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All You Fascists
01:45
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I’m gonna tell you fascists
You may be surprised
The people in this world
Are getting organized
You’re bound to lose
You fascists bound to lose
All of you fascists bound to lose:
All of you fascists bound to lose:
All of you fascists bound to lose:
You’re bound to lose! You fascists:
Bound to lose!
People of every nation
Marching side to side
Marching ‘cross these fields
Where a million fascists died
You’re bound to lose
You fascists bound to lose!
All of you fascists bound to lose:
All of you fascists bound to lose:
All of you fascists bound to lose:
You’re bound to lose! You fascists:
Bound to lose!
All of you fascists bound to lose:
All of you fascists bound to lose:
All of you fascists bound to lose:
You’re bound to lose! You fascists:
Bound to lose!
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"Beach Haven ain't my home,
no, I just can't pay this rent.
My money's down the drain,
and my soul is badly bent.
You say Beach Haven's heaven
when no black ones come to roam.
No no no, Old Man Trump,
Beach Haven ain't my home."
Well, the son of Old Man Trump
took his daddy's million bucks,
Built himself a shiny tower
on the backs of immigrants.
He bankrupted casinos,
he'll never see a dime from me, though,
Oh no no, Old Man Trump,
Trump Tower ain't my home.
Well, Old Man Trump looked out one day
from his golden tower high
He fixed his gaze upon the one House
not even he could buy.
A black man in the White House
was more than Old Man Trump could stand
So so so, Old Man Trump
devised a wicked plan.
Old Man Trump went on TV
and called the President a fraud.
The poor white folks responded
like a whistle to a dog
Then Old Man Trump decided
he was the man for the job.
And the crowds all gathered 'round for
that old con man demagogue.
Old Man Trump buys politicians
Old Man Trump despises women
Old Man Trump is just a villain
from reality television (reality TV!)
Old Man Trump's shifting positions
with the bile his mouth is spittin'
No no no, Old Man Trump,
You will never be my home.
I suppose
Old Man Trump knows
how much racial hate
he's exposed
when he re-drew
those color lines
But this land is yours
and it is mine.
It's yours and mine.
Old Man Trump is not our home,
no, we just can't pay that rent.
Our money's down the drain,
and our soul is badly bent, but
to Make America Hate Again
where no brown folks call their home
No no no, Donald Trump,
You'll never ever get my vote!
So the struggle, it continues
against the fat cats and the snakes,
the gangsters who would rob the world
Ol' Trump and all his hate.
But we heed the warning written,
scrawled on Woody's old guitar:
Because "This machine kills fascists,"
and that's what you fucking are.
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World Leader Pretend
03:15
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I sit at my table and wage war on myself
It seems like it's all, it's all for nothing
I know the barricades and I know the mortar in the wall breaks
I recognize the weapons, I've used them well
This is my mistake, let me make it good
I raised the wall and I will be the one to knock it down
I've a rich understanding of my finest defenses
I proclaim that claims are left unstated, I demand a rematch
I decree a stalemate, I divine my deeper motives
I recognize the weapons, I've practiced them well
I fitted them myself
It's amazing what devices you can sympathize (Empathize)
This is my mistake, let me make it good
I raised the wall and I will be the one to knock it down
Reach out for me and hold me tight
Hold that memory, let my machine talk to me
Let my machine talk to me
This is my world and I am the World Leader Pretend
This is my life and this is my time
I have been given the freedom to do as I see fit
It's high time I raised the walls that I've constructed
It's amazing what devices you can sympathize (Empathize)
This is my mistake, let me make it good
I raised the wall and I will be the one to knock it down
You fill in the mortar, you fill in the harmony
You fill in the mortar, I raised the wall
And I'm the only one, I will be the one to knock it down
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4. |
Everybody Knows
04:03
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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a term or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows
And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Mar-a-lago
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
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Uh-merica
02:50
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Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one
Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic, with a very fuzzy feeling
Ohh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Ohh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Oh, we're born alone and we're covered by m-m-m-mother's kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Ohh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
One more time
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
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In the End You Will Lose
02:55
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Just pluck
out my eyes
Yes, it was
a surprise
The month
started right
Then I was
paralyzed
You lied, you won
What have we done?
We set into place
the end of the race
No, I won't roll
while I still have a soul
Prepare for the battle royale
You have your Klan
with your heads in the sand
You won't know what hit you
Yes, in the end you will lose
(yes, in the end you will lose)
You
with your lies
and your crimes
and your hate
It’s not just
all of us
Who are count-
ing the days
Time’s up, you’re fucked
you’re out of luck
You gained the whole world
But lost your own soul
No, I won't play
your gaslighting games
What goes around comes around
You had your time
it’s the end of the line
What are you gonna do?
Yes, in the end you will lose.
When the time comes to pass
in your tower of glass
and nobody’s left by your side
Then, at the end,
when Death’s taking your hand
and His time comes to choose,
Yes, in the end you will lose
(yes, in the end you will lose)
Yes, in the end you will lose.
(all of you fascists will lose)
Yes, in the end you will lose.
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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows
And everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah, give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
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Middle Class Joe Austin, Texas
Chris & Cam met on Oct 3 2000 at Casper College, forming their first band Zapruder in their dorm room almost immediately. Zapruder mostly played in friend Jada's grandma's basement. Zapruder ended when Chris left for UT Austin, but Chris & Cam continued to write & record music remotely for years as Nineteen Cent Feast, releasing their debut EP in 2009. 19¢F was reborn as Middle Class Joe in 2016. ... more
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