DIE SCHEISE LYRICS:
PUPPET
You get off your ass to vote, you      think you have a choice, democracy is a lie, they've always owned your voice.
Every single politician spews some      vital plan, listen up, pay attention, the government is a scam.
The Government's hand is up your      ass, moving your mouth, dictating each laugh.
You're just a puppet, with no control.      Corporate lobotomy, your thoughts are not your own.
When you take out the trash, you      know they're picking through it, you're a communist, you're a terrorist.
They're going to fucking prove it.      Don't speak up, don't oppose, don't lift a fist.
Just follow in line, puppets never      resist.
PROHIBITION
Do you want to take a ride over      to the sketchy side of sketchy town? Hide your money.
Walk around in circles looking people      in the eye, finally someone asks you what the fuck you wanna buy.
Twenty sack, eighth of weed, a fucking      bag of speed. Everything you'll ever want,
don't get ripped off, don't get      caught.
Fucking drugstore; fucking misnomer.
I don't want to risk my life, I      just want to get high.
Do you want to take a ride, do you      want to suicide, you might succeed, you might fail,
you might have to go to jail. Prohibition      cannot be justified.
You don't need a prescription for      cyanide. Go on home, enjoy your fucking crack cocaine,
life inside a sober mind seems ugly      and insane.
Fuck the cops, fuck the law, fuck      the dealers, fuck them all.
Freedom means you don't get caught,      a 20 spent is a 20 bought.
HER BONES
Distilled, her body chilled, she      waits at home.
True, she's never unloved, but she's      still alone. Piles of blankets, but the cold is in her bones.
Ask her, she'll smile, and tell      you it's what she chose.
Bolt the front door, eat the key,      nothing to do, no one to see.
Sunny summer Sunday afternoon. Behind      her eyes, cloudy skies,
persistant thoughts of unavoidable      doom.
Envy, sloth, gluttony, pride.
Close the door stay inside, locked      away.
Shake me, make me want to be in      your world where everyone's happy.
Is this real? I need to see proof      that negativity does not equal honesty.
DECEMBER 27
Nothing special at all, Christmas      was lame, New Year's will be small.
My hair is fucking pink, i'm a lazy      blonde, didn't get any mail, there's trash all over the lawn.
Drove around all day to find proof      that I'm a rock star, must have been crazy, haven't found proof so far.
It's too early to be drinking, I      wish I had more presents, I'm just drinking anyway, it's December 27th.
Four days til New Year's Eve, still      have stains from Christmas vomit all over my sleeve.
My hair is falling out, too many      coats of dye, can't get drugs until tomorrow no matter how I try.
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