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Stick to the Minors, Son
01:41
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Growing up at the beach, lost at sea
Growing up in a box, far from free
I told my parents I'd be a professional baseball player
But can I tell them the dream was dead
before the Cold War or Desert Storm
The era of Reagan and Bush
Clinton and Bush
passed down from Vietnam
Even before that, as the Red Sun's white flag
was a-flying
We dropped two mammoth bombs
to put the fear of god into anyone or any nation
who went against the notion that the
western empire is the chosen son
Oh god damn, I'm still waiting for that bomb to
drop on me.
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We drove Mallory's car out of the Big Apple
to Barney's cabin
and then western PA to see my parents.
Get me to Pittsburgh
Get me to Columbus
Get me to Cleveland, Detroit and Lansing
Hello, Chicago
Hello, Milwaukee and Madison
We're feeling ambitious
Lets keep this moving
to Iowa and then Minneapolis
Good-bye Big Apple
I'm not coming back until Barrie throws another show
But Sam and I, we'll cross the border
Onward to Jon's house in Stratford, ON
Toronto and London
Bonjour, Trois Riviere, Quebec City
I'll see you again
in the coming years
Straight to BC!
to visit Jesse
then follow southward to California
Hello, New York Taxi!
Good-bye Pittsburgh
I'm back to Baltimore
Still building so you might come
Still building so they might come
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1600 Celsius
02:07
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I spent those first two months
drinking at the Green Castle
A local well
in the town we call home
Broken windows
falling buildings
Everyone seems to be hanging on
Monday. 3 PM.
Curt and I get started
Talking socialized medicine with Bob
Kathy tells us to knock it off
The bar wants to pay for theirs
I guess we're communists
We must be all alone
because that hospital closed down
Lets watch these mills pump pollution
instead of our blood
Lets watch UPMC pull this town's plug
and build a shrine in its place
honoring prior iron fists
Dedicated to henchmen with names like Frick
Broken windows
falling buildings
everyone seems to be hanging on
Broken bottles
busted liver
she seems to be hanging on
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When I grow up
I'm going to be a movie-star
I'll live in Hollywood
I'll drive twelve cars
I won't know how to read or problem-solve
When I grow up
I'm going to be a football god
I'll be in Dallas
limousine and all
I won't know how to read or problem-solve
A small price to pay for riches and fame
I won't have time to watch the decay
of their literacy rate
or the trampling of all beings rights
I'll support the troops
but won't have time to think about
the consequence of another unjust war.
When I grow up,
I'm going to rot away
Dreaming of fortune and fame
As the hum of the TV tube
keeps telling me
I'll make it someday
when I grow up
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We all have belief
The point of argument lies in the body of this
congregation
These mass assemblies are supposed to breed
hope and optimism
Please explain why they're used to justify
that AK in his hands
the explosives on her chest
Lets follow along for tradition's sake!
Praise god for class warfare
Praise god this new American slavery
Praise god these holy roman empires
Praise god for fascist leaders
Praise god for silencing reason
Que justification..
that AK in her hands
the explosives on his chest
Lets following along for tradition's sake!
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Hooray for US!
02:51
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Since I live in the land of the free
I might as well speak my mind
The national anthem makes me want to cry
but not in a prideful patriotic kind of way
From birth until death, may phantoms lead us in
And it makes me want to cry
but not in a Christian, hallelujah kind of way
From birth until death
The free market oxymoron
Those corporations rule our lives
From birth until death
And it makes me want to cry
but not in a god we trust kind of way
From birth until death
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