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Profiteers
04:39
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Profiteers
You've really had a record year
Privateer
Our basic needs built your career
Cavalier
"We had to raises prices, fake tear" FUCK YOU
And all your landlord crew
Shareholders sing
And you dance the tune
To regulation
You seem quite immune
I'd like to see your head
Festooning a stake
You corporate leech
You overstuffed snake
Profiteers…x8 (16?)
You’re making record profits
You grin while we all bear it
You’ve bought up the first world
Damn right you’ll never share it
I’m going to burn your fortune
I’m going to burn your future
I’m going to burn your fortune
I’m going to fuck your future!
Profiteers
Musicians must supply own gear
Racketeer
We played 12 songs, you pay in beer
Insincere
"We'll have great gigs for you next year" FUCK YOU
And the "industry" too
Shareholders sing
And you dance the tune
To regulation
You seem quite immune
I'd like to see your whole
Family in jail
You swindler prince
You trust-funded whale
Profiteers…x8 (16?)
You’re making record profits
You grin while we all bear it
You’ve bought up the first world
Damn right you’ll never share it
I’m going to burn your fortune
I’m going to burn your future
I’m going to burn your fortune
I’m going to fuck your future!
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Diplomat Motel
02:59
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What’s going down at the Diplomat Motel?
Who knows the secrets, and why won’t they tell?
Will anyone answer that incessant bell?
Diplomat Motel…what the hell?
Heiresses and sly bellhops
Fallen priests and crooked cops
Meet where vacancies are high and chances are slim
Pez dispensers full of lead
Cocaine sewn into the beds
So many neon lights are out the sign just says “DIM”
What’s going down at the Diplomat Motel?
Who knows the secrets, and why won’t they tell?
Will anyone answer that incessant bell?
Diplomat Motel…what the hell?
Clocks are twelve years out of sync
Better tell time by the pimps
All the dirty parts are underlined in the bibles
Senators and movie stars
Pass through leaving bourbon scars
Where life is cheap and wifi’s unreliable
What’s going down at the Diplomat Motel?
Who knows the secrets, and why won’t they tell?
Will anyone answer that incessant bell?
Diplomat Motel…what the hell?
Instrumental bridge, then key change
Who’s getting screwed at the Diplomat Motel?
What on earth could give the radiator that smell?
A 12 carat diamond with 12 gauge clientele
Twenty dollar ticket to the 8th ring of hell
At least the pillows come with those free caramels
Diplomat Motel…what the hell?
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Zombified!
02:54
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Smoke, spreading the pathogen
Cursed, 9 million breath it in
Who built that factory on the burial mound?
For the graves that remember the Sioux
From the plains that were stolen from you
Blows apocalypse long overdue
Zombified!
Walls, can’t hold the dead at bay
Guns, can’t blow the guilt away
The ghosts dance as the living dead spread like seeds
For the graves that remember the Sioux
From the plains that were stolen from you
Blows apocalypse long overdue
Zombified!
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4. |
Photogenic Memory
03:19
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Every silver sucker's got a golden age
A time when they didn't feel like a dog caged
When men were men and wars were won
And every day had twenty-three hours of sun
But if you went and took a trip on down
You'd find you're now allergic to your hometown
And the cracks in the sidewalk and the sleepers in doors
Are just a little harder to forget and ignore
Photogenic memory - doesn't ring true
Is it the year you miss or is it younger you?
Photogenic memory - pictures a lie
Everything looks clearer in your own mind's eye
Every single sucker’s got a golden girl
Made him feel like he was the king of the world
Tied you up in knots, threw away the key
Sent your heart racing to a lover’s Grand Prix
But if you read between the lines of those scented love letters
Fear was the only thing that tied you together
And the passion dried up like your heart was congealed
Til all that was good had been completely concealed
Photogenic memory - doesn't ring true
Is it the girl you miss or is it younger you?
Photogenic memory - pictures a lie
Everything looks clearer in your own mind's eye
Don't forget the pit when you remember the peach
Don't forget the crowds when you remember the beach
Don't forget the smoke when you remember the fire
Don’t forget the sharps when you remember the choir
Don’t forget the nights when you remember the days
Don’t forget the crash when you remember the haze
Memory is nothing but a shattered lens
That could make lemonade from the world’s end!
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5. |
The Fishers
03:10
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On a grey, rainy day, November
Orphan bride, homicide, washes up
On the banks, we'll give thanks, anyway
Assabet, churns and frets, as we dine
County sheriff, he's heir of, his dad's beat
Stops on by, has some pie, asks a few
Q's about, whereabouts, on the day
He won't probe, food to go, take a plate
Oooooooo, your charity
Oooooooo, won't set you free
Son in law, has his flaws, but he's a
Part of us, sacred trust, keep it shut
Stack some stones, where her bones, drifted on
Enshrine her, forever, for a week
As you rest, full and blessed, safe and dry
Fishers scream, from her dreams, in deep woods
They will hunt, your young sons, until her
Debt is paid, wat'ry grave, happy feast!
Oooooooo, your charity
Oooooooo, won't set you free
Assabet is hungry, Assabet is fed
Assabet is hungry, Assabet is fed
Assabet is hungry, Assabet is fed
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6. |
Under the Gun
02:45
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I’m a bounty hunter
Feared by cutthroats and kings
Whenever the red phone rings
You know I got your number
Finding me’s a hazard
Fighting me’s a sentence
Death is my apprentice
Fortune is my master
Chorus - There is no place left for you to hide out
You thought you could prey on
The vacant and the weak
But you just wet your beak
In a live volcano
I will hunt you from dawn
To the cool of midnight
Life is cheap in my sights
When you’re finally locked on
Chorus - There is no place left for you to hide out
Come real near, let me savor your fear, salt to flavor your tears, drink them in
You had run, like an elk from a gun, public enemy one, thought you’d win
All your crimes, are reflected to life, in the shine of my knife, closing in
I am fire, goddess of true vengeance, sinner’s last recompense, pull the pin
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Lemon Knife Chicago, Illinois
Distorted hard rock duo from Chicago making songs with the killer riffs of classic rock but the energy of classic punk.
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