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I've never met an animal
I've never had a friend
And I've never looked inside the wall
But now I'll come again
What are you?
Are you a ghost?
No, you're clearly alive…
You've got hands, you've got feet
And you've been talkin talkin talkin
What are you?
Are you a rat?
No, you clearly understand
Holy shit, what the fuck are you?
I'm in a bit of trouble
Cause i think everyone knows
Now we're getting tons of visitors
That keep turning to stone
Where are you?
Are you dead?
Said the city's got his head
But i guess things aren't the same
Cause we've gotta move ahead
Now my wall's just calm...
And I'll stay up in my bed
And pretend that after all you've faked your death
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Apathy Song
01:17
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I haven't left the bed in weeks
And my sheets, they probably reek
And I'm scared my roommates will find out
And i'm scared that they might kick me out
I haven't brushed my teeth in weeks
I keep hurting my feet
I keep ruining my body
I'm ruining my only body
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Blue Lives Don't Matter
01:52
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Blue lives don’t matter
Because they don’t exist.
It’s a job, it’s a choice
To protect the fascists
You weren’t born a cop,
You chose to be a pawn
You chose to enforce corrupt laws
Blue lives don’t matter
Because it’s a career
You studied really hard
Went to school for a whole year
You graduated top of your class
Now you’re a certified jackass
Stop pretending like you’re oppressed
When you spray us on the streets
And treat us like we’re possessed, now
Stop pretending like you’re oppressed
When you come to work in your sunday’s best
Blue lives don’t matter
All cops are bastards
You’re kindness won’t matter
You still follow the orders
Blue lives don’t matter
All cops are bastards
You don’t really care about what’s right.
Stop pretending like you’re oppressed
When you spray us on the streets
And treat us like we’re possessed, now
Stop pretending like you’re oppressed
When you come to work in your sunday’s best
No justice no peace!
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Drink Up
01:29
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Drink Up (Break)
Drink Up (Break)
Drink Up (Break)
Hold your Breath.
Drink Up (Break)
Drink Up (Break)
Drink Up (Break)
Hold your Breath.
I don't think that I can feel
anything after this touch...
Is there anything?
Is there anything there?
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Hyena 1
03:06
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I'm leaving now.
It's stuck inside, can't let it out…
I want to feel what I've given you.
To give it back and hold it close without letting go...
But I have to now, and I'm sorry.
I'm letting go.
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Hyena 2
05:19
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I'm leaving now.
It's stuck inside, can't let it out…
I want to feel what I've given you.
To give it back and hold it close without letting go...
But I have to now, and I'm sorry.
I'm letting go.
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No Improvement
00:45
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You serious? You're living in a loop.
Break out or else things will get worse.
Things can and will get worse.
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Proud Boy Song 1
00:42
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How could you call that a life?
Tryna strip away our rights?
Taking down the journalists
Voicing white supremacists
Proud boys marching through the streets
Armed with guns and the police
Where’s the line you said we crossed
That you haven’t stepped passed yourself?
You don’t know me
You don’t know me
Call yourself a patriot
You stupid fucking piece of shit
Tell me how to fuckin fight
Which protest is fuckin right?
Keep on sucking donald’s dick
Keep on shitting on the sick
It’s clear you’re gonna kill yourself
You’re movement can’t support itself
You are nothing
You are nothing
Stupid fascist.
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Proud Boy Song 2
00:40
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How could you call that a life?
Tryna strip away our rights?
Taking down the journalists
Voicing white supremacists
Proud boys marching through the streets
Armed with guns and the police
Where’s the line you said we crossed
That you haven’t stepped passed yourself?
You don’t know me
You don’t know me
Call yourself a patriot
You stupid fucking piece of shit
Tell me how to fuckin fight
Which protest is fuckin right?
Keep on sucking donald’s dick
Keep on shitting on the sick
It’s clear you’re gonna kill yourself
You’re movement can’t support itself
You are nothing
You are nothing
Stupid fascist.
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The second hardest thing in the morning
Is getting outta bed
And i wish that i could get with someone
Outside of my head
And you know i have no will
So what the hell is stopping me
Cause now all that i wanna do Is
Fuck a mother fucking cop
Revolt!
There will be no more limousines
Revolt!
There'll be no more strawberries and cream
They said to fuck the cops
so i did
Now I don't know which is more confused…
Is it my politics or my dick?
Nothing screams ACAB like stickin
My dick to the man
So together chant "No Justice"
Dick to dick! Hand in hand!
Revolt!
There will be no more limousines
Revolt!
There'll be no more strawberries and cream
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Violent resistance, damaging their property
Never submissive, no respect for authority
In the middle of the night, black flags high
We crossed barbed wire and met on the other side
The horror we saw inside, only our compassion guided us
Prisoners no more we said, and smashed in their cages
And if they come after us, this is what I’ll say
Over my dead body, I’d rather die today
But first I’ll tell you I love you and say farewell to my friends
When I fell dead on the floor, I fell on my own demands
This was the night, The night I met my fate
But I stood my head up high, Executed by the state
For every warrior down, A million born in its place
For every warrior down, A million born in its place
And if they come after us, this is what I’ll say
Over my dead body, I’d rather die today
But first I’ll tell you I love you and say farewell to my friends
When I fell dead on the floor, I fell on my own demands
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Ash Bricky Manteca, California
Ash Bricky is an American folk punk musician based in Manteca, California.
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