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Problematic
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Problematic
I used to believe in you, it was so automatic. But now every time I think of you, my head just fills with static! And now I see it's true: Baby, you're so problematic! I used to believe in you, it was so automatic. But now every time I think of you, my head just fills with static! And now I see it's true: Theory, you're so problematic! I thought you were ideal, one of a kind, that you could explain the whole world to this constantly-boggled mind. But now all I see are holes in your logic. You got my head spinning around until I feel like I'm gonna be sick! I used to believe in you, it was so automatic. But now every time I think of you, my head just fills with static! And now I see it's true: Dogma, you're so problematic! At first it was so great, so passionate. I would have followed you anywhere. Yeah, even right off a cliff. Everything just seemed so clear, like it had finally come into focus. You really had me going with your bogus hocus pocus!
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Blew Bossa
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Blew Bossa Why do you say that you fear you’ll always be lonely to me, when you know I’d gladly be your one and only? Why do you say that you fear you’ll always be lonely to me, when you know I’d gladly be your one and only? Well, if you’d open your eyes, maybe you could see how I tried so hard to forget these feelings, but after each encounter, I find myself reeling. And no, I don’t wanna complicate things, but why do you treat my poor heart like your plaything? It’s not fair. Do you even care?
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Orange Alert Day
05:01
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Orange Alert Day It's an orange alert day, somebody brought toothpaste on the airplane, and I think I'm getting a migraine sorting all the billboards in my brain! First it's terrorists, then it's socialists, drug-pushing pimps, illegal immigrants! The news caster makes war seem fun 'cause his parent company supplies the guns. I turn on the TV and it screams its way into my dreams. That little box took my imagination. It's got me out shopping instead of creating. Does history happen to me? Or do I happen to history? It's an orange alert day, somebody brought toothpaste on the airplane, and I think I'm getting a migraine sorting all the billboards in my brain! It's an orange alert day, somebody brought hair gel on the airplane. Maybe my stomach's been feeling so sick from swallowing all this bullshit! Some patriotic love before Two Minutes Hate. You're what you own, and everything's just great! Against science we've been waging a war, but “faith alone won't sustain us” no more! Then we'll pretend the environment's partisan, while kids who act like kids get put on Ritalin. Taught from early on to take, take, take, and then we wonder why we're all overweight! Now it's an orange alert day, somebody brought toothpaste on the airplane, and I think I'm getting a migraine sorting all the billboards in my brain! Now it's an orange alert day, somebody brought hair gel on the airplane, and I think I'm getting a migraine sorting all the billboards in my brain! Does history happen to me? Or do I happen to history? Do things just happen to me? What do I believe?...Teach yourself to think! Now it's a red alert day, we need a new excuse to invade. We'll keep the global order in place by bringin' the heathens forced, fake, “free” trade. It's a yellow alert day, you'd better get on your knees and pray so Jesus can come take us away after we leave the Earth a barren waste! Now it's an orange alert day! Now it's a red alert day! It's a yellow alert day! HA HA HA!
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Iraq 'N Roll
03:53
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Iraq 'N Roll
I had a normal life, two kids and a wife. We were civilized, but now all that has died. When it started, you could see, like fireworks on your TV: Shining brilliantly. But those bright lights came and took away my family. We don't want to be your colony, and we'll never be. Now this hate runs deep. We had a country, real 21st-Century, with all the luxuries: running water, electricity. Now, I ain't got a job and I heard you wanna kill my God! Well, we'll never be your fucking colony!
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You're My Anchor, Baby
04:04
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You're My Anchor, Baby Let's all fuck each other, 'til we're all the same color. When everyone looks just like your brother, it'll be that much harder to hate one another. And you're my anchor, baby. By now I could have been swept away in this stormy sea called the USA. But you held tight and saved me; the only one who could understand, now it's time we revealed our Master Plan: The xenophobia can't win once all citizens have beautiful brown skin, with only one race left: Human (we all win). And you're my anchor, baby. By now I could have been swept away in this stormy sea called the USA. But you held tight and saved me; the only one who could understand, now it's time we reveal our Master Plan, it goes: Miscegenation. It's that groovy sensation! Hear me talkin' 'bout miscegenation! It's gonna be sweepin' the nation! ;) And you're my anchor, baby. By now I could have been swept away in this stormy sea called the USA. But you held tight and saved me; the only one who could understand. Now we got oil tankers, crooked bankers, racists so filled with rancor, but love's my anchor.
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