1. |
Rent Strike
02:51
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There's a curious sort of creature
Who earns because he owns.
His work is never working
While we work to make him bones.
It's his plan, you understand,
For the land that he hoards
To be a right parasite,
And his name is landlord.
Landlord never fix the pipes.
Landlord never fix the heat.
Landlord never fix the pipes.
Landlord never fix the heat.
Tenants' union got him beat.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent,
Not one cent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
Landlord doesn't kill the mold.
Landlord doesn't kill the mice.
Landlord doesn't kill the mold.
Landlord doesn't kill the mice.
Tenants' union gonna strike.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent,
Not one cent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
Landlord try to change our vote.
Landlord try to get him laid.
Landlord try to change our vote.
Landlord try to get him laid.
Tenants' union gonna say,
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent,
Not one cent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
Landlord won't replace the fridge.
Landlord won't replace the stove.
Landlord won't replace the fridge.
Landlord won't replace the stove.
Sing the chorus. Here it goes.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent,
Not one cent.
We ain't gonna pay the rent.
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In Thursday heat in Dallas
It was the early morn
When the John Brown Gun Club
Got the early warn
There was to be a homeless sweep
Beneath the overpass
Shelters, clothes, IDs, and food
Thrown into the trash
If you're sleeping on the streets
And you don't know what to do
John Brown's guns
Live in twenty twenty-two
And as long as I live
I won't forget the day
The coppers said "Oh well"
And we sent them on their way
Around six in the evening
John Brown put out a tweet
For a 9 am response to
Open carry in the street
I spent all day spreading the word
I didn't sleep at night
I was loading ammunition
In my trusty Armalite
If you're sleeping on the streets
And you don't know what to do
John Brown's guns
Live in twenty twenty-two
And as long as I live
I won't forget the day
The coppers said "Oh well"
And we sent them on their way
On early Friday morning
The comrades kept a grip
On the rifles on their shoulders
And the handguns on their hips
The pigs they took one look at us
Didn't know what to say
The coppers said "Oh well"
And we sent them on their way
If you're sleeping on the streets
And you don't know what to do
John Brown's guns
Live in twenty twenty-two
And as long as I live
I won't forget the day
The coppers said "Oh well"
And we sent them on their way
The coppers said "Oh well"
And we sent them on their way
The coppers said "Oh well"
And we sent them on their way
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3. |
Poopin on the Clock
02:48
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Haven't got a union
My coworkers suffer silently
Some get revenge by stealing from the stock
Mine comes after lunchtime
I clock in hit the lavatory
Sit on the toilet; give the door a lock
Poopin on the clock
Poopin on the clock
Poopin on the clock
Poopin on the clock
I break windfall profits by breaking wind
I put the 'butt' in 'sabotage'
I can evade the shepherd of the flock
I take compensation for taking craps
It's my digestive bricolage
In my dookie producing a fiduciary shock
Poopin on the clock
Poopin on the clock
Poopin on the clock
Poopin on the clock
Boss makes a dollar; I make a dime
That's why I poop on company time
Pull down your pants, and join the tuchus bloc
HR might give trainings
But going number two is not a crime
At the end of the day there's nothing they can dock
Poopin on the clock
Poopin on the clock
Poopin on the clock
Poopin on the clock
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4. |
Abolitionist's Lament
01:57
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Eric Garner sold loose cigarettes
But no one else perceived him as a threat
Was killed by officer Pantaleo
That banned chokehold ain't banned today
So give more money to the cops
We're gonna give more money to the cops
We're gonna give em more training till it stops
We're gonna give em all the gadgets
Keep their guns and keep their badges
Gonna give more money to the cops
Freddie Gray did time for selling drugs
But mostly didn't bother anyone
Was arrested and for 30 minutes
Lost his life in a van unbuckled in it
So give more money to the cops
We're gonna give more money to the cops
We're gonna give em more training till it stops
We're gonna give em all the gadgets
Keep their guns and keep their badges
Gonna give more money to the cops
George Floyd went down to the corner store
As he had done so many times before
The shop called the cops cause his bill looked fake
A pig held him down, and his life he'd take
So give more money to the cops
We're gonna give more money to the cops
We're gonna give em more training till it stops
We're gonna give em all the gadgets
Keep their guns and keep their badges
Gonna give more money to the cops
We're gonna give more money to the cops
We're gonna give em more training till it stops
We're gonna give em all the gadgets
Keep their guns and keep their badges
Gonna give more money to the cops
ACAB
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Ain't it a shame to close a border on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to close a border on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to close a border on a Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday
Oh Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to gas children on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to gas children on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to gas children on a Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday
Oh Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to kill a child on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to kill a child on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to kill a child on a Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday
Oh Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
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6. |
Radical Faggots
01:42
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Calling all degenerates
The time has finally come
To cast aside their guilt and sin
And take their churches with a gun
Paint their pews a sparkly purple
Cruise in confession
Use it as our fucking space
Till we take the pastor's home
It's time you know
It's time you know
It's time you know
Radical faggots
Fuck you all you fascist pigs
It's time to arm the queers
To kill conversion therapists
And squat their camps and drink some beers
Burn down every precinct
It's everything they fear
The state's created to be smashed
That day is finally here
It's time you know
It's time you know
It's time you know
Radical faggots
It's time you know
It's time you know
It's time you know
Rad fags
If they come in firing
We're going on the attack
Run for cover, look around
And pick up anything you can
Throw it at that motherfucker
Rush and kick his ass
Our elders kicked out of the closet
We're not going back
It's time you know
It's time you know
It's time you know
It's time you know
It's time you know
It's time you know
It's time you know
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