Lyrics/ Jason
Music/ Mark and Adam



1. Hang Em' High

Hang em til the last ones dead
Hang em til the last ones dead
Hang em til the last ones dead
Let them know we're coming out to kill

Behind gentle eyes, beneath Brooks Brother's gray
the cold calculations of the beast burn hard

For West Virginia miners
and CONAIE in Ecuador
for Delhi child labor
and Niger Delta poor

we kill
we kill
we kill
we kill
....die!!!

Lets hang em fucking high.



2. Scene and Not Heard

Crawling out en masse, they gather
Turkey flop platoons, will scatter
Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting
Always 'scene' and never heard, these core eyesores

What have we learned, in seventeen years
of glam-rock in the grave?
-That history repeats itself...again

...And right on cue, Pavlov's dogs will dance

"Like dude, this band just sucked until they broke it down!"
...its coming yet again, I think I feel it, its coming right now...dance you fashion fuckers!

Brie Brie Brie! (It's a fuckin good cheese!) You gotta love it!

Always posing, myspace whoring
mascara and sleeve tattoo
narcissists in 'youth small' clothing
...next Nirvana, where are you?



3. Love it or Leave It

From 'shock and awe' to 'cut and run'
the parlance of our times
is shut your mouth or ship it out
"We don't need you traitorous swine!"

Tropes that tie the noose-
from mediating whores
to bastard criticizers
who dare to question W's war

Vagaries of verse
In sound-bite serenade
The Crawford-texas curse?
Veracity is vilified again!

Boiling under pressure
quixotic aspirations hem the wheel
and the blindness of the captain
steers Jesusland through icy waters still

full steam ahead!!!


4. Discordia

Line by line the artifacts spilling across a western world awash in imagery and apathy entrenched
We dine together in here on stark, immiserating axioms, make our beds, dig our graves
Bled from this cold irrationality onto the corpse of a world...we never asked for.