Lint in Karl Marx's Beard Blind Master Po's Wisdom
Prickly There is no honor
Grey Hairs in the taking of a life.
Grate the face Fear is the only darkness.
But it's worth it. So which of us
Lint gets caught is most blind?
Like dust in a broom.
A layer of dust Conan Comics
Doesn't make it worthless. I crawled
A layer of dust So far in my own blood
Or a layer of lies, Grit of my teeth
That's just the victor's version of history. Words I could barely speak
A layer of.. dust, dust, dust. Red Nails (x3)
Sometimes you gotta die for what's right
Godzilla vs. Baragon Opposition
There was... He choked a man to death
No chance for Baragon Got caught in a trap, trap, trap
The scales have already been tipped Then no sound at all
Those in power don't just give it away Save the rustle and scrape, scrape, scrape
It doesn't even take atomic breath these days of quick shifting feet.
When the vicious cycle is already in place Red Nails (x2)
The disadvantaged become the inferior Sometimes you gotta fight.
and that's where there's a real terror
Real Terror Grave Digger's Not Just a Monster Truck
When eyes are dead (x3) All is not OK...
And the young don't get eaten they eat each other -
And education is no longer a cure Entertainment placates
Because your books can't keep you alive on the street The battlefields cease to vacate
And that's where there's a real terro when the leader declares
When eyes are dead...That's where there's real terror (x?) "there is no peace in retreat."
There is no return to normal
for a...grave digger.
Andy Warhol is a Liar from Pittsburgh Of Mice, Men, and Monster Trucks
A lifetime of pedantic pleasantries There is no return from killing
Mostly lies and obediance. When it's done for the wrong reasons
Years of living stifled... or the reasons are propaganda for a hidden agenda
In endless cycles Grave Digger
Years of living stifled... Sometimes you roll over too much
By the banality of the everyday Grave Digger
Where are our dreams for a better way? Sometimes death is better
When is it our time? No war between nations, no peace between classes
Hey Andy! Where's my fifteen minutes? All is not OK
Hey Andy! Grave Digger
The maintenance of a standard of living Just give ME the keys...
With the acceptance of social conditions
The enslavement of our adulthood
When do we get to break away? Aldous Huxley's Convenient Mart
some of us get all the Cambell's soup and Brillo pads Convenience
You know what I wish I had? Convenience, but at what cost?
My fifteen minutes! The list goes on
In a brave new world
and it's all I can think about
Autobots are Evil Too As I play my part in the machine
Hey hey Spike but trying not to
There's no Cybertron [I'm] Trying to be sand in the gears
And the Autobots are evil too and I want to go back to when
Evil Too (x4) Convenient was just the name of the carryout
Technology advances where I bought comics
At an uncontrollable pace and played Dragon's Lair.
In an unsustainable race
Where bigger equals better
bigger equals better
bigger equals better and more deadly
And robots will fight all our wars
But we'll still be fighting them
You're gonna wish...You're gonna wish...You're gonna wish that you could transform (x4)
Turn into anything to get off this cycle
But you're already hooked in and can't live without Saturday Morning
Can't live without (x3) Cynicism and Irony
See.. there is no Cybertron the statement of our time.
Because it's the here and now Post-Modern Bullshit.
And you're gonna wonder how It's not too late
You ever lived without to remember:
Can't live without Innocence lost.
Sunshine on saturday morning.
Apathy is a Learned Behavior Saturday morning.
Others on the street Endless Streets
Visions on the screen full of boards and bikes.
Beautiful strangers An open-ended life. (x3)
Starving faces
Workers one cubicle over
Bombs one hemisphere away...
Turn Off, Turn Off, Turn Off, Turn Off (x3)
You learned how to live this way
All you can do is just walk away.
You learned how to live this way!