1. |
Better Than You
01:40
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Better than you we’re better than you
It don’t matter what you say or do
We’re just better than you
Smarter than you we’re smarter than you
You can read books and go bask to school
but we’re still smarter than you
Richer than you we’re richer than you
you can work all day and all night too
but we’ll always be richer than you
Hey you gotta pay
We look better than you we look better than you
you can buy nice clothes get a new hairdo
but we just look better than you
Righter than you we’re righter than you
you can pray to your God ‘til your face turns blue
but we’re still righter than you
Better than you we’re better than you
It don’t matter what you say or do
We’re just better we’ll always be better
Yeah we’re better than you.
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2. |
Not Going Home
03:00
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Slaves of freedom, nobody needs ‘em, nobody sees ‘em when they bleed their way back.
Distorted daughter, selected for slaughter, nobody taught her to find her way back home.
When the missiles come in low its time to take the kids and go
too many lessons went unlearned now there’s no more flags to burn.
Final solution, donate your children, bullets can’t kill them. but they’re not coming back.
Lost your car keys, lost your ID, lost your country, but there ain’t nowhere else to go,
When the missiles come in low its time to take the kids and go
too many lessons went unlearned now there’s no more books to burn.
Sky scream Sunday, Napalm Monday, Someday someday,
We’re not goin’ home Not goin’ home. Not Goin Home, Not Goin Home
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3. |
Favorite War
01:20
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Demonize Mobilize,
Hypnotize Sanitize
Security Morality
Unity Tenacity
Eradicate the Enemy
Communist Capitalist
Zionist Terrorist
Educate Penetrate
Infiltrate and Separate
Relocate Dominate.
This is my favorite War, ...don’t matter what its for.
Defense Defense Score Score (he shoots he scores)
Regime change downrange
Al Fatah Shock ‘n Awe
Analyze Canonize
Amplify Beatify
Fratricide Infanticide
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4. |
Don't Tie Me Down
01:58
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Don’t Tie Me Down
don’t want no thoughts
Don’t Tie Me Down
don’t need good words
just wanna watch it all burn
Don’t Tie Me Down
don’t want no lies
Don’t Tie Me Down
don’t need the truth
yeah fuck your red, white, and blue
Born to take, born to use
Born to cheat, born to lose
Born to laugh, born to lie
Born to kill born to die
don’t want no money
don’t need good luck
just wanna drink, fight, and fuck
don’t want no job
don’t need a God
yeah fuck your sex, drugs, and rock
don’t want no friends
don’t need a phone
just fuckin’ leave me alone
don’t want no kids
don’t need a wife
yeah fuck your nice happy life
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5. |
Transfusion
02:49
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Doctor you must be lyin’ I heard what you said
You said you thought I was dyin’ but I’m already dead
The day she left me there broken alone in that bed
all the blood in my veins had been spoken every last word was bled.
With cards spread out on the table next to my open heart
my condition’s unstable since we’ve been apart
for this high risk operation I see through my glass eye
my life marches by for my examination as I watch from up in the sky
My temperature staggered and fell
now I hang between heaven and hell
Doctor please treat me with surgical gloves
I need a transfusion (of love)
Took the road never taken almost got lost in the dark
thought I might’ve been mistaken then I noticed a spark
shiny sharp knives cut me open sliced into my head
found nothin’ but meaningless tokens and promises unmet.
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6. |
Solitary Road
03:33
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One more time,
I burned your letters
never saw the signs,
now holy ground shakes and shadders
Only dry tears fall,
dirty water long gone
now curtains call for one more song
Eyeballs gouged,
so I’ll never see better
in a lonely crowd,
surrounded by toxic splatter
Just one more song to carry along this solitary road
One more time, I pretend we’re together
rehearse my lines, to an abandoned old theater
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7. |
Beautiful Disease
02:46
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Born in a big rig truck, destined to die in a cheap motel
I drink down bad luck, wake up in county cell.
Picked up this virus on the side of the road,
gave it my love, a comfortable home.
When starts melt into sky
sleepin’ snakes still lie, poisonin’ my dreams.
I’m in love with my disease, my beautiful disease.
My mother of infectrion raised a still born baby.
We starred in distempered dramas, kept corrupt company.
Now deadly infestation is my only trusted friend,
kisses me good morning, holds my hand until the end
When day falls through to night
sleep walkin’ spiders bite, poisonin’ my dreams.
I’m in love with my disease, my beautiful disease.
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8. |
Lovedoll
02:49
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Silent eyes open wide
She’s all that I need to keep me company
So sIlky inside just like Pygmalion’s bride
cut from the love tree she was made just for me
She’s my love doll wet dream come true now
She’s my one true love
Legs and thighs open wide
We don’t need to go out She never screams she don’t shout
Our love can never die like Pinocchio could not lie
inside and out there can be no doubt ‘bout our love
From front side or back with hair blonde red or black
Her interchangeable face brightens up this place
now there ain’t no turnin’ back yeah I’m a paraphiliac
some say what we do is unchaste
but our love is above time and space
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9. |
Pica
01:14
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Rock paper fur and foam
throw out the meat eat the bone
broken teeth on blood stained grass
there’s sacred soil beneath that trash
Not enough
Plaster paint balls of hair
parasite spread through the air
broken minds in a TV dream
fools gold inside that shiney screen
Not enough, not enough, not enough not enough shit
Ice urine sand and clay
my medication makes me sick all day
broken lungs climate denials
sellin’ sin with crooked smiles
Not enough, not enough, not enough
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10. |
Before and After
01:59
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Inside my darkness
remains of light
burns through the daytime
fires endless night
I still feel your heartbeat
life giving breath
I love you before and after
Insane puppet master
working foul strings
pulled hell through heaven
blind silence stings
I still feel your heartbeat
life giving breath
I love you before and after
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11. |
Our Sacred Hate
01:56
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Everybody says our god is great
Praise God and pass the ammunition
Our enemies may we exterminate
Praise God and pass the ammunition
Peace and Love
is a luxury
Lambs and Dives
die on their knees
We hate them as much as they hate us
Praise God and pass the ammunition
we all pray to grind each other into dust
Praise God and pass the ammunition
Peace and Love
needs surgery
Peace and Love
is a luxury
Lambs and Dives
die on their knees
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12. |
One More Time (Requiem)
04:18
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Lie lonely, strange in sleep
vacated body and soul I keep
these lovin’ lips don’t breath a sound
just one more time, give me one more night
before you’re in the ground
Pale white face, gray green skin
with cold embrace you let me in
dry hands hold me tight sour sweet soft and slow
I won’t let this go
Unholy, still blood runs deep
abandoned body and should I keep
this lovin heart once beat so strong
just one more time, give me one more night
before your gone.
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HeWhoCannotBeNamed San Francisco, California
He Who Cannot Be Named has been playing punk rock for almost 30 years, most of that time with the legendary Dwarves. An
original member of this San Francisco based combo, he wrote or cowrote many of your favorite tunes from the early Sub Pop albums.
Solo Albums
Sunday School Massacre 2010
Humaniterrorist 2012.
My Degeneration 2016
The Good, The Bad, and The Brutal 2018
Cruel Toys A-Z 2020
... more
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