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the world has gone completely mad
and i don't care
you can taste it in the water
you can smell it on our breath
the world has gone completely insane
they lost their minds inside of their brains
the world has gone completely mad
and that's alright
let em fight
the world don't give a fuck bout your shit
so who gives a shit?
hey, it doesn't really matter
fecal human waste of flesh
the world won't need to end if it ends
before we kill this ungodly suspense
the world don't give a fuck bout your shit
and it's about time
let em die
let em die
the world is overlooking the facts
but relax
you can tweet it on your twitter
once you figure out the superior source
the world has gone completely mad
no reason to feel sorrow or sadness
the world is on the brink of collapse
but relax!
listen to the sax:
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Rock And Roll
02:46
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well if you wana build a wall, build it three miles high, be my guest, throw your insult
and if you wana swing a wrecking ball, you might as well try, i'm sure it's very simple
you've got limp wrists, small hands, a sour face, and your hair looks like a turtle
and you're milkin your position for all that it's worth, but the milk is gonna curdle
clap your hands, move your ankles 2 3 4
rock and roll, rock and roll, save our souls. rock and roll, rock and roll
well the party is a-raging and the machine is warm with the pride of the deceiver
and the effigies all look like you and when you're blue the joke's on you, you take it to your twitter!
but as for me and mine, we read the signs of the times on overdrive, our hearts are heavy beating --
heavy as hell, but all is well, we got soldier souls, we got rock and roll, and you're just sittin on your toilet tweeting!
clap your hands, move your ankles 2 3 4
rock and roll, rock and roll, save our souls. rock and roll, rock and roll
credits
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O, Brave Fortunate Son
05:34
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when you were younger, you had a murderous hunger
maybe 'twas just in yer head, put there by the walking dead
but o, how that germ began to spread
and now you are older, conscripted to be a soldier
flying your own drone from the comfort of your home --
that they say, some day, you'll surely get to own
one fine day, you'll be too old to play
and you'll be too weak to carry that heavy flag
one fine day, you'll learn that it's ok
to be such a poor bastard ain't so bad
but now you've kicked the trauma, so you've added a pool and sauna
the property value skyrockets! you decide to run for office,
since the fates have kindly given you the legs
now they're broadcasting you on cable and promoting your noble fable
they raise to you the toast, once you've purchased all their votes
and you sell them at a profit to the unholy ghost
well, we hope you get famous! and your dreams, we hope you attain them!
may you rise to power! may you have your shining hour!
may your enemies all cower!
MAY YOU BUILD YOUR TOWERING TOWER!
and may angels flock to catch you
when you fall...
o, brave fortunate son,
where'd you acquire all your guns,
doo wop, doo wop, doo wop, ah.
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