| diff'rent strokes for common folks fiction over feelings, that's all you need to know, yer life really can be like a fukkin tv show. just take what you're given and plug it in yer mind, is it entertainment or mind control? there's a very fine line this song is not actually about the stupidity of television as most people think, but actually about viking warriors and sludge metal. jamie b. territory this is the jamie b. doctrine so y'all better listen up! the rules are to give big hugs, give bigger smiles. be real nice but appreciate evil. if we were all like jamie there'd be no need to fight. because everything that jamie burkhart does is right! premonition of renewal we have worshipped at the altar of who can buy the most genuflecting for the father, son and holy corporate ghost. and now the young throw out the old. the old ideas that perpetuate hate and the old stale voices that say it's too late. old men in washington sitting on their ass just taking up space when they should be pushing up grass. and now the young throw out the old. global smashists gather 'round. take this old world, tear it down! we'll burn it down! that's what you get said you wanted shirts made. said "you'll get paid". you gave me the money, i think it's funny. you act so stuck up. you fucked up. you don't give a shit about the environment. you'll have to use these shirts as a tourniquet. that's what you get for buying shirts from an anarchist! on war and warriors stars and stripes blind your eyes, face painted up to disguise. rank and file on your arm, you look so cute in that uniform. prepared to fight, prepared to die. brainwashed, fucking hypnotized. you'll say, "not me, i'm a soldier but that's not me". my life is violent. hail the goat! peter parker picked a peck of pickled peppers a radioactive spider creeps out of a top-secret science lab in new york city biting mild mannered peter parker turning him into: spider- man. i know if i were spiderman i wouldn't take no shit. swinging from apartment to apartment eating all their food! parking garages - SIPHONING GAS! driving in my spidermobile, blasting suckas for no fuckin' reason if you get in my way, you get web in your face, unless you're eddie brock you're a disgrace. if i were spiderman, i wouldn't take no shit, swinging from apartment to apartment eating all their food!parking garages - SIPHONING GAS! toby mcguire sucks fuckin' hoobastank. kiss my ashcroft i know you've been told different, but you've gotta understand, there's nobody promising you the promised land. and ashcroft's not a saint, he's a bigot and an ass. KISS! MY! ASH! CROFT! (fuck the assembly of god) do not question who is god? what is god? or where is god? it's not for some southern preacher to revive, god's not dead, he was never alive! KISS! MY! ASH! CROFT! |
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