Bad Lazy Habit

It's hard to listen when I'm flapping my lips in the breeze

Shutting my mouth seems to extra my sensories

I can feel the love, I can feel the hate

I can feel the energies change

I don't believe in power and I don't believe in sin

Just doing what you're told is a bad lazy habit to get in

Trying to pay attention, hope to get there eventually

Stilling the mind, as easy and as hard as can be

I can feel the weakness, I can feel the strength

I can feel the balances shift

I shouldn't have to tell you much less tell you again

Just doing what you're told is a bad lazy habit to get in

Neither master nor slave neither coward nor brave neither wasted nor saved

Neither psycho nor sane neither wild nor tame either way it's the same

It's hard to see with the bells and whistles shining so brightly

Shutting my eyes lets me see the harmony

I can feel the future, I can feel the past

I can feel them meeting right now

One planet with one people, watch the spin

Just doing what you're told is a bad lazy habit to get in

One planet with one people, kindness to all kin

Just doing what you're told is a bad lazy habit to get in

 

High Fructose

You flash a high fructose corn syrup smile

I’m a wily poet and a drinker

You sit and wonder why I walk a crooked mile

La La La, La La La

Looking out for FD&C Yellow No. 1

You left Fox News on for the children

Live by the bible and swear by the gun

La La La, La La La

"Hell Was Made for Deadbeat Moms", your sign says

What the hell does that mean?

In your noble cause I see Santa Claus

Bringing lumps of coal and gasoline

You wear that hamburger helper disguise

I’m a wily poet and a thinker

Don’t sit there soaking up the company lies

La La La, La La La

 

Somebody's Crazy

Blowing up whole mountains for the coal that's in the ground

Go back to building nuke plants right when 3 are melting down

Engineer the food so I don't even want it

Modify the genes so they can spray more poison on it

I look around and as far as I can see

Somebody's crazy and it's not me

Got to love those cars since their prophets stopped the trains

Now petroleum's the juice they've got us slamming in our veins

We'll do anything to get it like some oil craving junkie

Takes four thousand pounds of car to move two hundred pounds of monkey

I look around and as far as I can see

Somebody's crazy and it's not me

Stockpiling warheads enough to blow us all to hell

They're weaponizing anthrax and they weaponize it well

Missiles in the silos ready in one second flat

Splice ebola genes on smallpox, Jesus -  whose idea was that?!

I look around and as far as I can see

Somebody's crazy and it's not me

 

Labels

I’m only a theoretical drug offender

But I’m about to go off on another bender

I don’t belong

What I need is a good back scratching

Or maybe a little positive thinking

I’m only a theoretical underachiever

But I’m about to go off on another teaser

I can’t be wrong

What I need is someone good and strong to guide me through

when the raid goes down in a college town

Cover my back, cover my back

Emotional I.Q. it’s all right this time around

I’ll be recovering, I’ll be recovering

All that’s been taken, taken from me

I’ll be recovering, I’ll be recovering

 

Mean Wind

People rounded up in Postville for their race and where they're from

Like cattle at the fairgrounds till the deportation comes

They're trying to bust the unions from Keokuk to Madison

Iowa, Ohio, Idaho and Michigan

The mean wind howling down on Main Street

Is the blast from when the rich folks slammed the door

The people are rising and we're pissed off

We're not gonna take it anymore

Black man in Cedar Rapids he got 20 years for real

For stealing fifteen dollars that he didn't even steal

Wall Street steals trillions numbers I can't understand

They'll never see a day in any prison in this land

They steal health care from sick people they steal housing form the poor

They steal pensions from the old folks and they spend it on their war

I'm real slow to anger, I get that from my Dad

But it's been a long time coming and I am really fucking mad

 

Beg Borrow or Steal

I won’t beg borrow or steal

Please don’t cast your shadow on my freedom

I’ll take a pass on religion

and give myself to you cause you’re real

I won’t beg borrow or steal

You’re not some notorious self-possessed genius

Who can’t carry a tune while he scorns the band

And I was half crazy homeless

Two left feet in love, one helpless hand

 

Girl from the Island of Misfit Toys

She doesn't like to watch TV, she says it makes it hard to see

Reads "Overthrow" and "Answer Me" and "Little House on the Prairie"

She listens to the ancient things, Chaka Khan and Bach and Wings

But when she hears Al Green she sings a little flat and oh so pretty

And the basket on her bicycle is full of real good things to eat

And she wears a wristwatch on her foot 'cause her hands already feel complete

She wonders if there's some boy somewhere

Writing her a love song on his porch swing

She says "Don't be silly, stupid"

I know she's out there somewhere wading through a sea of fit boys

She's a girl from the island of misfit toys

She's got a cat named Al Capone and they both like to be alone

Right now they're probably at home watching birds fly through the window

She makes herself a pecan pie she'll eat it later when she’s high

She sees the others passing by and wonders who is crazy

 

Waiting for the Crest

I guess it’s time to say good-bye to all fair weather friends

Since we woke up to the sound of the water creeping in

Seeping in without a care, breaking down our little nest

That we built with peace and love, now we’re waiting for the crest

Waiting for the Crest

And all over the world there are people suffering more

and our little disaster can’t compare to the endless war

That our government is waging against the people of Iraq

Against the people of Afghanistan, the troops ain’t coming back

They never want to bring them back

We’ve got to push them and pressure them to bring them back

Be like water

I guess it’s time to say hello to all the people we still don’t know

As we pass them on the street I hear the water rushing near my feet

And if there’s ever been a time to see beyond one selfish mind

Feel beyond one selfish heart, now’s the time to start

We’ve got to push them and pressure them to make a start

Be like water

 

There's Nothing New about Fucking the Poor

This one is a neo-liberal that one is a neo-con

They both love those corporations now all my money's gone

I always thought "neo" meant something new but I've been wrong before

My Latin's just a little bit rusty friend, does "neo" mean "fucking the poor"?

There's nothing new about fucking the poor

There's nothing new about fucking the poor

Neo this, neo that, I smell the same old rat

This one is a neo-colonial working for the World Bank

Open up your markets or he's sending in the tanks

You'll be paying Bechtel for your water, Monsanto for your food

If he doesn't like who you elected, they're getting their ass couped

And it's neo geo me-o my-o stolen elections in Ohio

Doesn't really matter it's the choices that make me cry-o

Whichever pro-war corporate whore millionaire you want to vote for

One thing's for sure, they'll be fucking the poor

Look there goes a neo-nazi with his pointy little head

6 billion people, he wants most of 'em dead

He doesn't have a pot to piss in, his job was first to go

Rich white men fucked him, he blames Mexico

 

4-17-09 (The Business of Killing)

She’s been practicing for about 5 years

She’s tall and pretty and she wears high heels

She has student loan debt but she always works hard

For the hot tub and swimming pool in the back yard

She goes to the tanning bed and she goes to the mall

She wants the best for her daughter and she hopes she’ll be tall

She doesn’t care about politics, the crooks are all the same

She sets her sights on fortune, she’s smitten more by fame

And the business of killing goes on

I wonder if she knows that on April 17 they released

the torture memos

John Yoo, Jay Bybee, and Steve Bradbury

3 cowboy counselors on a criminal torture spree

Now Bybee’s a judge who still sits on the bench

How can anyone with half a brain still sit on the fence?

And the business of killing goes on

I wonder if she knows just how bad things can get inside Guantanamo

He’s been practicing for 30 odd years

He revels in the luxuries and he lives for the beers

He wants the best for his family but the company wants more

He never takes a case pro bono, no time for the poor

And the business of killing goes on

I wonder if he knows that on April 17 they released

the torture memos

 

Rocket Surgeon

People with way more than they need

invest it and get more and more exponentially

People who don't have what they need

borrow and get poor and poorer exponentially

How it all connects it's as simple as E to the X

The rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting poorer

And we all just get jerked along

It doesn't take a rocket surgeon to figure out that's wrong

Everybody knows you don't get something for nothing

Profit comes from labor that's the hitch

If anybody's getting a paycheck for not working

It ought to be people who aren't already rich

People with way more than they need

Buy some politicians rig the laws and feed the greed

People who don't have what they need work and slave and fall behind

Use credit cards to eat

The robber barons live, their machines combobulate the derivatives

The rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting poorer

While we all drink from just one cup

It doesn't take a rocket surgeon to see that that's fucked up

 

What Would Alexander Berkman Do

Push-up bras and protocols

Deep mud spas and Barbie dolls

Billiard halls filled with friends

The bowling alley, a means to an end

Will the markets crash before the ice caps melt

A bird flu pandemic, your Dad with a belt

Philanthropy and philosophy

Your daily prescription of hypocrisy

I ask myself, what would Alexander Berkman do?

In this new gilded age, can’t be a hero in a prisoner’s cage

on a virtual page, derision and rage

You like to dance to that same old music

How can you like it

You couldn’t see through it

Anatomy or analogy

Your daily prescription of hypocrisy

I ask myself, what would Alexander Berkman do?

 

Rules

No cigarette smoking here. Rules, Rules

Can't get married if you're queer. Rules, Rules, Rules

Not supposed to rob and murder. Don't chew gum in the hall.

Somebody wrote some rules down and hung them on the wall.

Good folks they don't need them bad folks pay no mind at all.

There's right, there's wrong and then there's rules.

Don't do this and don't do that and do do this and do do that.

Face it folks the rules are arbitrary. Makes you wonder if they're necessary.

You don't have to be a visionary to see that we can rule ourselves.

Must be 21 to drink. Rules, Rules.

“Thou shalt not kill”.....you think? Rules, Rules, Rules

Can't turn right on red here. Don't commit that genocide.

There's rules against it buddy, you'd better abide.

Good folks just do good things bad folks never even tried.

There's right, there's wrong and then there's rules.

Don't do this and don't do that and do do this and do do that.

Rules are just the power that's behind them.

Big monkey with stick say you must mind them.

But all the little monkeys can unbind themselves and sticks grow on trees.

Can't give hungry people food. Rules, Rules

Everything banks do is good! Rules, Rules, Rules

Can't smoke marijuana. Don't put poison in the stew.

Somebody wrote some rules down. Somebody isn't you.

Good folks just do good things bad folks tell them not to do.

There's right, there's wrong and then there's rules.

 

New World Orderly

I spend my days in the New World Orderly workspace

Everywhere is cameras on me

I have been retrofitted with a tracking device so they can see where I might be

Who it might be that see where I might be I don't know

The folks who run this place are crazy, mean and out of control

They try to cover it up with this fake-ass Disney John Wayne Gacy clown face

I'm telling you this place will drive you crazy

I don't mind working I mind tyranny

I mind people thinking they’re lord over me

They're making it a struggle to be free

I spend my days trying to think of ways I can beat this

Everywhere is invisible chains

Debts, taxes, wages, electric spies and lies my blinders my bit, my reins

That somebody slyly steering me sounds an alarm

Arrogant obtuse and mean as hell I mean them harm

They're trying to dress the whole world

in their corporate gangster mono-culture outfit

I'm telling you this shit will drive you crazy

 

Sorry I Treated You Bad

Silver maples and cottonwoods

Here by the river life is so good

Has it been twenty years since I first made you mad

I'm sorry I treated you bad

I'd walk to work with tears in my eyes

Met you on the rebound

then I cheated and lied

I took you for granted like a mom or a dad

I'm sorry I treated you bad

Nothing makes me more sad

than to know we just can't be friends

You've got your pride, I've got my baby

You're in that scene, why was I so mean?

Back in those days I was so dumb

I played silly games and I selfishly won

But I'm looking for Peace despite all that I've done

I'm sorry I treated you bad

 

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