Plant some kid infront of the television. Give him his reality and start of no ambition.
Make sure there are a few messages of hate, greed, obesity, and McCarthyism.
Pour a couple million advertisements covered in kerosene and brand names,
And light a government stick of paper and tar by the time he's 13.
Get them while they're young, and ignore them when they're older.
Get them while they're young. Watch them grow from their left shoulder.
Get them while they're young. And don't you fuck up. Or give up.
Unless they're begging from the bottom of the chain of supreme humanity.
Lecture us and we'll lecture back. Feed us and we'll throw up on your wife.
Steal your children and chuck them on a band-wagon
That you'll eventually get back and make your fucking industry anew.
Make me fucking laugh. Piss off, or fucking riff-raff.
If you listen for a fucking minute then maybe you'll understand.
And stop your instinctive prejudice and hatred, and ignorant bigotted way of life.
The same that makes twins strangle their siblings with their own ambilical cord in the womb.
Senseless, mind-fucked, "I'M SO FUCKING PUNK!" turnouts (not burnouts), showing up for closet-nazis doesn't build character.
Zits build character.
Constapation-patience.
We're behind the "scene", "zine", to reem a couple fucks into some type of conciousness.
We'll scream for the used, abused, conned, fused with matches of shit and constant fascist flames still burning, still smoking.
FUCKING PUT THEM OUT!!!
Start our own to shed a light, exposing the racist shit and injustice that goes on in this cess-pool world.
FUCK BILL C-36!!! SO WE CAN STOP IT!!!!!
Fuck my goddamn relatives. Uncle Mc "Fuck Sissy Vegetarians!"
The stupid, Aryan cousins: General-eat my shit and die.
Fuck whitey-terrorist, throwing pipe bombs while Frank sighs.
Fucking Bill C-36 should jump on this dangerous fuck. But he can get away
Because he's white. Well, FUCK THAT SHIT!!
A government SMITE in my pocket. Cousin's hobby LIT AND THROWN.
What makes something we don't consume dangerous???
If we're given a meal, we don't ask, we just take.
If we're given a drug, then we fear for our sake.
Selfishness leads us by the back.
The "safer" it is, the better it is hidden.
The advertised product owns the streets
From the television set to the unread label.
Shove it down your throat
Taste the supplement for truth, don't choke.
See the eyes, and pull on the trigger till it clicks.
How can a man be supreme when killing is fixed
In his head, in her head, in your head, in my head.
We won't be content until we've all got what we need.
But what they want is for others not to have.
The younger, the more innocent, the sweeter it tastes.
The image is unstoppable, the urge to feed.
Why do we close a dead one's eyes?
When we kill, eye lids flinch, sometimes in surprise.
We don't want to see what we do because we know
That we all have the un-needed, but wanted ability or pleasure to kill.
Supremacy is a joke!! A fraud idealism that we shouldn't trust.
The difference between a man and his wife, or the flesh on his plate
That was cattle, wrongly shot and slaughtered; end of fate.
This is boring, and not any different
Than a small self-advertisement of the mind and beliefs.
Like a small cult inside my head
But a more than a billion brain cells
Could create a religion if I was politically or royally bred.