1. |
Pathos Ethos
01:45
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Oh, the audacity!
That you could walk out on stage
With your brother Beelzebub
With a smile and a wave
Like everything's ok
How can you show your fucking face
You said you had our backs
We're left pulling out knives
You made your choice
To run and hide
With your bros before hoes ethos
Hey man give me a fucking break
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2. |
Old Horses
01:30
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Bite the chomp
That's what you’re good for
They’ll keep your belly full
So long as you keep pulling
We're prisoners
With Stockholm syndrome
We beg to get let out
And beg to get back in
The hammer
Is daunting
The Ploughshares
Are calling your name
Bite the chomp
That's what you’re good for
They’ll keep your belly full
So long as you keep pulling
We're sustaining a future where our children's children can live a lifetime of servitude.
A lovely
Arthritic
Bone grinding
Future
The hammer
Is daunting
The sickle
Is at our throats
They'll work you
Like only
Old horses can
Old horses will
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3. |
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Who would have thought it
That self-medicating
Could feel so vindicating
Tonight
I am a golden god
I don't wanna stop
Yeah I know my limit
And I'm going past it
Cause there is nothing left behind me
Except shit, piss and blood
Tonight I am a golden god
I don't know how to stop
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4. |
Pick Up Your Teeth
01:25
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Yeah
You fucking nazis
We'll bash your fucking skulls in
Drop your flags
Pick up your teeth
We've got no patience
For what you preach
You lost the war
And no one cares
That you've been left
Fucking bleeding
Drop your flags
Pick up your teeth
Crawl back in your hole
And fucking die in it
Drop your flags
Pick up your teeth
We've got no patience
For what you preach
Yeah
Collect their ears
Ship them home
To their fucking mothers
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5. |
Oh Hell
01:20
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Oh well
I guess we're going to Hell
I guess the verdict's out
We got caught red-handed
Being ourselves
Oh hell, oh hell
Oh hell, oh hell
Oh hell, oh hell
Oh well
I guess we're going to Hell
I guess you ought to know
You've read the verses
You've seen the signs
Of the times
And if that's the truth
That's how you know
Your God
Is the devil himself
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6. |
Low Score
01:27
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How'd you get so bad
At being a sociopath?
You must've thought yourself cold
We were all over here
Just having a laugh
It's so simple
Rehearse your lines
It's so simple
Remember your lies
That didn't take too long
This must be a low score
How many did you gas
Before you got found out?
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