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Scene Saver
When did we stop caring about quality?
When did we settle for inferiority?
When will we admit that punk's nearly dead?
And will it ever get through your thick head?
-Chorus-
*SOS-Save our Scene!
Everybody's trying to be,
An epigone of punk rock from the 80's.
Not willing to take a chance,
As long as the kids can all slam dance.
And we're living in some turbulent times,
Between war, religion, and corporate crime.
But all you care about is getting drunk,
Cause that's your definition of punk,
Well, fuck you.
I'm not settling for this emo-shit no more,
When over 30% of the country is poor.
We gotta take a chance, man, this genre's unique.
So let's not settle for mediocrity.
-Chorus-
This scene's a responsibility.
This scene's a responsibility.
This scene's a responsibility.
Don't fuck it up!
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Rachel's Song
The Gaza Strip's a long way from Washington, dear,
And they don't think the same as we do over here.
But injustice is injustice no matter where,
And she knew she had a job to do... I wish I could have the nerve, to do what she did on that day,
I wish I could stand up to anything, no matter what it was that I faced.
And no one ever said that life was fair, I never believed that train of thought,
But on March 16th, 2003, I learned that it was definitely not.
And this one is for Rachel, and Palestine too,
This song goes out to all of you.
Joe Hill and Martin Luther King,
Together we'll remember and always sing...
-Chorus-
*The whole world is watching (The people, united)
*Solidarity forever (Will never be divided)
*Who's Streets? (Our Streets!)
*Who's Life? (Our Life!)
*Who's Grief (Our Grief!)
*Take Control (TONIGHT!)
Some people still don't understand, why you stood in their way,
But they're the ones who don't do a thing, and always have something to say.
And there's too many people left in this world, with their eyes so tightly shut,
But if you've taught us anything it's that we should never give up!
And this one is for Rachel, and Palestine too,
This one goes out to all of you.
Joe Hill and Martin Luther King,
Together we'll remember and always sing... -Chorus-
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Pipe Dream
What makes you think that things have changed?
We're not pawns in your god damn game!
What makes you think you're reaching out?
Have you forgotten what it's all about?
What happened to the DIY?
What happened to keeping a vigilant eye?
What happened to preserving the scene?
I BLAME THE FUCKING AMERICAN DREAM!
-Chorus-
*Fuck the mainstream (It's another pipe dream) x3
*Don't be a wheel in its machine.
You say you wanna spread the word,
But there's a reason punk is seldom heard.
There's so many people who don't want to think,
In the sea of conformity, you're bound to sink.
They edit out anything they don't wanna hear,
When you sign your contract they'll make that clear.
And they'll never treat you with the respect,
The underground would allow you to get!
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Negative Utopia
-Chorus-
*Sometimes everything's perfect,
*When everything is all fucked up,
*But we keep on trudging through,
*In a negative utopia...
There's a hill at the edge of town, and sometimes on a summer night,
The stars are out and below the city sleeps.
There's a house in the projects, where the lights never go out,
Over her fallen child, a single mother weeps.
There's a car in the parking lot, with all it's windows steamed,
And the kids inside finally know what love means.
There's a guy in the hotel door, with a gun to his own head,
In the twilight, it's a beautifully tragic scene.
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There's a girl all alone in her room, and it's the only place she feels safe,
A floor below her parents yell and scream and hate.
There's two boys by the liquor store, and they look up at the sky,
They want nothing more than to someday get away.
There's a train down at the station, and its slowly starts to run,
The urban lullaby is its gentle hum.
There's a man outside city hall, smoking a cigarette,
He knows his time has come, but he won't give up yet.
-Chorus-
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Rich Kid Romp (Version 2.0)
Sorry folks, my dad's a civil engineer,
So there's no anarcho rebellion here.
I live at home with an acre of land,
But I thought all property was theft?
-Chorus-
*This is the rich kid romp.
*I bet you're all rich kids too!
*So wring out your bleeding hearts,
*And we'll sing this little song to you.
David likes to think he contributes to the left, a lot.
But he likes Microsoft and used to trade la lot of stock.
Bassam's a spoiled little rich kid too,
But that's probably something you already knew.
-Chorus-
Casey works all day and struggles just to make it through,
I guess this don't apply to him, but I'm sure he'll sellout soon,
Sign to Warner Brothers with a heavy metal band,
And tour with Slayer-knock offs across many foreign lands.
-Chorus-
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Praying Mantis
Everything we've done, is a product of some origin,
Everything we do, is predetermined, too.
I don't need a god, to show me right from wrong,
Don't need a religious clique, cause theology makes me fucking sick,
I don't want your prayers, if you don't like it, just don't care.
So fed up with the lies, cause nothing happens when you die. I'm not a praying mantis, won't live my life in a pose,
When I die and nothing happens, at least I lived the life I chose.
So bow down to your statue, of humble purity,
You can try to save yourself, but don't try to save me.
(Repeat first verse)
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Neo-Reaganomics Is A Broken Window, A Stolen DVD Player, And More Fat Useless Cops On The Beat
She looks thirty-five but she's really twenty-two,
And she's not quite sure what the hell she's gonna do.
She finds herself working sixty hours a week,
But it's still not enough to make ends meet... See, she has a little boy who's just turning four,
So conservatives cry, "Immoral Whore."
But the pot's calling the kettle black,
Cause they wanna take her assistance back.
And what does that portray to our youth?
That with minimum wage they'll just have to make due,
And the news polls show that there's a surge in crime,
Consistant with the unemployment line. *So let's go down to the rich part of town,
*We'll light it all up and we'll burn it all down.
*Then we'll take to the city heights,
*There's gonna be a riot tonight,
*Let's go! Twelve years later that boy left school,
He was sick of playing by society's rules.
He doesn't know why he should break his back,
When the government don't cut him no slack.
And so he turned to a life of crime.
He got shot twice and now he's doing time.
Now every day he see's the prison overflow,
As a thousand more jobs go down to Mexico.
*chorus*
*chorus*
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