Thursday, December 29, 2011

Fastest Kid Alive (Lyrics)




OPERATION FTW
Hello!
Hello you great big crazy world,
Hello!
Hello Guatemala.
Hello Nicaragua.
Hello El Salvador.
Hello Venezuela.
Our interests are your desire,
Hello!
Hello North Korea.
Hello Afghanistan.
Hello Iraq, Iran.
Hello Pakistan.
Just spreading a little friendly fire,
Hello!
Hello Ensenada.
Juarez, Chihuahua.
Hello Tijuana.
Come buy your guns in America.
Come and join our drug war,
Hello!
INSPIRATION
Head in the clouds, a dreamer, they said,
“Figure it out before you’re dead.”
It came across not a question, but a taunt,
“What do you want?”
I want motivation, I want to aspire,
I want the knowledge I desire
To measure up, to inspire.
What have you got?
It’s gotta be more
Than a constitution,
Restitution,
Retribution.
It’s gotta be more
Than an institution,
Mind pollution,
Absolution.
I want to believe in something I can see,
Something I can touch, someone I can be.
I want the freedom that was stolen from me.
What do you want?
I want words like freedom
To carry real weight,
Not something mass-produced,
Served on a plate,
Something earned
That no one can take,
What have you got?
It’s gotta be more
Than instigation
Contemplation,
Reparation.
It’s gotta be more
Than agitation,
A declaration,
An inspiration.
I want to believe in something I can see,
Something I can touch, someone I can be.
I want the freedom that was stolen from me.
What have you got?
I want to believe
I need an inspiration.
WARS AREN’T WON, WARS ARE FOUGHT
Let’s get it out in the open
So the talk can begin.
All wars are acts of terrorism
The agenda is kill again.
So move away,
Move away unknown soldier.
Put your weapon down.
Just refuse,
Just refuse brother soldier.
Put down your weapon and walk away.
Wars aren’t won,
Wars are fought.
I see smoke from buildings burning
I know frustration and pain.
I’ve seen the pounding, marching
The war drum, the daisy chain.
So move away,
Move away brother worker
Put your hammer down.
Just refuse,
Just refuse brother worker.
Our voice is one. We will be heard.
I feel no better now that I’ve tasted war.
I feel no better now that I’ve tasted blood.
Shout it out, shout it out from the rooftops
Let our voice be heard.
Shout it out, shout it out from the rooftops
This is our world, not yours.
ONE NATION, UNDER SIEGE
The tension’s thick, the spring is tight.
There’s nothing left to fight- fight- fight.
I’ve been working, I can tell
It’s going to be a long night in hell.
Drones in line, a single voice.
Limited vision, a single choice.
All good children face the flag
They face the flag just like mom and dad.
America, wake up! Understand
The blood in the ocean, blood on the sand.
Broken arrows, atomic toys,
Toxic reasons and zero boys.
The whole nation’s locked on stun.
Blood on the empire, blood on the sun.
Planet bursting, just out of reach of
A bullet democracy that they teach.
Run on the wheel for days in a daze.
Somatic cheese, we run through the maze.
Good rats, we pat ourselves on the back.
Locked and loaded we wait for the snap.
One nation, under siege.
BABYLON BY BOMB
Liberate
A kiss of death from the west.
Open up the polls,
A clean sweep of this desert mess.
Babylon by bomb.
Kick down the doors
Freedom at any cost
Opportunity knocks
A camp alpha parking lot
Babylon by bomb.
That’s progress today
It’s the American way
Bombs that speak the loudest
Have the final say.
Babylon by bomb.
TOO FAST, TOO LOUD
Reflection from the toys,
Static, and the noise,
Moved past annoys,
Shut up!
Too fast, too loud,
Too fast, shut down.
Don’t know what to do
Don’t know what to do
Don’t know what to do
Too fast, too loud,
Too fast, shut down.
LEARNING TO SWIM
Somebody asked me,
“What makes you tick?”
I thought she was talking about time,
It just didn’t click.
A step out of time,
step out of time,
A step out of sync,
step out of time.
A step out of line,
step out of line.
A step out of sync,
step out of line.
Spent my life navigating
Your social world
Full of rules, and regulations,
Subtle curves, and subtle swirls.
I study your every gesture,
Every tic, and every word.
Just trying to find an anchor
In this sea of absurd.
I’m going to try explaining
What I’m talking about.
Picture a pool full of water
With no sides and no way out.
The cruel joke is no one told you
That you’ll have to swim.
They just tie your hands
Behind your back,
Then they throw you in.
CAN’T CHANGE THE WORLD WITH A SONG
Michael Ess told me when we were just kids
I had my head in the clouds,
That music really didn’t matter and that
My vision, my vision was blurred.
My head got stuck on what he said,
I walked out instead.
The last time I saw my friend
He came back high on Zen.
Just keep believing.
Nothing is wrong.
You can’t change the world
With a song.
Lat time I saw her she was a wreck,
I mean a beautiful mess.
The kind with pinpoint eyes,
Blue skies, and alibis,
Oh my, she taught me to fly
I never asked why.
I had nowhere to go:
She moved too fast,
I moved too slow.
The past is buried where it belongs
In a hole brought back by songs.
For me that’s alright
I ain’t losing sleep at night.
Marc the Red he needed more,
Bought Jesus at the liquor store.
Now we share nothing at all, just
A chequered past and a creepy crawl.
ORANGE CRUSH
Not like you, don’t want to be
Just like you, don’t try to be
Just like you, not like me.
Tearing through it sideways
Clearing out the brush.
Tearing through it my way,
Tearing through Orange Crush.
Butterflies and biker boots
Inside jokes that no one gets
Black hair dye for graying roots,
Roots, boots, and tourniquets.
SERF CITY
High court of disorder decrees
The statute of the sea
Marketing Surf City
For some, but not for thee
Barricade the border
Hide above the hills
Stare down the mighty coast
As you dive into the pills
Take another ride it’s a
Roller coastal thrill
Raise your glasses high and
Celebrate the kill
Come and waste away
The California dream
Is just a wave away
When you own the sea
Slap on a little paste
Got a shirt to sell
To the thickest waist
Can ya dig the money smell?
Council needs a taste
Before they go to hell
Bury Santa Cruz in time
To catch the swell
Barricade the border
Hide above the hills
Stare down the mighty coast
Dive into the pills
Fill another order
It’s a roller coastal thrill
Raise your glasses high
Celebrate the kill
Come and waste away
The California dream
Is just a wave away
If you own the sea
In Serf City, USA
JEFFERSON MEMORIAL DANCE REVOLUTION
If I’ve got a disk, I’m going to spin it.
If I’ve got to risk, I’m going in it.
If I’ve got a wish, I’m going in it.
If I’ve got a disk, I’m going to spin it.
If I can’t dance
Not my revolution
If I can’t dance
Fuck you
You’ve got the power we all know it,
You’ve got the power, you let us know it.
You’ve got control you let us know it.
You’ve got control you let us know it.
It’s in your pocket and we all know it.
You own the courts and we all know it.
You buy elections and we all know it.
You want to dance and we all know it.
TOKYO AU GO GO
Go!
Alcatraz E.R. East Shibuya,
Impact rhyme shot back into ya
Soba hit and run.
Go!
Waka time is anarchy
Now you will sport the Flying V
Tamago hit and run.
Tokyo Go! Go!
NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND
Chew the fat, race to the top.
America, Land of the Free,
That’s none for you, ten for me.
Empty bowls at the poverty line,
Hunger decides, tests define.
It’s hard to read when you live on the street
It’s hard to read when there’s nothing to eat
It’s hard to read when the only trail
Leads from jail. to jail. to jail.
Hopscotch at the poverty line
Arm the kids with food for thought:
Why some have tons while they have naught,
To ask aloud, “Is something wrong?”
No money for school, plenty for bombs.
No child left behind
Give them a pencil and a task
Always listen, never ask
Why the president’s kids go to private schools
Why the rich and poor follow different rules
BRANDED
Outside
We’re locked outside
The mainstream.
Territory marked,
“Empty.”
So empty.
We draw the line,
Piss ourselves.
Branded.
Caged in.
You’re caged in.
Decorate the bars
Outside your cell.
“Splinter.”
You splinter.
Caught like flies
In shit
You can’t rebel.
Branded.
Like cattle.
Branded.
PEACE DON’T COST A THING
Swore the day my brother died one thing,
I’d live my life to beat my drum and scream.
Scream away the sting of life.
Scream away what I despise,
Scream away all things,
Peace don’t cost a thing.
.30- love died in our arms, admit
Shells work for the common good, submit.
These values understood:
The cost of war, the common good.
An Aria for Drums and Scream but
Peace don’t cost a thing.
Destructive minds, you complied,
Set loose the beast that lives inside.
Lashed out, fucked your head,
Inside out, just like I said
I’d break your heart, let it run dry,
Like a saint I didn’t lie.
No turning back,
Can’t turn the page,
We’re locked in this war
Engage.
Feed my rage.
Engage.
(Peace don’t cost a thing.)

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