*War on the Streets in 2820*

Don’t tell me your problems
Because I probably want to hear them
But i dont need to hear them
You see what im saying?
Leave me alone

This guy’s getting too cocky
We need to boost the power on his respector
Leave him be
You add anymore you’ll kill him
Don’t tell me what you need

I want to be in the light of the city
I want you to die
You won’t be happy if that happens
I won’t ever be happy
And neither will you

He’s been shot
What is there to do
Someone call a doctor
Leave him be
Let him die with dignity



*Love Song Cliche*

It’ll be awhile before I think of you
But don’t kid yourself
You’re nothing special
It’s just sometimes I get really bored
You know, and I think about the old days
Just don’t think I want you back
Because I really want you back

This is my only love song
It’s for you
It’s really cliche
And I like it that way
Fuck this
I’m not that gay



*This State*

We want to be the soldiers of misfortune
But all we ever get is time so distorted
If there was ever a time when we weren’t bored
Well I wouldn’t be here today
Our lives are ruled by the mind
So we need to shut it off sometimes
We need the quiet noise
Just for a little while

Depressive anxiety is best for society
If we want them to be like us
They must adjust
This crappy way of living is so uplifting
Lets get them down to the bone
Eat you’re way out and you’ll find there’s no way out
No way out



*Sea Man*

Divers on their last expedition
I hope its a good one
After this we’re calling it quits
Retirement is such a bitch
Lets call it off you sea-legged twigs
I want a break from you dicks
I’m getting to that age
When I’m in desparage
I’m in denial
And I’m going senile
I want to live on
And see my children gone
But this isn’t fantasy
Its goddamn reality
And I know I’m at the end of days
And I’ll say goodbye to the great waves
So let’s dock the bay
Whether you like it or not
I’m callin’ it a day



*Brains in the Forest*

Swamp cleaners
All they know is to get rid of the dirty
That stinky living
It’s where I want to be
And I’ll be down there if anyone wants to join me

Living in oblivion
It’s what I want for everyone
But this isn’t happening
I don’t see why it can’t work
I want to make it work for our future
If anything we need to learn
Expand your mind to grasp what I’m saying
I’m not saying anything

Swamp cleaners
All they know is fun facts about spuds
The forest creatures don’t want anything to do with them
But we want to be friends
I want us to get along
But those bully shiny winies
What they want they’ll never get
And if you can’t see this you probably cant see much
Look into your heart
What you’ll see is blood

Swamp cleaners
And their so called great ideas
They’re full of crap
And I want you to know
We love you
But we use our brain and not our fists

*The End, With Your Host, Gary Devine!*

A thousand times before the ocean dies
And I’m waiting for that day I can see it
And lay there satisfied that I made it this far
It will be a blessing from no one above
If only I had someone with me
At the end of it all
But there wont be anyone there
No one will be there to witness the end
The end of all this fudgery and bludgery
I’ll be glad to finally say
Good riddance to this grande insanity and here’s to glory nothingness and my stay!