1. |
I Beat Up Nietzsche
01:49
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I beat up Nietzsche
And I whupped his ass
And I got all radical and shit
On Horkheimer and Habermas
Yeah I beat 'em down
And I went upstairs
And I caught 'em all
Quite unawares
And I saw the Man
And the master plan
And the secret star
And the mojo hand
Yeah I saw it
Yeah and I saw it
Yeah I saw it
Yeah I saw it
Yeah
Michel Foucault, you're a dead man
Jacques Derrida, you're dead
Francois Lyotard, dead
Jean Baudrillard, dead
Gilles Deleuze, Felix Guattari,
I'm kicking every last one of you motherfuckers to the curb
Well I beat up Nietzsche
And I whupped his ass
And I got all radical and shit
On Horkheimer and Habermas
Yeah I saw it
Yeah I saw it
Yeah I saw it
You're all under arrest
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2. |
Kick Out Yr Soul
03:48
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It wasn't so much a political movement as the description of a dry itching that started in his genitals and ended in his arms. And what great arms they were: Hawk surface-to-air missiles, AK-47 assault rifles, M-16 machine guns, C4 polyisobutylene and freedom wait that's not how it goes and equality well that's not how it goes and redemption that's not how it goes and we all come through but that's not how it goes, it goes:
When the guns come out of their closets
When bullets can no longer sleep
When knives can't keep their clothes on
Deep, deep in the city streets
Like a molotov soaked in butter
Slipped in your drink at your ny-quil party
I come not to speak to your souls
I come to speak to your bodies
10,000 years are gonna take their toll
10,000 years on their flesh dole
We can take back what they stole
Now bodies are gonna take control and
Kick out the soul
Kick out the soul
Kick out the soul
Kick out the soul
God god now oh kick 'em out go
Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, for 10,000 years you've been accused, accursed and admonished by the souls - pale imitations, invaders from inner space who come to operate us bodies like robots and run reality like a video game. Well I say it's time to take the power back. I say it's time to take the souls, all their books, all their ideas, put them in the middle of the town square and burn them down. Destroy language. The pile of bodies will rise like a new tower by which to storm heaven for freedom that's not how it goes and liberty that's not how it goes and justice that's not how it goes and a still small voice that's not how it goes, it goes:
When the guns come out of their closets
When bullets can no longer sleep
When knives can't keep their clothes on
Deep, deep in the city streets
Like a molotov soaked in butter
Slipped in your drink at your ny-quil party
I come not to speak to your souls
I come to speak to your bodies
10,000 years are gonna take their toll
10,000 years on their flesh dole
We can take back what they stole
Now bodies are gonna take control and
Kick out the soul
Kick out the soul
Kick out the soul
Kick out the soul
God god now oh kick 'em out go
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3. |
New End Times
03:20
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Drive my car baby
What did I eat
It's out on the sidewalk
It's into the street
It's in my mouth baby
It's starting to bleed
It's in my fingers
Where I feed
And on the air the music stops between notes fractured into decibels,
The innocence howls like light
Only when you breathe the apocalypse in flesh tones
You lose yourself you swallow and swim down
Can you see what crawls up in
In the back of your eyes baby
What a mess
It's in my hair now
About to confess
While some gods hear the adoring call
And smash their angels on the walls
And on the air the people slit their throats, fat, in rhythm
as the great ad breaks
the infinite now primetime
I'd watch it but the apocalypse is the ultimate entertainment
The apocalypse has been done so many times
When you realize that this moment is the same one that we lost
Written on a paper that you thought was on a train
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4. |
Suck My Heart
03:21
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5. |
Get Possessed
02:03
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Listen little children
With your hands in your pockets
You'll be running around sideways
You'll be talking backwards
With the hand of glory
With your riot of natures
Mixed with wide emotions
You'll be looking wrong for days
Now get possessed
Greedy little children
With your running fingers
You'll be talking sideways
You'll be running around backwards
Singing hallelujah with the holy rollers
With the good intentions as they slip into the fog
Now get possessed
Slurpy whistle slipping light on fingers
Sliding all around backwards
Creeping through your shimmy yaya white electric
Dancing nice and easy
Pleasing all your vectors
'Til the circuits all connect
Now get possessed
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6. |
Work
02:17
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Work is too big
Time is too slow
Filled up with days
Ready to blow
Into business
Into new facts
Negotiate a
Brand new social contract
Driving around
Empty the tank
Pour another
Into the bank
Take a number
Bringing it home
Store in on your
Brand new jailbreaked iphone
Little Hare to foreign tower
Don't let 100 flowers bloom
Keep in contact (100)
You won't see again (pages)
Keeping track of (typed out)
Your investments (collate)
Your new client (Ronin)
Enver Hoxha (asset)
Brand new icepick (insurance)
Williams-Sonoma
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7. |
You Should Be Gayer
01:22
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You go to every show
Your macho haircut blows
Young boy so punk rock
You should be sucking cock
You should be gayer
You have a stupid life
A husband and a wife
Sit in your recliner
Penis in vagina
You should be gayer
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8. |
The Revolution is Dead
03:15
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Now you're older and wiser
But I will never be
And the flag you hang for freedom
Never meant for me
You say you'll change the system from the inside
But you know you are a liar
Because the outside of the system doesn't exist
So there can't be an inside either
Now raise the salute with the gun in your hand
Aim for your temple and fire
Because the revolution is dead
I cut off its head
I nibbled at its ear
And it found a new career
To be a part per billion
Dissolved into the solution
Oh well the revolution is dead
Long live the revolution
So we'll turn the screw of revolution
And we'll turn it upside down
We'll turn all your sad smiles
Into our happy frowns
The past becomes the future
As the winners lose
And we make up everything true
But you know it would have worked
If it hadn't been for you
Because the revolution is dead
I cut off its head
I nibbled at its ear
And it found a new career
And I'll never collaborate in any final solution
The revolution is dead
Long live the revolution
Well the revolution is dead
I cut off its head
I nibbled at its ear
And it found a new career
Because I'd rather be part of the problem than part of the solution
The revolution is dead
Long live the revolution
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9. |
Blocking
05:23
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Why do I make all these movements?
They flash and splinter
They don't make sense
They grind and divide
They shift and sing
They don't produce
Fertile offspring
Where do I put my hands and feet?
You look at me, I freeze like fate
Why are we here?
Where did we go?
When did we leave?
Is it too late?
It's over
Going on
Making conversation
The image center
A worn-out scene
Now that my soul
Is on TV
Born in this body
I'm on the spot
Just like a picture
I stop
It's over
Going on
Making conversation
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10. |
Mammon
06:33
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There's only one star
In the sudden tonight
And it's Mammon
That's where I go
And it's how I know
It's Mammon
For as the strong deceive
Still there's some that believe
In demons
And there's only one star
And it's where you are
And it's Mammon
And it's Mammon that sits in your seat
On the chariot
And it's Mammon that stains all your sheets
When you carry it
You must marry it
'Cause it's Mammon
From this debt I'm in
Even the whispering wind
Spells Mammon
Because there's only one God served
In an American Church
And it's Mammon
And it's Mammon that knows all your tricks and schemes
Because it's Mammon that stands all fixed in your dreams
Darling Mammon
My debutante, do everything you want for Mammon
Just see if I don't do everything I won't for Mammon
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11. |
Virtu Part 1
06:18
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How does it sound?
How does it taste?
How does it feel
when I
blow it
all over
your face?
They are interested
They are so vested
They are invested
They are interested in you
Come on and join the party
Come on and join the party
Omerta
I am the slave of no one
Waiting in the labyrinth
Waiting in the desert
Waiting for no one
to come
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12. |
Virtu Part 2
03:23
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I will walk
And I'll try
But I can't follow
My ego
The ego is an angel
And angels are the heralds of the kingdom of madness
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