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The Well
03:19
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Little boy, sitting way down in his filth, dreaming about the days of old
Living just like drunk his rich, trading in his life for gold
When I get home I'm boarding up the well
With nails forged of iron will
With every fall of the hammer, a ring of that old victory bell
When i get home I'm boarding up the well
And with an exculpating yell!
Sometimes it takes looking directly at the sun
to realize the darkness that surrounds thee
How can something no bigger than my fist
be the cloud to bare the rain that drowns me
When I get home I'm boarding up the well
With nails forged of iron will
With every fall of the hammer, a ring of that old victory bell
When i get home I'm boarding up the well
And with an exculpating yell!
And with an exculpating yell!
With what feels like the whole weight of the world on your shoulders
can make it hard on one to stand
Well I'm feeling stronger with that bottle to my lips
so I'm running back with a crobar in my hand.
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The Wiz
05:10
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Bite The Hand
03:44
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Working minimum wage at a grocery store
Slicing open cheese you can't even afford
Just doing my job, just doing my job
You know there's people that go to sleep hungry
That's what you say as the compacter compresses comestibles
It's not that you don't care, you just don't want to be on welfare
The government is going back on signed treaties
But hey, I'm just a family man, I got kids that need feeding
Just doing my job, just doing my job
Environmental tragedy, I'm just here for that salary
It's not my desire turning water into fire
I know I'm just a pawn but night's darker before the dawn
It's easy to point your finger, because there's always something worst
Supporting what you hate, it's just like a fucking curse
But it's not, you are your own boss, you don't need authority
To tell you who you are, how to live, what to take and what to give
To hold your hand, just make a stand, they feed you shit so bite the hand
Hand behind your head, don't make a move
Boy's got mental issues, he's startled and confused
Just doing my job, just doing my job
Pull the trigger, body to the ground
With them, no one is safe and sound
You're only here to serve and protect yourself
Driven by your hate, your lust, your fear for god and nothing else
Spent my youth not going outside to play
Now I'm killing terrorists a thousand miles away
Just doing my job, just doing my job
New military technology, there's room in the work force for me
Will your paycheck bring you shelter from the cold?
When the apocalypse is brought to you by people doing what they're told
It's easy to point your finger, because there's always something worst
Supporting what you hate, it's just like a fucking curse
But it's not, you are your own boss, you don't need authority
To tell you who you are, how to live, what to take and what to give
To hold your hand, just make a stand, they feed you shit so bite the hand
BITE THE HAND
BITE THE HAND
BITE THE HAND
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What did you learn in school today, dear little boy of mine?
I learned that Ottawa never told a lie
I learned that soldiers seldom die
I learned that everybody's free
That's what the teacher said to me
I learned that policemen are my friends
I learned that justice never ends
I learned that murderers die for their crime
Even if we make a mistake sometimes
I learned that war is not so bad
I learned about the great ones we have had
We fought in Germany fought in France
And someday I might get my chance
I learned our government must be strong
It's always right and never wrong
Our leaders are the finest men
And we elect them again and again
That's what I learned in school today, That's what I learned in school.
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