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Renter SOS
03:10
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50 hours of work, another ten on the bus
looks like we're gonna have to add another ten more.
Every year or so we get priced out
have to move further out to the east or north.
Same job, same wage, same bills getting paid
the only thing that's changing is the landlord's income.
Here we are again on the run
lamenting another neighborhood gone.
So tell me where do we go now!
Well I guess...
at least we're better off than those getting the demolition notices
clearing the way for the yuppie playground.
And I hope those bastards enjoy their Salt & Straw because I'd rather salt the earth
then let them continue to take our homes from us.
We can't afford the heating bill so gonna have to make our own.
Light up the city with the burning condos.
Luxury homes just means premium fire wood.
Make angels in the ashes and look up at the glow.
Set the sky aglow. Set the sky aglow.
Pack up, move out, find a new hideout
for a couple of years or you could just stop running.
Thirty day notice to find a new place to live.
I'd rather thirty days to plot my revenge!
Now tell me what did you expect!?
Because in all honesty...
if it's too much to ask for you to let us afford a place to lay our heads,
we can't feel guilty about what comes next.
And while you're away at Burning man, we're gonna burn your crap, man
hand out some no cause evictions of our own.
We can't afford the heating bill so gonna have to make our own.
Light up the city with the burning condos.
Luxury homes just means premium fire wood.
Make angels in the ashes and look up at the glow.
Renter SOS Renter SOS
Renter SOS Where do we go!
Renter SOS Renter SOS
Renter SOS There's nowhere left to go!
Renter SOS Renter SOS
Gotta burn burn burn burn the condos!
Renter SOS Renter SOS
Gotta burn burn burn burn them all down!
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I tell ya, boy
03:33
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Here we stand yet again at the intersection of survival and trying to give a shit
As the state surrounds us, with every step we take we trip another snake in the grass
Abusive monsters within the movement always seem to find champions
amongst the powerful men who happen to look just like them
I tell ya boy you gotta kill the cop inside your head before we're gonna show
Up until that point we'll be hiding out sticking to those we trust and know
Another boring class reductionist dinosaur hoarding social capital
only going to bat for sociopaths and assholes
And I say no!
I'd rather go it alone
I'd rather go it alone
I'd rather go it alone
Then have to work with you!
I'd rather go it alone
I'd rather go it alone
I'd rather go it alone
Then march next to you!
No surprise that oppressive dynamics exist just as much within as they do without
If you dare to speak up prepare then to be ostracized, to be forced out
by those whose idea of revolution begins and ends with the white male working class
As a parting gift throw a couple bricks through the glass
I tell ya boy you gotta kill the cop inside your head before we're gonna show
Up until that point we'll be hiding out sticking to those we trust and know
Another boring class reductionist dinosaur hoarding social capital
only going to bat for sociopaths and assholes
And I say no!
I'd rather go it alone
I'd rather go it alone
I'd rather go it alone
Then have to work with you!
I'd rather go it alone
I'd rather go it alone
I'd rather go it alone
Then march next to you!
No! I'd rather go it alone!
No! I'd rather go it alone!
No! Rather go it alone then have to work with you!
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It's Friday night so what's the plan so tomorrow night we can do it all again
I've got the next two days off and for those who don't well I guess it's their loss
Cause I don't think I've ever been so damned happy to see a summer sunset glow
I've got a beer, you've got a bowl, we've still got two hours to make it to the show
Hear my rage blasting on the stereo
To tell the truth, I never wanted anything more
Insurrection starts on the dance floor
To tell the truth, I never wanted anything more
Anything more on my stereo
Anything more on the dance floor
Revvolution starts on the dance floor, insurrection ain't recorded in no studio
We're the kind that gets turned on by the offbeat, change the world if we just kept the energy
And I don't think you've ever looked so damned good as when you've got that riot rag on
I may be drunk but your stoned, we can dance all night until the morning comes
Hear my rage blasting on the stereo
To tell the truth, I never wanted anything more
Insurrection starts on the dance floor
To tell the truth, I never wanted anything more
Anything more on my stereo
Anything more on the dance floor
Anything more on my stereo
Anything more on the dance floor
On my stereo!
On the dance floor!
On my stereo!
On the dance floor!
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4. |
Sorry
02:29
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This morning I woke up
and saw that I missed your call
but I had gone to bed early
and turned my ringer off
Oh I'm sorry sorry I'm sorry sorry
That I, I didn't show last night
I listened to your message
about people claiming the street
but I was truly exhausted
and had gone fast asleep
Oh I'm sorry sorry I'm sorry sorry
That I, I didn't show last night
Yeah, I watched the news footage
of bully cops being cops
Now I really regret
that I didn't stay up
Oh I'm sorry sorry I'm sorry sorry
That I, I didn't show last night
I didn't show last night
I didn't show last night
I didn't show last night
I didn't show last night
I didn't show last night
I didn't show last night
I didn't show last night
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