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Lynchpin
02:14
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Heroes
03:17
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For years I've been attached
To the words they scratched
Too harsh, the beginning
But the screams began to fill me
For years I came closer
To the feelings I hoped for
Refuse the lies they fed
To come back from the edge
You got your fill
waste her away
you couldn't care less, a dying friend
you're really so sick
the wound is too deep
you'll never give it up, tell me for what
The lies that we're told
Are the ones we're sold
The words that we trusted
Rape is dusted
I'm not longing a movement
Trying to show that
The levels we aspire
aren't much higher
Joey's family, the comrades next to him
lie one by one, his luck is running out
Mary wrote back home, almost none listening
the band is fucking laughing, profits from the tour
Mary off to die, for another senseless war
no eyes, no mouth - his victim cries at home
Joey wears the flag, so proud to fight for punks
and for the band, that doesn't give a fuck
I know
The lies we're sold
Scarred for life
scarred for life
you don't give a damn so fuck you too x2
Heroes, Heroes, Fallen Heroes
Heroes, Heroes, Fallen Heroes
Heroes, Heroes, Fallen Heroes
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3. |
Midnight
01:49
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Marching to the caskets
We're never coming back
Watching him silently
While we wait on these train tracks
You wait
For your setting sun to rise
Just wait
It's only minutes to midnight
Watching our friend roll away
He's never coming back
Whited eyes turn to black
As I roll off these train tracks
I am afraid
I won't have the chance to write
We are afraid
It's only minutes to midnight
Darkness flitting down on me
The world was turning black
We found our salvation
In the things that this place lacks
We're wrong to reign
go on despite the fray
I try, I might
It's only minutes to midnight
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Sky green with leaves
We would never trade
Dirt on my palms
Riding ropes we frayed
Slowly, creeping
Struggle to pull a line
The ocean pulls on
The tide of time
[Chorus]
Never stand alone
Together undisturbed
Paint can in hand
Weapons as words
[V2]
We stand creekside
Buzzing in trees above
Chains pull anchors
We've never had enough
Far from right
Still too left
Eye for an eye
I'll be paid by theft
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5. |
Black Marx
03:19
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[V1]
The sound of chaos is arborescent. In our current state we’re only subjects on display. Put on your gas mask! Toe the line, on the tracks. With bodies on the wrong side, how can you trust the facts?
[V2]
The modern slavery is perpetuated by our consumptive nature, the power of the white. Monetize cotton trade, mix with linen. The problem is the same, on the scowling face of Franklin.
[CHORUS]
Civil society
won’t articulate my destiny
Civil society
won’t articulate my destiny
Culture overrun
dismantle the gun
Culture overrun
dismantle the gun
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6. |
Joe Hill's Last Will
03:49
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My will is easy to decide, For there is nothing to divide. My kind don't need to fuss and moan -- "Moss does not cling to a rolling stone." We will sing one song of the children in the mills, They're taken from playgrounds and schools, In tender years made to go the pace that kills, In the sweatshops, 'mong the looms and the spools. Then we'll sing one song of the One Big Union Grand, The hope of the toiler and slave, It's coming fast; it is sweeping sea and land, To the terror of the grafter and the knave. My body? Ah, If I could choose, I would to ashes it reduce, And let the merry breezes blow My dust to where some flowers grow. Then we'll sing one song of the workers' commonwealth, Full of beauty, full of love and health. We will sing one song of the politician sly, He's talking of changing the laws; Election day all the drinks and smokes he'll buy, While he's living from the sweat of your brow. Then we'll sing one song of the girl below the line, She's scorned and despised everywhere, While in their mansions the "keepers" wine and dine From the profits that immoral traffic bear. My body? Ah, If I could choose, I would to ashes it reduce, And let the merry breezes blow My dust to where some flowers grow. Then we'll sing one song of the workers' commonwealth, Full of beauty, full of love and health. Perhaps some fading flower then Would come to life and bloom again. Then we'll sing one song of all our commonwealth, Full of beauty, full of love and health. This is my last and final will.
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7. |
Gadarene
02:39
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[V1]
Wake up in the morning with the same bad feeling
White devil’s just playing the victim
inequity question’s a personal attack
so they react call it non-existent
everyone is a liberal if convenient
banding together, non-white to black
but for food stamps, projects red
fuck them, just get ahead
[V2]
a one legged race you started first
congrats on your two legged record
nobody hates that you’re fastest
just concede you had an advantage
bunch of camo-wearing crassholes
hardcore as your DU-tipped flagpoles
a system of violence, masculinity
the same as you critique
[CHORUS]
Invisible right hand of living bone
draped in white silk, feeds faux resistance
unbeknownst, the cruel left hand
tightens its grip on our existence
[OUTRO]
We will burn the state,
assure it its ashen fate x2
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8. |
Salt City Rockers
02:16
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We’ve grown up against any senseless war. It’s easy to say when we don’t see the bodies line the floor. We’ve made the classic, punks of SLC reproducible; even so, our elements and attachments are irreducible.
Are we produced as punks by suburbia?
[CHORUS]
Just like every single one
this is the best night
stand in it for the beaten
redefine what is right
because if life is a joke
broke and right we all end up
stand in it for the foreign
woah Salt City Rock
You’re either too vegan or not punk enough. Blonde hair long or shaved, studded or Cross-linked cuffs. No bike and no minivan, no collective, no ward. Therefore no solidarity, no sense of support.
SLC punk’s stem we’ve rotted out
specters of the past keep us mid bound
spoken word is decay we are bodies on the page
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