting for
Is helping to keep you
Down there on the floor
I’ll tell you honey
His words are just pretend
It’s all about money
And the money is not your friend
Chorus
Workers of the world unite
Come on out and see the light
Don’t listen to The Man every day
Workers of the world ignite
Come on out and show your might
Make this ugly world go away
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2. |
I Quit
01:31
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I hear a lot of talk about
The money that you’re making
We’re giving what we’ve got
You just keep on taking
You’ve got a sneaky smile
We all know you’re faking
I don’t believe one bit
I quit
You know I quit
You’re talking to the team
You say we've got to stay on track
While you’re stuffing all that money
Into your Cadillac
Every time I turn around
A sucker loads another sack
I’m tired of watching it
I quit
You know I quit
You try to be my friend
Down at the beggar’s bash
At night you roll around naked
In a pile of cash
In this world of ours
You are ten feet tall
In a better place I know
It would not matter at all
You go to church each week
And you're praying to your lord
Though the beggars who had nothing
Are the ones he adored
Yeah it’s people like you
Who nailed him to a board
You’re such a hypocrite
I quit
You know I quit
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3. |
Song For The Next War
02:12
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There's a war on the way
Oh, happy day
I can't wait to be shot and killed
There's a war on the way
Oh, happy day
I hear the president is really thrilled
If I am lucky
My face it will be vaporized
By some kind of radioactive flash
A couple kidneys or a lung
Who knows how far they might be flung
To rot with all the bodies in the trash
While the bomb-makers build castles out of cash
There's a war on the way
Oh, happy day
I can't wait to be shot and killed
There's a war on the way
Oh, happy day
Such lovely shades of blood will soon be spilled
You can blame the politicians
You can blame religion
Point as many fingers as you need
But since the Earth's first rising sun
The death and murder has been done
Oh it's been a colorful stampede
Baby, they just love to watch you bleed
There's a war on the way
Oh, happy day
I can't wait to be shot and killed
There's a war on the way
Oh, happy day
The coffins and the graves will soon be filled
Fill them up
Fill them high
Watch'em die
World War I, World War II
World War III, comin' right at you
Cold War, Civil War, Spanish American War
Come and get your body bags
Walmart's got them at the store
Yeah, go and blame someone
Go blame the other guy
Parade around your politics
Don't look the answer in the eye
The ugly naked truth
That we can not resist
To shoot and kill each other
To sneer and make a fist
And there is no god in heaven
Who says we must exist
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4. |
No Help Coming
02:06
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No Help Coming
We've been down this road before
And it never leads far from the door
Comatose from happy lies
And the stupidness of our surprise
And there's no help coming
We've got no help coming
The window to our world is blurred
Your cavalry dead and massacred
And every helping hand is someone's fist
Don't kid yourselves we won't be missed
And there's no help coming
We've got no help coming
Get off the couch
Get off the floor
Bang through a window
Break down a door
You want yours
And you want mine
You better find a light
You better make it shine
Cause there's no help coming
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5. |
My Very Best
01:52
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it is an easy thing
I do not have to try
I only have to think
About the way I feel
As sure as any rain
Comes falling from the sky
I do my very best for you
I do my every best for you
I know sometimes you think
A little bit too much
I know sometimes you are
A little paranoid
But I appreciate
Your special touch
I do my very best for you
I do my every best for you
The sun was warm
And the sky was clear
On that special day
When I promised you
And many years from now
I'll still be standing here
Doing my very best for you
Doing my very best for you
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6. |
Boat Going Down
01:33
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The captain said
Don't look ahead
Don't look ahead,
The captain said
Se we had a party
Out on the main deck
Dancing and drinking
Under the stars
And all around there was a boat going down
There was a boat going down all around
Boat going down all around
All around there was a boat going down
The captain yelled
Hey what the hell?
Hey what the hell
The captain yelled
While you've been drinking
And while you've been dancing
The water is rising
And we're all gonna drown
Chorus
The captain grabbed a life boat
I'd really like to stay
But I have something else to do
And it's kind of far away
Chorus
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7. |
Watching You
02:03
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The guy next door to me
They just moved in I’m wondering
What kind of folks they’ll be
I must be sharp can’t miss the mark
Cause I watch my TV
All thru the night I know what’s right
At each opportunity
I’ll stay alert right through dessert
And find the enemy
Are you an American?
Are you an American?
Are you an American?
I am watching you
The guy who lives next door
I wonder if he made it here
From some foreign shore
I hear that he might even own
A convenience store
He does not watch the NFL
Does not let out a roar
Every time his favorite team
Manages to score
Chorus
I have to keep a lookout
For people who might trample
On our values and beliefs
I lead by fine example
My god he is the right one
My language is the best
My flag is always flying high
My brand of beer is blessed
The guy who lives right there
His wife she wears such funny clothes
And puts strange things in her hair
I see it all the time while I
Am sitting in my chair
I watch them with a telescope
Hey, it’s only fair
I wonder if they’re acting right
When they’re naked and bare
Chorus
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8. |
Organized Religion
01:39
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When I was young
I believed the words
Coming from your tongue
But now I see so clear
Your road to ruin
Is not welcome here
It feels so good
When I make it understood
Get out get out
Get out of my house
Get out get out
Get out of here
Get out get out
Get out of my life
Get out get out
Disappear
Keep your beads and your rings
Your carnival kisses
Your stud that sings
Keep your tricks and your lies
Your vision of truth
With two closed eyes
Chorus
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9. |
Juggernaut
02:33
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You think you’ve built a juggernaut
So proud of all these guns you’ve brought
You stamp your feet and beat your chest
The animals are so impressed
So happy with your juggernaut
So happy with your juggernaut
You ride around on your white whale
With bumper stickers on his tale
Can’t let the slogans get too stale
When your whole world’s up for sale
So happy with your juggernaut
So happy with your juggernaut
Such a thrill, juggernaut
Its fun to kill, juggernaut
You like to push people around
You talk so loud, you love the sound
You do not hear the warning calls
Far from your flags and shopping malls
So happy with your juggernaut
So happy with your juggernaut
Such a thrill juggernaut
Its fun to kill juggernaut
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10. |
Fighting For Freedom
02:09
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Fighting for freedom
Is a good thing
Freedom is where it's at
Fighting for freedom
Let it ring
But are you fighting for that?
The people who want to send you to war
Are talking so tough on TV
When it was their turn to go
They were hiding away
Crying "hey don't shoot at me"
Chorus
The people who say they love freedom
They watch every word that you say
You better think what you should
You better know what is good
Or they'll be coming to take you away
Chorus
Freedom of choice
To hear only one voice
You want freedom of choice
To hear only one voice
Freedom of choice
To hear only one voice
Freedom of choice
You love the sound of your voice
Sometime those who love freedom
Are the people with no one to shoot
Sometimes being a patriot means
You do not stand and salute
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11. |
Lots Of Sex
01:53
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I’m having lots of sex
I’m doing it every day
I’m having lots of sex
I’m putting every bit on display
I’m in all the papers and the news
Light my fire, come on feel my fuse
If you do not hurry, kids
You might lose
I’m having lots of sex
I’m doing it every night
I’m having lots of sex
Kiss me, honey
I know that you might
Don’t you with that you could do it too?
All you need is everything that’s new
All you need's the latest brand
Of shampoo
I’m having lots of sex
I’m beautiful and I’m bold
I’m having lots of sex
Cause I always buy whatever I’m told
Come on baby
Join the scene
Cosmopolitan magazine
Says you're liberated like a dream
If you fix your face
With wrinkle cream
Aging is so bad for you
I’m getting a lot
And you’re not
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12. |
Smashed Up Cadillac
01:57
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Smashed Up Cadillac
Smashed up Cadillac
Riding around our town
Smashed up Cadillac
No way to slow him down
He bought himself a big car
With a trust fund account
Now the whole town is in terror
As the losses start to mount
Ran over a couple of cats and kids
And some personal property
When they’ve all been crushed and killed
Then they will be free
Smashed up Cadillac
Riding around our town
Smashed up Cadillac
No way to slow him down
He’s feeling bad
He's feeling tough
Can’t wait to run over
All your stuff
He’s feeling like a man who's born
To love the sound of his own horn
He’s feeling bad
He's feeling good
Dead bodies scattered across his hood
He’s feeling like a man who’s sure
His accidents are always pure
He’s got flags and bumper stickers
And a god who's on his side
He’s got million dollar donors
And volunteers who’ve died
He’s swigging and he’s swaggering
He’s burning lots of gas
He's wondering why everyone
Wants to kick his ass
Smashed up Cadillac
Riding around your town
Smashed up Cadillac
One day he will break down
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13. |
Television
02:52
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Where was the world
Before they made you king?
With all your pretty pictures
No book can ever bring
Somehow it always seems
It does not mean a thing
Does not mean a thing
You ruin everything you touch
You ruin everything you touch
All the time, everywhere, too much
You ruin everything you touch
You've got a way
A certain kind of sense
Poetry predictable
It never gets too dense
And every little bit of sound
So perfectly condensed
Perfectly condensed
You ruin everything you touch
You ruin everything you touch
All the time, everywhere, too much
You ruin everything you touch
You ruin everything
You ruin everything
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14. |
Song For A Musician
02:23
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Playing for a dead room
Maybe three people to clap
Three kinds of beer
Not a single one is on tap
And I wish you were here
Yeah I wish you were here
Wish you were hear
Playing all night long
Wish you were here
Where you belong
Singing a song
No one mopped the floor
Or washed the glasses last night
Took a lot of trying
To get the PA to sound right
Chorus
Now upstairs people are smoking
And everyone's your friend
The music keeps on playing
Until the end
People start leaving
Heading for places unknown
Someone plays the piano
There's a crazy man on the trombone
Chorus
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