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Malathion
01:34
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Breathe deep, and be still
Said the man behind the man
Don’t waste one drop
This mixture is medicine
For a sickness named nothing
And an ailment called
the bottom line.
Breathe deep and don’t resist
Your neighborhood is my petri dish
I prophesize your paralysis, I project prolific profit
Let’s televise and simulcast
Your immaculate vivisection
Let’s turn protestations
Into an increase in overhead
Your young one’s malady
Just increased my fucking pension
If you cross me my legions will
Poison everything you love.
I prophesize your paralysis, I project prolific profit
Pay no attention to that low flying plane
Pay no attention to that acidic rain,
Those tumors twinkle like stars in the sky
Your loved one’s chronic pain
Just bought me a McMansion in Maine.
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Jihadi Voltron
02:09
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A hundred hands and fifty thieves
Carve the corpse of old world decadence
A new world born from 16 million dead
A new order formed from mechanized dread
In the trenches we sang under blankets of gas
On the front we dance in clouds of leaden locusts
In the skies we dropped the afterlife on the innocent down below
We broke the hand of Damocles and punched Apollo in the throat
A sharpened sword above their heads hangs there by the thinnest thread
They snatched a scimitar from the mouth of Mehmed
As interlopers starved the children of Ba’al
They shattered the dreams of a thousand genies and
Dismembered the body of Ra
And an endless line of despots kneel and suckle upon the beast
They squirm with lust and squeal with glee
As their mouths are blackened by the feast
The children of Cain have returned home
The spoils of plunder prop up the throne
A sharpened sword above their heads hangs there by the thinnest thread
They cut off the head and the body grew another They cut off the cut off the hands and the body grew claws
They removed its fangs and sabers grew in their place
They shot off the face and a projection took its place
Then a voice like no other sang a song of war upon war
Cubed then squared and fought forevermore
From a gaping mouth that consumes all the body craves
A waiting grave for the phony tough and the crazy brave
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My Lai My Thai
02:49
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They sent my son to Son Mi,
They said he come back whole
They gave him a uniform and a gun
and they privatized his soul
Now he’s murdering the old and young,
He burns the bodies when he’s done
He’d rather kill a gook than write a letter home
Sippin’ on a quagmire cocktail
He mixes death with pleasure,
He pours out white hot lead,
He stalks them in the jungle and puts bullets in their heads
At home he is hailed a hero by the men that sent him to fight
At home we make war movies that glorify his plight
Sippin’ on a quagmire cocktail
At home he’s having sleepless nights and
Nightmares during the day
The doctors give him tons of pills but the visions won’t go away
And his madness is then digitized so little kids can play along
And numb their mind to the horrors of war
That they’ll fight in Afghanistan
Sippin’ on a quagmire cocktail
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Iron Fist
02:52
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