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Why do people try to label themselves in an
Effort to feel they belong?
It's not enough just to be a fucked up
Human on this fucked up planet that we're
All too small minded to fully understand
How many liberals does it take to screw in a
Light bulb. None. We're
All too busy fighting
Brain dead shitheads jerking and fingering
Each other just to keep this old ass
Game rolling in circles when it's all outdated
There are no rebels amongst rebels because
Original thought is dead.
We're all just assholes killing time til we die.
I tend to sit in silence listen to
All that goes on around me; try to
Understand this desire to seek
Love and acceptance from
A society that cares so fucking much.
We end up looking like assholes.
There are no rebels amongst rebels because
Original thought is dead.
We're all just assholes killing time til we die.
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Gentrify My Neighborhood
03:59
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I wish somebody would
Gentrify my neighborhood.
Sick of seeing the upset
In a vagrant's eyes when he's not allowed to
Piss in a Rite Aid or a shitty laundry mat
Swept under the fucking mat.
No one wants to see it cause it's
Already everywhere we look
Gentrify my neighborhood, so I
Don't have to pretend I'm reading a book when
I see employees stealing just to make ends meet.
Mentally ill starving in the street.
Homeless on the corner looking for change
I'd rather see the bourgeois making it.
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Dickhead
02:35
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Some sad lonely penis wants to cum on my face.
I said I wasn't down for that, but still he gave chase.
Putting me down like I was a prudish disgrace.
With well worded arguments dripping with malice.
Our conversation went on for longer than it should have.
I guess my inner optimist was looking to make a friend.
Some small part of me hoped you'd accept my words with grace.
Instead all I got was the dickhead within.
Pussy by any other name; maybe, but one your ass is not.
Sorry I wasn't gonna pretend for you.
My distaste in you isn't sexuality, so
Call me a prude if you like, but you're still the asshole with a dick for a brain.
Everyone's entitled to their preference.
Just because mine isn't you that's no excuse for you to
Tell me that what I've believed until now it wrong, so
Take your self centered agenda and stick it up your pompous ass.
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