1. |
Fuck Science
01:50
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I ain't no fucking expert
But there's one thing I know
I can't stop this dog and pony show
Mask-wearing sissies
Should probably stay at home
Cuz I'm free to go just where I wanna go
I don't need statistics
In my reality
And I don't need no surgery
So fuck science
Fuck science!
Fuck science!
Fuck science!
Fuck it, yeah
If disinfectant cleans the counter
It'll clean your lungs
So thanks for coming out to see the show
Lick your neighbor on the face
And swing 'em do-si-do
And now off to grandma's house you go
I don't need no experts
Cuz I can just ask me
And I don't need no PhD
So fuck science
Fuck science!
Fuck science!
Fuck science!
Fuck science!
Blah
Fuck science
Fuck facts
Fuck norms
Fuck tact
Fuck logic
Fuck laws
Fuck children
Fuck dogs
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2. |
Boomer Remover
03:19
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The world you left me is a mess
Flooding, burning, drought
Sixty years of your excess
And no sign of slowing down
You only stop to count
Something had to take you out
Boomer remover
Boomer remover
You fucked up the land and sea
Boomer remover
Boomer remover
You fucked up the air I breathe
You told me if I work real hard
And I do well in school
I'd get a job, a house, a car
And I'd do better than you
But the cost of food and rent
And my whole paycheck is spent
Boomer remover
Boomer remover
You fucked up prosperity
Boomer remover
Boomer remover
You fucked up security
And my whole life is full of stress
Anxiety
Don't know what's gonna happen next
There's nothing left here for me...
The world you left me is a mess
I'm frightened in a crowd
And crowds is all there ever is
So many people now
But the population has reduced
The chickens coming home to roost
Boomer remover
Boomer remover
You fucked up society
Boomer remover
Boomer remover
You fucked up posterity
Boomer remover
Boomer remover
You fucked up integrity
Boomer remover
Boomer remover
You fucked up entirely
You fucked up the land and sea
You fucked up the air I breathe
You fucked up prosperity
You fucked up security
You fucked up society
You fucked up posterity
You fucked up integrity
You fucked up entirely
You fucked up everything
You fucked up everything
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3. |
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You were a Mama's boy
And a Daddy's girl
With a silver spoon
In a golden world
But that don't make the man
As you will see
So you try and try
But can't fit in
You're always last place
You never win
But then you found
That you could lie and cheat
And so you're just a little man
With little hands
A little man with little hands
Even if you think you're 6 foot 3
You're still a little man
With little hands
A little man with little hands
And that's all your ever gonna be
So you forsake friends and family
Vow vengeance on all humanity
And worship the greatest false prophet: Me
And with snake oil and rose colored eyes
You con the masses to live your lies
And to your surprise you end up a king
But you're really just a little man
With little hands
A little man with little hands
Even if you live in your own reality
You're still a little man
With little hands
A little man with little hands
And that's all your ever gonna be
But really the only one
You ever fooled was you
And now there's only one
More thing left to do
You were a Mama's boy
And a Daddy's girl
Raised on a silver spoon
In a golden world
But that not what it means
To be a king
And so you're still just a little man
With little hands
A little man with little hands
And everyone will see eventually
That you're just a little man
With little hands
A little man with little hands
And that's all your ever gonna be
And that's how you'll go down in history
Forever and ever and all eternity...
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4. |
Shut Up and Play
00:48
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5. |
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Redundant!
I keep saying the same thing
Redundant!
I keep saying the same thing
Until it's true
Redundant!
Say it again
Redundant!
Say it again
Redundant!
Say it again
Redundant!
Say it again
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6. |
Ain't Got Nuthin'
02:17
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Ain't got no car
Ain't got no house
Ain't got no yard
Ain't got no spouse
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got no friends
Ain't got no phone
Ain't got no job
Ain't got no clothes
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got no bills
Ain't got no binds
Ain't got no boss
Ain't got nuthin' but time
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got nuthin'
Ain't got nuthin'
It could be worse
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7. |
One More Song
00:33
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8. |
Shit Show
02:39
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I saw you at the shit show
It was kinda like a dojo
That's just the way it goes
It's a shit show
Shit show
Shit show
We had a helluva go
I was lmfao
What happens next you never know
At the shit show
Shit show
Shit show
Bring your children
Bring your mom
Pack a picnic
Sing a song
Watch your family live and grow
At the shit show
Shit show
Shit show
So now you're at the shit show
I'm sorry, but we gotta go
Do what you will with what you know
At the shit show
Shit show
Shit show
Bring your children
Bring your mom
Pack a picnic
Sing a song
Watch your family live and grow
At the shit show
Shit show
Shit show
Bring your weapons
Bring your arms
Pack a bullhorn
Pack a bomb
Bring whatever you can throw
To the shit show
Shit show
Shit show
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LCoD Chapel Hill, North Carolina
LCoD only play live if there's a pandemic, so you prolly wanna go see them soon - looks like this shit is wrapping up...
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