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1. Operation Rescue
2. Punk Rock Song
3. Tomorrow
4. A Walk
5. God Song
6. Pity The Dead
7. 1000 More Fools
8. Drunk Sincerity
9. Generator
10. Change Of Ideas
11. Portrait Of Authority
12. What It Is
13. Dream Of Unity
14. Sanity
15. American Jesus
16. Do What You Want
17. Part III
18. Ten In 2010
19. No Direction
20. Along The Way
21. Recipe For Hate
22. Fuck Armageddon . . . This Is Hell
23. Itís Reciprocal
24. Struck A Nerve
25. Leave Mine To Me
26. Tested
27. No Control

Operation Rescue

it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically,
signs of our distress don't allow complacency,
we need restoration now of our morality and a
drastic bold reminder of our mortality,
the rectifying troop is here,
the ones we have needed all these years to stop
the heinous wrongdoings and verify our moral
benevolence as a people,
operation, operation rescue,
they're here to right our fall,
they have heard a troubled call,
operation, operation rescue,
you may wonder where they come from,
but I just wonder why they're here at all,
life ever-after itís what they're in business for,
see them brandish the key to their kingdoms door,
it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me
but it's not overwhelming as they wish it to be,
if no one believed in fairy tales
there would be nothing they could do but fail
yet everywhere we look someone is trying to reassure our
moral benevolence as a people,
operation, operation rescue,
they're here to right our fall,
theyíve heard our troubled call,
operation, operation rescue,
you may wonder where they come from,
but I just wonder what compels them all
operation, operation rescue
operation, operation rescue
randall terry
you may wonder where they come from
but I just wonder why theyíre here at all.

Punk Rock Song

letís go
have you been to the desert?
have you walked with the dead?
there's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
and the figures don't lie they speak of human disease
but we do what we want and we think what we please
have you lived the experience?
have you witnessed the plague?
people making babies sometimes just to escape
in this land of competition the compassion is gone
yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
we keep pushing on
this is just a punk rock song
written for the people who can see something's wrong
like ants in a colony we do our share
but there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
and this is just a punk rock song
have you visited the quagmire?
have you swam in the shit?
the party conventions and the real politik
the faces always different, the rhetoric the same
but we swallow it, and we see nothing change
nothing has changed . . .
this is just a punk rock song
written for the people who can see something's wrong
like workers in a company we do our share
but there's so many other fuckin' robots out there
and this is just a punk rock song
10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain
big strong people unwilling to give
small in vision and perspective
one in five kids below the poverty line
one population runnin' out of time
this is just a punk rock song
written for the people who can see something's wrong
like ants in a colony we do our share
but there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
and this is just a punk rock song
Figures donít lie they speak of human disease
but we do what we want and we think what we please
one in five kids below the poverty line
one mother fucker running out of time
this is just a punk rock song, this is just a punk rock song
this is just a punk rock song.

Tomorrow

every day we profit so,
leaning towards the great unknown,
asking how it pertains to tomorrow
aim for places we've not been,
trample paths that go between,
yesterdays foundations and tomorrow
it's the way they say it's got to be,
we spear ahead and forge our destiny,
who do the represent?, who do you believe?,
make a sound decision for others to heed
try to set a faster pace, try to build a master race,
one that will make a contribution to tomorrow
it's the way they say it's got to be,
we put aside our fears and make history,
the clothes are in the dryer and the writing is on the wall
we're doing everything we can stop this fall
everyday we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown.

A Walk

I'm going for a walk, not the after dinner kind
I'm gonna use my hands, and I'm gonna use my mind
and who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
you can't even tie your own fucking shoes
your closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down
and I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around
so I'm going for a walk, not the after dinner kind
I'm gonna use my hands and I'm gonna use my mind
and I'm gonna build a world independent and exempt
all alone I'll be an empire with no mortgage and no rent
and I don't need to live in your fucked up zoo
you can't even feed the animals donated to you
your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls
and you expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall?
Iím going for a walk
and I know you're watching! everything I do
call me threat to your children call me socially unglued
call me master of insanity, unable to relate
call me lazy, bane, and filthy
call me monstrous reprobate
I'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do
cause I don't have to live like you
Iím going for a walk, Iím going for a walk
going for a walk Iím going for a walk
going for a walk going for a walk
going for a walk Iím going for a walk
Iím going for a walk Iím going for a walk
thank you.

God Song

this is one of Ďem from a few years back
this oneís called god song
and did those feet in ancient times
trod america's pastures of green?
and did that anthropocentric god wane
with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen?
I don't think so,
he's up there with the others laying low,
vying with those who you've traded
your life to bless your soul,
and have they told you how to think,
cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy?
or have you escaped scrutiny,
and regaled yourself with depravity?
now we all see, "religion is just synthetic
frippery, unnecessary in our expanding
global culture efficiency
and don't you fear this impasse
we have built to our future?
ever so near, ever so near
and oh so austere.

Pity The Dead

this tunes called pity the dead
letís go
there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon,
and a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon
and there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries
so they pass away alone into the night
why do we pity the dead?
are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head?
look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
oh why do we pity the dead?
well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay,
and you whisper to yourself blissfully "it's okay"
you still refuse the possibility that the dead are better off than we
why do we pity the dead?
are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head
look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
oh why do we pity the dead? pity the dead!
tell me what you see, tell me what you know
is there anyone who lives a painless life?
if there is show me so
the destitute and famished, demonic and the
banished, dejected and the ostracised, the
brainwashed and the paralysed, the conquered
and objectified, the few who see the other side
tell me what you see! It's a mortal wretched cacophony
letís go
in the end you may find there's no guiding subtle light,
no ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right
just eternal silence and dormancy
and a final everlasting peace
why do we pity the dead?
are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head?
look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
oh why do we pity the dead?
why do we pity the dead! why do we pity the dead!

1000 More Fools

I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth,
phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth,
I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes,
inchoate beatitude, the Lord of the flies,
and what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
kaleidoscopic images of love on the way,
brother you'd better get down on your arse and pay,
1000 more fools are being born
every fuckiní day,
they try to tell me that the lamb is on the way,
with microwave transmissions they bombard us every day,
the masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep,
the vortex of their minds ensconced within
the murky deep
and what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
kaleidoscopic images of love on the way,
all of you'd better get down on your arse and pay,
1000 more fools are being born every fuckiní day.

Drunk Sincerity

thank you bob
hereís a tune called drunk sincerity
letís go
the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
and the croaking speech he'd heard from countless counsellors before
they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer
but I know you can succeed, I used to have it so much rougher
there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
and like fools we trust the delivery
but it's all just drunk sincerity, itís all just drunk sincerity
in maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube
the numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view
then the generals said "we donít want our boys dead
your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon"
there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
and like fools we trust the delivery
but it's all just drunk sincerity
with steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car
and adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars
you heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips
and the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far
there's hope in the words and emotion in my eyes
it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
and like fools we trust the delivery
but it's all just drunk sincerity, itís all just drunk sincerity
itís all just drunk sincerity and itís all just drunk sincerity.

Generator

from the beginning of generator
like a rock, like a planet,
like a fucking atom bomb,
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
that I encounter everywhere I turn,
I've seen it all before,
in books and magazines,
I think I started you on the wrong key Iím sorry about that
like a twitch before dying,
like a pornographic sea,
there's a flower behind the window,
there's an ugly laughing man, heís standing right beside me
like a hummingbird in silence,
like the blood on my door, it's the generator
oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door,
wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore,
I've known it all along like the bone under my skin,
like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind,
there's a hammer by the window, there's a knife on the floor,
like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door,
it's the generator
oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door,
wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore, shore, shore.

Change Of Ideas

well the sheaves have all been brought,
but the fields have washed away,
and the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid,
and the times we see ahead we must glaze with rosy hues
for we don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose
millennia in coming, the modern age is here,
it sanctifies the future yet renders us with fear,
so many theories, so many prophecies,
what we do need is a change of ideas,
when we are scared, we can hide in our reveries,
but what we need is a change of ideas,
change of ideas, change of ideas,
what we need now is a change of ideas.

Portrait Of Authority

portrait of authority
letís go
nothing more, nothing less,
in icon on the wall decoration and duress,
that we stand and strive to be, it's the marble statue standing over me,
and nobody has the will to tear it down, it determines wrong and right,
but to me it's just a stereotype and it makes us lose our sight
the portrait of authority, portrait of authority
you tell me that's what I'm supposed to be portrait of authority
you tell me thatís what Iím supposed to be
another time, another man, an oppressive intrusion
and a plague across his land, and it haunts him every day,
it tells him that he has no chance his hopes just fade away,
and he lives his life prepared to tear it down,
but he can't muster the support, and to him it's just a stereotype
of his life-long fight
the portrait of authority, portrait of authority
it embodies what he cannot be
portrait of authority itís what he cannot be
the portrait of authority, portrait of authority, portrait of authority.

What It Is

there's a purpose, and there's a goal,
there's a virtuos, and immoral,
there's a reason for all of this,
but I don't know what it is
I am one, and plural too,
I accept them but they exclude,
I could make sense of all of this,
but I don't know what it is
the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind,
the beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so
I don't know what it is
there's a beginning, and there's an end,
there's a climax, some would contend,
there's a way to signify this,
but I don't know what it is
the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind,
the beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so
I don't know what it is show something good
I donít know what it is.

Dream Of Unity

I had a dream of unity
where we would walk side by side
but today I see that itís only me
just tryiní to get by
sometimes we strive undeterred
to walk as one toward our goals
but as people stray toward more selfish ways
we see we have no control
I had a dream of unity
where we would walk side by side
but today I see that itís only me
just tryiní to get by
just tryiní to get by.p>

Sanity

there's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken,
the face is blank but the gears are turning,
confusion is a fundamental state of mind,
it doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out,
I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt,
and sanity is a full-time job,
in a world that is always changing,
and sanity is a state of mind that you believe in,
sanity
there's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling,
my body's moving forward but my mind is reeling,
depression is a fundamental state of being,
it never really matters how my day has turned out,
I always end up living in this world of doubt
and sanity itís a full-time job in a world that is always changing
and sanity can make you strong and you believe in sanity
yes sanity is a full time job in a world that is always changing
and sanity can make you strong and you believe in sanity.

American Jesus

hereís a tune from across the pond
itís called american jesus
I don't need to be a global citizen, because I'm blessed by nationality,
I'm a member of a growing populace, we enforced our popularity
there are things that seem to pull us under
and there are things that drag us down,
but there's a power and a vital presence that's lurking all around
we've got the american jesus see him on the interstate,
we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate
I feel sorry for the earth's population
cause so few live in the U.S.A,
at least the foreigners can copy our morality,
they can visit but you cannot stay,
only precious few can garner our prosperity,
it makes us walk with renewed confidence,
we've got a place to go when we die
and the architect resides right here
weíve got the american jesus
we've got the american jesus overwhelming millions every day
he's the farmer barren fields, the force the army wields,
the expression in the faces of the starving children,
the power of the man. he's the fuel that drives the clan,
he's the motive and the conscience of the murderer
he's the preacher on TV, the false sincerity,
the form letters that written by the big computers,
he's the nuclear bombs, and the kids with no moms
and I'm fearful that he's inside me
weíve got the american jesus see him on the interstate
we've got the american jesus exercising his authority
weíve got the american jesus
weíve got the american jesus letís go
one nation under god one nation under god
one nation under god one nation under god
one nation under god one nation under god.

Do What You Want

off an album we did a while ago called suffer
this oneís called do what you want
do what you want
hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me
idleness and dissipation breed apathy,
I sit on my ass all god damn day
a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to,
say what you must, do all you can,
break all the fucking rules
and go to hell with superman
and die like a champion
hey, I don't know if the billions will survive,
but I'll believe in god when one and one are five
my moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core
I'll tear down the building just to pass thru the door
so do what you want, do all you can,
break all the fucking rules
and go to hell with superman
and die like a champion.

Part III

itís a tune on there called part three
the final page is written in the books of history,
as man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas
to fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race,
a show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance.
they say when a mistake is made, a lesson has been learnt.
but this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world.
a million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns,
a mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned!
they say when a mistake is made, a lesson has been learnt.
but this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world.
a million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns,
a mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned!

Ten In 2010

parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen gut
sun-baked pavement encroaches on us
haves and have-nots together at last
brutally engaged in mortal combat
10 in 2010 10 in 2010
what kind of God orchestrates such a thing?
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010
ten billion people all suffering
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010
truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010
forget what you want, scrounge the things you need
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010 10 in 2010, 10 in 2010
oh yeah
happy and content it can't happen to you
10 in 2010
fifteen years we'll think of a solution
it won't just appear in one day
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010
for ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way
10 in 2010 10 in 2010, 10 in 2010
like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today
10 billion people coming your way
10 in 20, 10 in 20, 10 in 2010.

No Direction

this song is called no direction
a sullen figure walked along a dusty road,
his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load,
he left his people and a simple life behind,
he raised his torso as he looked to the sky,
shouting his questions, looking for directions,
"what do I know now?"
now a confused schoolgirl stares at the T.V. tray,
the stresses of maturing compound every day,
she glances up to see her favourite video,
and gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes,
in need of affection, she craves a direction,
her heroes offer her,
everyone's looking for something,
and they assume somebody else knows what it is,
no one can live without the decisions of their own,
it seems so they look to someone else,
to tell them what to do, tell'em what to wear,
tell'em what to say, tell'em how to act and think
and compel others compulsively until the world is all like them
a righteous student came and asked me to reflect,
he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect,
I don't believe in self important folks who preach,
no Bad Religion song can make your life complete,
prepare for rejection, you'll get no direction from me,
you'll get no direction from me youíll get no direction from me.

Along The Way

I refuse to abuse what is kind to the Muse,
but it's there and it's happening to me along the way.
as we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes,
but the dinner's always waiting at the table 'long the way, yeah.
what you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be,
but you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way.
and we'll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by,
to be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah.
now we grow as we show that the morals we must know
will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way.
but forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness
unless you're willing to be strong when theyíre all gone along the way.
like Tommy, you are free but you will not follow me,
until we see each other once more on the path along the way.

Recipe For Hate

can't you feel it, can't you see it the promise of prosperity,
it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease,
ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue,
and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity,
the spread of culture, the sword of progress,
the vector of suffrage a warm and septic breeze,
the pomp and elation, the duty and vocation,
the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe
re-living our ancestry the frightful lack of harmony,
our fore-fathers who led the way,
their victims are still here today,
now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate,
our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate
a recipe for hate
the spread of culture, the sword of progress,
the vector of suffrage a warm and
septic breeze, the pomp and elation,
the duty and vocation, the blood of the hybrid
it's just a recipe
hate.

Fuck Armageddon . . . This Is Hell

there's people out there that say I'm no good,
cause I don't believe the things that I should,
and when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong,
and hope and pray that our lord god will think I'm good.
countries manufacture bombs and guns
to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done.
smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong,
they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone.
in the end the good will go to heaven up above,
the bad will perish in the depths of hell.
how can hell be any worse when lifeís alone a fucking curse?
fuck Armageddon, this is hell,
fuck Armageddon, this is hell
fuck Armageddon, itís hell
we're living in the denouement of the battle's gripping awe,
so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all?
how could hell be any worse?
life alone is such a curse!
fuck Armageddon, this is hell
fuck Armageddon, this is hell
canít you see fuck Armageddon, this is hell
fuck Armageddon, this is hell
fuck Armageddon, this is hell.

Itís Reciprocal

harding terms of earthly discontent
a truism a grind all itís own
morning makes you know your in a cell
but love is just as pure as you both because
itís reciprocal, itís reciprocal
itís reciprocal, itís reciprocal
when true love is metaphysical
the notes as we learn to be set
you and me we got a special thing
but I want you to never forget
itís reciprocal, itís reciprocal
itís reciprocal, itís reciprocal
ech bedtime I stir with regret guilty and vain
hoping for retribution
charityís immune from my demands
I donít expect a thing from the weak
but you my love are measured and compared
predisposed to my profane decree
itís reciprocal, itís reciprocal
itís reciprocal, itís reciprocal
ready set go.

Struck A Nerve

there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane,
and it isn't even christmas, he sees a note in the obituary that
his last friend has died, there's an infant clinging to
his overweight mother as they go to shop for cigarettes,
and she spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight
and I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes,
you can never get out of the line of sight,
like a barren winter day, or a patch of unburned green,
like a tragic real dream, I guess it struck a nerve
every day I wander in negative disposition,
as I'm bombarded by superlatives,
realising very well that I am not alone,
introverted I look to tomorrow for salvation,
but I'm thinking altruistically,
and a wave of overwhelming doubt
turns me to stone
cause I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart,
we just haven't got time to crack the maze,
like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our cells,
a collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve
I try to close my eyes, but I cannot ignore the stimuli,
if there's a purpose for us all itís a secret to me,
don't ask me to justify my life
and I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes,
you can never get out of the line of sight,
like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our cells,
a collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve.

Leave Mine To Me

there are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black,
political resentment and people start to crack,
there's hate and opposition,
there's fumbling dialogue, yet you want to sit there and judge me
and you think it makes a difference
if you think I'm all alone you are so fucked up and wrong,
there's an entire army who blindly follow along,
and you happen to be one of them believe it or not,
even though you try not to be we are of the same plague
the other ways we're taught to fear,
don't even scratch the surface of the problem here,
I'm not blind, and I'm not scared,
so many crucial factors exist out there,
and we're but one, and they're but two,
and how we come to terms will help us pull through
things cannot change too fast,
it took us this much time,
to reach our current platform and walk this fragile line,
if I thought I'd make a difference I'd kill myself today,
but so many are like me lost in the fray
you create your own reality,
but leave mine to me, leave mine to me
leave mine to me, leave mine to me
thank you.

Tested

yeah
they say thereís a place free of trouble and care
and you have to pass a test for to make it there
it has something to do with the road thatís straight and narrow
and the only way to go it is by being being right and thorough
thereís always one more hill to climb
thereís always one more hill to climb
bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven
navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
guided by subconscious voices askewed and sharpened
tested, tested
at times we may be wondering what were supposed to do
stand and deliver or see the conflict through
and as we long or proceed to build our castles in the sky
our plans get confounded and determination dies
thereís no preparation and no guide
just what youíve done before here with your life
bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven
navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
guided by subconscious voices askewed and sharpened
tested, tested oh oh oh
acting on will, the test is a reaction
opening your heart, the test is the emotion
rolling the dice, the test is the intuity
burning out your mind, the test is the recovery
watch-o
you can play by the rules or bend them to your knees
but the test isnít over til you reach your dark eternal sleep
there are no absolutes, no big wheels in the sky
you donít have to be first just gotta somehow get by
yeah bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven
navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
guided by subconscious voices askewed and sharpened
tested, tested.

No Control

thank you we have the last song
this oneís called no control
letís go
culture was the seed of proliferation
but it has gotten melded into an inharmonic whole,
into an inharmonic whole,
consciousness has plagued us and we can not shake it,
though we think we're in control though we think we're in control
questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness,
there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
when we all disintegrate it will all happen again,
time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards
but they can't explain why it should slip away,
explain why it should slip away,
history and future are the comforts of our
curiosity but here we are rooted in the present day
rooted in the present day
questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness,
there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
when we all disintegrate it will all happen again,
if you came to conquer you'll be king for a day,
but you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away,
and believe these words you hear
when you think your path is clear....
we have no control, we have no control
we have no control, we do not understand
you have no control, you are not in command
we have no control, you have no control
no control, no control, no control, no control
thanks a lot weíll see you next time.