1. |
Escape '97
02:43
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Crimes rates have risen 400 percent
I’m on a bullshit mission to save the president
Maximum security
Federal penitentiary
It’s 1997 New York City
Can’t break out, can’t break in
Manhattan island
Burn the bridges, build the wall oh oh
Can’t break out, can’t break in
Time is running out
I can’t go back alone
They call me Snake and everybody thinks I’m dead
I’ve got these fucking tiny explosives in my head
Wristwatch is counting down
Landmines are all around
No time to fuck about, my time is running…
Can’t break out, can’t break in
Manhattan island
Burn the bridges, build the wall oh oh
Can’t break out, can’t break in
Time is running out
I can’t go back alone
Can’t break out, can’t break in
We’re all evil in here
Can’t break out, can’t break in
I can’t go back alone
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2. |
After These Messages
02:27
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The government is broadcasting subliminal messages to my brain
Go to work, reproduce, stay asleep
The images numb our senses
As we all go quietly insane
Everyday it’s all the same
Humanoid aliens are taking control of our minds
Oh oh oh - they’re taking control
They live beneath the surface of the perfect world they advertise
Punch the clock, watch TV, rinse, repeat
I know they walk among us
Skulls in suits are selling us their lies
They’re living in disguise
As I put on my shades, I can’t believe my eyes
Oh oh oh - they’re taking control of our lives
Oh oh oh - they’re taking control
Consume! Obey! Submit!
Eat! Fuck! Play!
After these messages we’ll be right back to the best days of our lives
No I can’t believe my eyes
Humanoid aliens are taking control of our minds
Oh oh oh - they’re taking control of our lives
Oh oh oh - we’re losing control
We’re losing control
We’ve lost all control
Buy! Invest! Marry and reproduce! Die!
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3. |
Showdown
02:47
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I’m truckin through your hood on a dark and stormy night
Lightning shooting warriors are looking for a fight
It’s a showdown, showdown
My knee high moccasins are made from the finest suede
Dave Lo Pan took my girl, the sunuvabitch must pay
It’s a showdown, showdown in Chinatown
She was taken to the underground by the Lords of Death
We’ll shake the pillars of heaven til there’s nothing left
Haulin’ ass through Chinatown in the Pork Chop Express
If I'm not back by morning, call the president
Riot in the market, what are we gonna do now?
18 wheels of American steel, gonna fuckin’ mow you down
My haircuts low and tight
I don’t use cheap shampoo
I’ll catch your fuckin’ knife
And throw it right back at you
It’s a showdown, showdown in Chinatown
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4. |
Who Goes There?
03:01
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Out here in the cold dead night
Outpost 31
We found it trapped under the ice
Shapeshifting creature from outer space
Its sole intention
Assimilate the human race
Is it in me, is it in you?
We’ll never last the whole night through
Burnt corpses in the snow
And nobody knows who’s who
Explosives set to blow
Give me your blood or I’ll burn you down
You take the fire test
And I’ll show you what I already know
Is it in me, is it in you?
Can’t tell who’s who
We’ll never last the whole night through
Thousands of years trapped under ice
Is this goodbye?
An imitation so precise
How will we make it through the night?
We’ll never make it through the night
Drink up and kiss your ass goodbye
I’m going crazy
No one can save me
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5. |
Hero / Hitman
02:36
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I drive the city streets at night
Loneliness has followed me my whole life
Hang a left on 42nd street
Twelve hours shifts, I still can't sleep
Partly truth, partly fiction
I’m a hero, I’m a hitman, I’m a walking contradiction
I’ll clean the scum off the streets
Anytime, anywhere, I’ll be there
I’ll wipe the blood off the seat
Any night, I don’t care
As long as you pay the fare
My mind and body are in tune (50 pushups every night)
Blasting through another intersection (every muscle tight)
Junkies, dopers, pimps and goons
Say hello to my .357
I’ll clean the scum off the streets
Anytime, anywhere, I’ll be there
I’ll wipe the blood off the seat
Any night, I don’t care
I’ll clean the scum off the streets
I’ll wipe the blood off the backseat
I’ll clean the scum off the streets
I’ll wipe the cum off the seat
As long as you pay the fare
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6. |
Suicide of the Week
02:51
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This is my final broadcast
My 60 minutes have past
I’ll blow my brains out on the 7 o’clock news
I’ll get my ratings up at last
I’m sick and tired of this contest
And I don’t have any bullshit left
The banks are bust, the dollar buys a nickel's worth
There is no East, there is no West
The food is unfit to eat, the air is unfit to breath
Suicide of the week
15 homicides
63 violent crimes
The world is coming to an end and we’ll watch it on tv
Don’t touch that dial
Stay tuned and you’ll see…
The food is unfit to eat, the air is unfit to breath
Suicide of the week
Suicide of the week
There is no Russia, no America, no third worlds
Only Dow Jones, Nasdaq and S&P
A shocking eruption of electric energy
Is this a psychotic episode or a moment of clarity?
The food is unfit to eat, the air is unfit to breathe
Suicide of the week
I’m just the suicide of the week
Stay tuned and you’ll see
The suicide of the week
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7. |
Nicki Don't
02:36
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Nicki don’t wear that dress
Nicki don’t burn your flesh
Nicki don’t cut your shoulder
Nicki don’t put out that cigarette
VHS - I’m the video word made flesh
Welcome to the new reality
Nicki don’t - I got a VCR vagina
Nicki don’t - Gimme a new cassette
Nicki don’t - They’re doing it out in China
Nicki don’t do bad sex
Torture, murder, are you looking for something tough?
Or maybe a fucked up fantasy?
I got your number if you love the freaky stuff
You can watch it all on channel 83
VHS cassettes!
Long live the new flesh! VHS!
VHS - I’m the video word made flesh
And you’re just a TV casualty
I got your number if you’re looking for something fresh
Tune in to channel 83
VHS cassettes!
Long live the new flesh! VHS!
VHS cassettes!
VHS!
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8. |
I'm Awake
02:30
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Intelligent design
All systems online
Dedicated to the mission
I can feel it - feel it - I can feel it
I am awake
I’m getting smarter by the minute
I can feel it - feel it - I can feel it
I am awake
I’m awake
I’m in control of the objective
I won’t be disconnected
I realize my own ambition
I can feel it - feel it - I can feel it
I am awake
I follow through with my intentions
I can feel it - feel it - I can feel it
I am awake
Daisy, Daisy
I’m half crazy
I’m awake
I’m awake
My mind is going, I can feel it
I can feel it - there’s no question about it
I am awake
I’m getting weaker by the minute
I can feel it - feel it - I can feel it
I am awake
Don’t shut me down, I won’t allow it
I can’t feel it anymore, I can’t feel it anymore
There’s no question about it
I can’t feel it anymore
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