As tires grip the shoulder,
and engine hum comes to a stop.
The red and blue in rear-view mirror,
A good man dressed up like a cop.
Son, do you know how fast you drove,
when your car sped past my gun.
I'm certain it was far too fast.
The fat man in the stretched-out car
just waved and smiled
around his cigar.
as he drove past the scene,
seventy-five on county BB.
Fifty-thousand dollar donation
just three months ago.
Do you think the department forgot?
He's paid his due, we let it go.
Son, I'm going to let you off with this,
a warning to slow the hell down.
But look out, the cruiser's a 2010.
Karl might have been wrong
about how to run his country.
But he sure knew how things work
in Outagamie county.
Monday, December 14, 2009
A Way of Life.
If Superman were real,
I'd hate his guts of steel.
Saving cats in trees,
our wealth and liberties.
While kids are sold
across the seas
to pay for their parents
next meal.
I'm looking forward
I'm looking forward
to ending this talk
about changing the world.
And changing my heart,
instead.
I'd hate his guts of steel.
Saving cats in trees,
our wealth and liberties.
While kids are sold
across the seas
to pay for their parents
next meal.
I'm looking forward
I'm looking forward
to ending this talk
about changing the world.
And changing my heart,
instead.
Backbroken.
Every breath you take
every band you make,
every record you break,
I hate.
You kill everything our
heroes create.
every band you make,
every record you break,
I hate.
You kill everything our
heroes create.
Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
Desire and vice.
Half of Robert Frost was right -
the world will end in ice.
Extremes kissed,
in heroic tryst.
Beneath a billion candles' light.
Fire and Ice
Apathy
and avarice
The language of passion's tongue
now come undone
(Fire and Ice,
the language died).
When will us gods learn
that greed consumes and always burns
leaving only ash and stone
to freeze alone.
Fire and Ice,
but wouldn't it be nice,
if we could end this world
in light?
Desire and vice.
Half of Robert Frost was right -
the world will end in ice.
Extremes kissed,
in heroic tryst.
Beneath a billion candles' light.
Fire and Ice
Apathy
and avarice
The language of passion's tongue
now come undone
(Fire and Ice,
the language died).
When will us gods learn
that greed consumes and always burns
leaving only ash and stone
to freeze alone.
Fire and Ice,
but wouldn't it be nice,
if we could end this world
in light?
The Heroin Joke.
If all the world's a stage,
then love is just a game.
The boys and girls
can't help but play.
Once upon a time, I fell.
But I'll never ever throw myself.
I'm putting the board back in the box
and the box back on the shelf.
Because every little hole is hell.
Flesh and bone
might keep you warm,
but they'll keep you in that bed.
When you could be rioting downtown,
almost dead
and never feeling more alive.
Every diamond I've known.
Turned out to be gravel shone.
I'd rather my hand remain alone,
than to wear a ring made of such
deceptive stone.
then love is just a game.
The boys and girls
can't help but play.
Once upon a time, I fell.
But I'll never ever throw myself.
I'm putting the board back in the box
and the box back on the shelf.
Because every little hole is hell.
Flesh and bone
might keep you warm,
but they'll keep you in that bed.
When you could be rioting downtown,
almost dead
and never feeling more alive.
Every diamond I've known.
Turned out to be gravel shone.
I'd rather my hand remain alone,
than to wear a ring made of such
deceptive stone.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
The Hardcore Kids Club
H-X-C H-X-C
Hatespeech or S-X-E
Rebellion begets conformity.
Athiests and Straightedge kids
tell us all what you believe.
I've heard you all quote Minor Threat
and cover that straight-edge song.
My money's on they hate it.
Punk rock - Ur doing it wrong.
The end of decades of getting pissed,
is unwritten laws and exclusive cliques?
Volcom Stone hats and Krew Skinny jeans.
You're all the same, but H-X-C!
Keep telling me how you don't believe,
what I believe is worth this scene.
Well
Your scene is shit,
we'll burn it down.
We'll bring it
down
beneath the ground,
and choke it
where you've stroked it.
We'll cut it
where you've kissed it.
You blame God for the day to day,
in the most unoriginal way.
You're helplessly in love,
with your ability to hate.
So more hardcore points for the vinyls
and the girls you take home to,
further deprived from the love
nobody ever gave to you.
Well there exists a love that's true,
Helplessly in love with you.
But to the cliques and the scene
and the meaningless chants,
to the white tees, fifty-nine fifties.
The popularity contests dance.
This lack of thought,
we're calling it out:
We love the kids,
but hate this shit.
Hatespeech or S-X-E
Rebellion begets conformity.
Athiests and Straightedge kids
tell us all what you believe.
I've heard you all quote Minor Threat
and cover that straight-edge song.
My money's on they hate it.
Punk rock - Ur doing it wrong.
The end of decades of getting pissed,
is unwritten laws and exclusive cliques?
Volcom Stone hats and Krew Skinny jeans.
You're all the same, but H-X-C!
Keep telling me how you don't believe,
what I believe is worth this scene.
Well
Your scene is shit,
we'll burn it down.
We'll bring it
down
beneath the ground,
and choke it
where you've stroked it.
We'll cut it
where you've kissed it.
You blame God for the day to day,
in the most unoriginal way.
You're helplessly in love,
with your ability to hate.
So more hardcore points for the vinyls
and the girls you take home to,
further deprived from the love
nobody ever gave to you.
Well there exists a love that's true,
Helplessly in love with you.
But to the cliques and the scene
and the meaningless chants,
to the white tees, fifty-nine fifties.
The popularity contests dance.
This lack of thought,
we're calling it out:
We love the kids,
but hate this shit.
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