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Fire In The Water
02:42
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Let me take you to a land
Where there’s fire in the water, and there’s gas in the sand
Let me show you to a well
Drilling to the center of the 7th layer of hell
See those dragons 60 feet tall
Watch them burn and hear their loud roaring call
Taste their poison, taste their hate
Pity the thirst that they’ll never satiate
See the lords who rule the state
Line their pockets with the sacrifice we make
Feel the air so thick with despair
Hear the rumblings of resistance everywhere
Let me take you to a land
Where there’s fire in the water and there’s gas in the sand
Let me show you to a well
Drilling to the center of the 7th layer of hell
Let me take you to a land
Where there’s fire in the water and there’s gas in the sand
Let me show you to the light
Where the people gonna teach you how to organize and fight
See the faces of the damned
Watch us change as we unveil our master plan
Watch us marching, watch us blockade
Witness the end of the flaming giants reign
See the pawns who form a line
Serve their fiery masters till the end of time
Hear us chanting, hear us sing
Spectra Energy, SHUT IT DOWN
Anadarko, SHUT IT DOWN
Kinder Morgan, SHUT IT DOWN
The whole damn system, SHUT IT DOWN
Let me take you to a land
Where there’s fire in the water and there’s gas in the sand
Let me show you to a well
Drilling to the center of the 7th layer of hell
Let me take you to a land
Where there’s fire in the water and there’s gas in the sand
Let me show you to the light
Where the people gonna teach you how to organize and fight
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2. |
Ain't Too Old
03:11
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I ain't too old to be playing in a band
I ain't too old to be playing in a band
I could try to tell you baby, but you're never gonna understand
I ain't too old to be playing in a band
I ain't too old to be living on the road
I ain't too old to be living on the road
I'd love to settle down babe, but there's places I gotta go
I ain't too old to be living on the road
I ain't too old to be walking off this job
I ain't too old to be walking off this job
I might wear a shirt and tie now, but I'm still just a lazy slob
I ain't too old to be walking off this job
I ain't too old to be digging through the trash
I ain't too old to be digging through the trash
I'm gonna take your garbage 'cause I ain't got any cash
I ain't too old to be digging through the trash
I ain't too old to be running from the cops
I ain't too old to be running from the cops
Once you got to running, sure you're never gonna stop
I ain't too old to be running from the cops
I ain't too young to be dying in my sleep
I ain't too young to be dying in my sleep
And I died just like I lived babe, so I don't want to hear you weep
I ain't too young to be dying in my sleep
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3. |
As Hard As A Man
03:59
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(Work, work it girl
Work, work it girl
Work, work it girl, hear what I said
Work, work it girl
Work, work it girl
Work, work it girl, til you are dead)
Well, some people know how to take you down
They'll string you up while they're stringing you around
They'll lie to your face, just to get ahead
They'll steal all your oats just to make their own bread
Well for 5 long years, I've been working this shift
Getting calloused hands cleaning up other people's shit
If I don't get paid, I won't get fed
But I aim to burn this bitch down before I'm dead
I don't want much in life, except some respect
I've been giving so long, and I ain't gotten back yet
They say that a working man's got dignity
But I know there ain't no flip side for femininity
I cross my T's and I dot my I's
I always come clean when I tell a lie
So a good woman's headed for an early grave
I work as hard as a man you better pay me the same
They told me I'd never make it, even if I tried
They told me schooling would advance me from the inside
But I can't get no job with or without a degree
Cause the system went and made a million of me
Well, The Man's got you exactly where he wants
And he'll crush you down if you don't play along
You give up everything you are for your career
Then He burns in a weekend what you make in a year
I don't want much in life, except some respect
I've been giving so long, and I ain't gotten back yet
They say that a working man's got dignity
But I know there ain't no flip side for femininity
I cross my T's and I dot my I's
I always come clean when I tell a lie
So a good woman's headed for an early grave
I work as hard as a man you better pay me the same
(Work, work it girl
Work, work it girl
Work, work it girl, hear what I said
Work, work it girl
Work, work it girl
Work, work it girl, til you are dead)
Well, I wanna say that I am able
To put food in my refrigerator
So I work overtime just to pay the debt
For a life I ain't even got yet
I don't want much in life, except some respect
I've been giving so long, and I ain't gotten back yet
They say that a working man's got dignity
But I know there ain't no flip side or equality
Cause I've been passed up, and I've been passed around
But I will fight til I'm six feet in the ground
You put your hands on me, I'll send you to your grave
I work as hard as a man you better pay me the same
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4. |
Atlas Shit Himself
01:49
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There's a man up on a hill who pops an oxycontin pill
Everyday before he's gone to work for several years
And though he runs a major corporation he can't unblock his constipation
And his chronic irregularity sometimes bring him to tears
When the world's on your shoulders, you can't look up and see the stars
Cause you know
You don't know who you are
Til it all falls apart
He runs his business as efficiently as possible
If anyone takes issue with conditions he tossed them right out on their ass
And though his workers work their hardest all day
Every day their meager pay prevents them from ever rising above the proletariat class
When the world's on your shoulders, you can't look up and see the stars
Cause you know
You don't know who you are
Til it all falls apart
Today, the sun came up like everyday but when he got to work
He screamed, "NO THIS SIMPLY CANNOT BE!"
A union strike had shut down production horizontally and vertically
And there wasn't a scab as far as the eye can see
And is if in solidarity, his bowels formed a movement and were free
When the world's on your shoulders, you can't look up and see the stars
Cause you know
You don't know who you are
Til it all falls apart
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5. |
Chariot of God
02:43
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Swing low sweet chariot of God
Lift me off of the face of this rock
I know we got a long way to go
But this world never felt like home
I been here for a long long time
I wrote every verse and rhyme
I gave you all that you got
Now the shepherd must reap his flock!
Swing low sweet chariot of God
Lift me off of the face of this rock
I know we got a long way to go
But this world never felt like home
God told Ezekiel I’m comin down
I wanna tread your ground
So carve me a face in the stone and the sand
Lest my glory should scorch your land!
Swing low sweet chariot of God
Lift me off of the face of this rock
I know we got a long way to go
But this world never felt like home
Sixteen men on a dead man’s chest
Sent into heaven ‘cause they been blessed
Sixteen men on a dead planet’s face
We gotta get the fuck outta this place!
Swing low sweet chariot of God
Lift me off of the face of this rock
I know we got a long way to go
But this world never felt like home
I’m scared I’m so afraid
Please tell me how I can be saved
Take me away through the stars and the black
‘cause once you go to heaven you can never come back!
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6. |
Inheritance
03:16
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He was a lonely child, he was a troubled child
Wrong place wrong time one day, now he locked up a while
He just a throw away, that’s what the neighbors say
Now he be the problem of the warden and the state
He was a fierce creature, fangs of fenom featured
He move as fast as lightning
Grab his prey, and now his jaws are tightnin
Now there’s escape, he finds it all enticin
Is there anyplace for a creature that’s so frightenin?
This your inheritance, and you may it keep you well
And may you keep it close, and hold it up until
Your sons and daughters can speak for the world’s defense
This your inheritance
She was a well loved child, a needy child
One day, her father say come listen her a while
You see, your grandma died, here's everything she left
Now go and take what you can find
She was so ravenous, some like to call her a pest
As she frolic through the garden taking only what’s best
She wants to see how much she can consume
And eat what later would have bloomed
And only will she cease the day she’s forced to meet her doom
This your inheritance, and you may it keep you well
And may you keep it close, and hold it up until
Your sons and daughters can speak for the world’s defense
This your inheritance
This was a quiet place
This was a peaceful place
A place one could find god
And all their problems face
But what if we erase
The magic in her face
And fill it up again with what we sought
And what we gained and bought
This your inheritance, and you may it keep you well
And may you keep it close, and hold it up until
Your sons and daughters can speak for the world’s defense
This your inheritance
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7. |
Empty Kingdoms
03:14
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And we shall rise
The ones who you despise
To the empty kingdoms, you'll find
All in time, all in time
When flesh has all burnt into ashes
And your cities have crumbled to dirt
And insects inhabit your earthly frames
And the meek shall inherit the earth
And earth starves those who betray her
And strip her to her core
And for the next one thousand generations
We'll feast on the spoils of war
And we shall rise
The ones who you despise
To the empty kingdoms, you'll find
All in time, all in time
The hills and the stones won't remember
They'll forget all that they saw
My mind will be Earth's only order
And all that I dream will be law
I'll build a tower on the highest mountain
Sit and survey my domain
And it won't matter that not one living soul
Will know of the kingdom I claim
And we shall rise
The ones who you despise
To the empty kingdoms, you'll find
All in time, all in time
Your empire is empty foundations
And vermin brood in the crumbling walls
In the ears of beasts your glory passes into legend
And then into nothing at all
You said that you're killing your planet
Nah, man, she's the one who's killing us
She'll stand back up strong when we're all gone
And her mountains will stand when your castles are dust
And we shall rise
The ones who you despise
To the empty kingdoms, you'll find
All in time, all in time
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The sun beat down on the side of the road
On an ant as he hauled his heavy load
Alone by himself in a world all his own
When a somewhat unusual sight caught his eye
A grasshopper sat beneath the old willow tree
Sawin’ on her fiddle and singin’ “in my dreams
I am dirty, broke, beautiful and free
But then she spotted the ant and she stopped and said hi
The ant paused for a moment and he shouldered his load
And he said to the grasshopper, "My friend don't you know
You gotta work hard everyday to prepare for the snow
And if you just sit here like this, you know you're gonna die"
And the grasshopper she just smiled and he said
Hi-ho-diddly aye oh
Hi-ho don't you know
We're all gonna die some day
So, why not enjoy it while you can
As the days passed by, it began to get cold
And each day the ant passed that same spot in the road
And he scolded the grasshopper who smiled but rolled
Her eyes and hoped that tomorrow the ant would just let her be
As the snow came down the ant patched up the hole
In the wall where someone had broken in during the night
And stolen a couple of things, but now it was cold
And there was no point spending any time thinking about the thief
In the outskirts of town in an old abandoned used car dealership
The grasshopper sang the blues
While she watched the blizzard unfold on Channel 7 news
From the safety of a comfy armchair on the ant's TV
And the grasshopper she just smiled and she said
Hi-ho-diddly aye oh
Hi-ho don't you know
We're all gonna die some day
So, why not enjoy it while you can
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9. |
Last Train Home
04:14
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I'm on the last train home and I'm running out of steam
I'm feeling low and I got big holes in my soul and jeans
But I don't want your sympathy
It's my own fault I'm in poverty
See, I didn't want his love if it wasn't coming for free
I'm headed out of New York City and Queens' smokestacks
Taking a bitter mind and a worn out heart, and and my old knapsack
I guess its my health that's finally due
'Cause I'm sick and tired of singing these blues
And I'm sick of thinking that you're good for me when we both know that ain't true
I'm on the last train home and I'm running out of steam
I'm feeling low and I got big holes in my soul and jeans
So I'm headed for the mountains of home
And your gonna have to leave me alone
When it gets this bad you know I don't pick up my telephone
Well, my girls say you are a dog, but you know that ain't right
Cause a dog would be more loyal to me at night
And I'm done with these nights up crying
And I'm done with these nights up trying
And I'm done with carrying 'round this pain for all of these years
Well, the beautiful people are forgiven for all of their flaws
And the best of us get their trophies with full applause
But what happens to the rest of us?
Those who've lost their will and trust?
What happens to the souls slicing through the darkness on a Greyhound bus?
So now you've given me a debt of atonement I cannot pay
And you've given a girl enough sorrow until judgement day
And you never gave me a fair play
And you've given me a clean getaway
So give me three good reasons why I should even stay?
I need three damn good reasons why I should even stay
Between the whiskey and the cocaine why should I stay?
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10. |
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They say the only way to make a change
Better be on time, stand in line with a thousand other people
And it’s a crime for you to opt out
Better be on time and know exactly which hole to fill
You better learn how to participate
We got a place for those that don’t support the state
And they can trade you a number and a cell for your name and your face
And so anonymously she returns to the people debt paid
With her past engraved on the public record
Let me protect you, I’ll take you to the sky
In the city on stilts where our dynasty can thrive
You and me can be the exalted family on high
You and me together, we’ll watch the world die
She take a seat on the concrete slab
On of the very few left, not designed to stab
As she drag on a half smoked cigarette as slow as she can
Hide the store brand mouthwash down behind her cardboard sign
He drop a nickel as he walk by
He’s just a visitor here from an office so high downtown
As walk to his home to in clouds
And everyday as pass through the struggle he’s befuddled
By the not so subtle thought of her face being erased by the flood
Let me protect you, I’ll take you to the sky
In the city on stilts where our dynasty can thrive
You and me can be the exalted family on high
You and me together, we’ll watch the world die
As the waters rise, he reach out his hand
She say put that back, I won’t be fooled again
He say I can give you a long and healthy life
She say no thanks, I’d rather be free to fight
Let me protect you, I’ll take you to the sky
In the city on stilts where our dynasty can thrive
You and me can be the exalted family on high
You and me together, we’ll watch the world die
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11. |
Fuck The Police
02:15
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He puts his boot heel down against your neck so hard
And pins you to the ground, cuffs your wrist, you lay there still without a sound
And though you know it isn’t right, you also know that you can’t fight
So you stay cool as he reads you your rights
Now you’re standing on the rooftops screaming FUCK THE POLICE
You won’t stand for this another single day
I can hear you on the rooftops screaming FUCK THE POLICE
You will die before you let them see the day
They take it all away
You say that if they want a war then they can have it but be sure
We’re gonna end it and you better all remember that it wasn’t us
That started it, they started it, they’ve given up their right to life you say
When they took our rights away
Now you’re standing on the rooftops screaming FUCK THE POLICE
You won’t stand for this another single day
I can hear you on the rooftops screaming FUCK THE POLICE
You will die before you let them see the day
They take it all away
Friend, I understand the things you’re saying, so don’t make the grave mistake
Of seeing the things that I’m about to say as cowardly or
Apologetic, sympathetic to the deep systemic cancer
That’s metastasized so far into our institution
That is seems the only means of extracting it available
Is splattering it across the wall with the bullet in the brain pan
But I’d rather find another way and not just throw it all away
But till that day you lead the way, and I’ll be right behind you
Standing on the rooftops screaming FUCK THE POLICE
We won’t stand for this another single day
They can hear us on the rooftops screaming FUCK THE POLICE
You will die before you let them see the day
Now we’re standing on the rooftops screaming FUCK THE POLICE
We won’t stand for this another single day
They can hear us on the rooftops and the hilltops and the mountaintops
Dying before we let them see the day
They take it all away
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12. |
Lois Long
04:15
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Well, I've had a long day, and you've had a long week
And, frankly, dear, it's been long year
But I aim to shake off our back the blues that got us stuck here
So I washed my hair, and I shaved my legs
And dropped some cash on a new dress for
It was little and black and it ain't got no back
And with it I will work the dance floor
I'm coming out
Baby, come with me
Cause we are too young
To stop acting free
C'mon, I want to live like Lois Long
We've been living under grey, polluted, urban skies for just a little too long
I think we deserve to go out, get it on, get it in, blaze it up until the dawn
Because I wanna do shots that someone else has bought
And act as if I don't have any cares
I want you to grab me tight, late on a Friday night
And put the curl back into my hair
I'm coming out
Baby, come with me
Cause we are too young
To stop acting free
C'mon, baby c'mon
C'mon, I want to live like Lois Long
I wanna be here when they shut this place down
When they call the cops and no one's around
I wanna be a beautiful mess
I want the hand that threw the brick through the bank window up my dress
And when we skip out on our tab and gotta run
Cause there's a little anarchist in everyone
We might die tomorrow or today
So baby what do you say?
Let's get drunk, and go make love
C'mon, baby c'mon
C'mon, I want to live like Lois Long
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Troll 2 Boston, Massachusetts
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