B O R N A G A I N $ T "The Rebel Sound Of Shit And Failure" VMFM20CD VERMIFORM PO BOX 12065 (Time wasted by IAMHOLTZ@oak.grove.iup.edu) RICHMOND VA 23241 USA @SONG: NEIL @SONG: THE GOOD FATHER The American Dream the good father wants to paddle it one way democracy it's our gift to the savage the good father the holy saviour rests one hand on a smaller neighbour and we're nowhere close to getting what we need Father knows best we're going to kill you bulldozed with dollar bills paving over the bloody mash so much light to spread while the gore's still fresh we own the government the crops the land your hearts and minds see the system works the dead just don't know it yet father knows best we're going to own you the good father stands tall waiting to embrace his smallest child and if you act fast we promise you won't feel the pain. @SONG: MARY AND CHILD Once again the battle field is your body and those who want control have laid down their terms in black & white and red all over they keep the backstreet butchers in business as advertised from a bullhorn and the all knowing man has set up his make-believe graveyard with tiny white crosses for millions of make-believe souls someday I'd like to see a cross set up for a real live human being who bled to death to maintain the sanctity of mary mary & child scream the bigots who couldn't care less about human life obey their self- righteous lies while your sisters & daughters die all decisions are final your body is forbidden. @SONG: EULOGY There was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn't give convenient answers and a cheap way out killed himself without actually dying, took a blunt lie and gouged out his mind And I can't xcept that he's found the answers to those questions I'll be trying to solve until I die And I can't accept that he's somehow "better off" because the answers aren't that simple we always assumed he wasn't either and I want his beautiful religion to burn because Steve's dead... I wasn't offered the chance to say goodbye. @SONG: RIDING WITH MARY @SONG: THE NAIL THAT STICKS UP GETS HAMMERED DOWN @SONG: RESIST CONTROL War waged on the people government lies fueled by fear trust the unity of money and machine gun a bullet in the head for my indiscretions how much oppression can you take rise above its time to fight back cease and desist orders the police force rise above resist control. @SONG: HALF MAST When freedom is in hiding from morality when you've finally scrubbed this great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you've finally divorced the numbers from the names we can return to your good old days bound and gagged by sex and race chained by family crazed by god while we raise the flag shout down the past the stars and stripes stream by at half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do mine I never knew the high price of hypocrisy so pledge allegiance to the death penalty believe in your drug war bow down to the tv set you need to cultivate that apathy that swells inside your threat raise the flag shout down the past your stars and stripes stream by at half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do mine half mast dehumanized half mast divided half mast overloaded half mast who the fuck cares so long as you can sleep well under the iron fist. @SONG: XMAS EVE A nation of nonbelievers unrepentant in their hearts pious one night out of every year ease the mind ditch the guilt and alls right and just on xmas eve the jokes on them the dead are never gonna rise again Rise again on xmas morning three cheers for santy hip hooray our saintly concern for world peace lies at our feet undisguised as naked greed the joke's on them the dead are never gonna rise again and christ's dead flesh keeps right on rotting. @SONG: NINE YEARS LATER Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying Still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still believing of a peace and prosperity of a peace with a hundred thousand executed by disease of a prosperity with millions living on the streets and I've got to wonder what the fuck its going to take can it be undone can we stem the tide of violence or are we gonna sit back relax and watch tv while the "have nots" get their heads kicked in keep counting the policies that failed and the lies that worked they worked we swallowed them down deep swallowed them whole. @SONG: BORN AGAIN Born again as just another product born again as the next big thing once a vehicle for outrage now just entertainment packaged tastefully the status quo whose very abuses generated our contempt now courts us now treats us like the serviles they know we've become I reject the leveraged buyout I reject the corporate sellout I reject their lame ass version of what the fuck music's all about and make no mistake all they want is your money all they need is your numb nod of approval and all they demand is your silence born again dead. @SONG: WITNESS TO A RAPE Witness to a crime but I lost track of the times violence against women against half of humankind meshed with our culture part of our civilization ground in to our faces part of our indoctrination no one seems to question when we're brought up in a system where we're taught to hate the other through false desires my own language betrays my good intentions forces my head into the shit into the lies and I'm told take part in the fantasy when every six minutes it comes true and I'm told what I want what I need and yeah I want it yeah I need it rape force fed the lie for all my life that woman has her place and it's only skindeep like as many flanks of meat up for inspection to be judged on a scale of one to ten. @SONG: WELL FED FUCK Are you a good team player remember the boss is your best friend kill your head. @SONG: BODY COUNTS Fuck your version of a world where no one's ugly and no one's old fuck your version of a beauty that sets the standards for all the runners up fuck your definition of perfection the smiling commodity that isn't human that isn't allowed to step off the page and testify this isn't real. @SONG: ALIVE WITH PLEASURE The Marlboro Man's Dead and so are all his cowboys their propoganda killed my motehr preyed on force of habit te Marlboro Man is dead and so are all his cowboys their propoganda killed my mother addicted her to the soot Alive with pleasure eager to purchase alive with pleasure happy to smolder She exhaled pain I inhaled decay no iron lung can cut a tumor the size of a fist from your throat Rotten black lung and family hands it down a learned destruction the ashes please me to a sickness. @SONG: MOVIN' ON UP @SONG: I AM A IDIOT I'm not an idiot I'm not an idiot I'm not a fucking stooge so stop talking to me about guns & bombs and stop trying to sell me on class welfare - I'm really not braindead and I'm not an endtable and I'm really, really quite sure that you DO NOT mean business, that you're just one of many stupid shouting voices who wants to play fight the pigs and talk drunk about bombing gas stations until you have to go work in one that is, friend, I'm not an idiot so please, please, please stop talking to me about the first ammendment because you're never going to get on tv so anybody can hear you, and even if you did get on tv you still wouldn't know what the fuck to say, and even if you did get on tv and you did have something exciting to say they STILL wouldn't air you because you'd be wearing your extra large "Fuck Censorship" t-shirt and a long, long, long time ago, long before you were evn born, the government got together with the radio and tv stations to make sure that those kinds of words would never in a million years be broadcast, so for god's sake just stop talking. @SONG: BIT PART IN A BAD MOVIE I'm irrelevent except for a brief walk on role as the less articulate heir to a bunch of people who had a purpose and a plan all is shit and chaos araggghhbnbt things change these days in such quick, cruelly absurd ways and I'll never be more than a footnote to the bullshit my bit part in a bad movie my cameo my importance. @SONG: LILLIAN @SONG: JANELLE Janelle is awfully bright For a fresh girl of eighteen She knows all the punk rock sites And does a cool fanzine Janelle can be so tactful A quality that's often rare But if you're talking tactful You're talking dyed pink hair And she's not afraid if anything And she won't get old and boring And I don't think the East Bay punks Will make up long enough To meet Janelle Janelle Janelle/she's so swell And she dosen't smell Like most of her pals And if I have to spell it out for I'll tell you that I'm sweet on Janelle And she's not afraid of anything And she won't get old and boring And I don't think East Bay punks Will wake up long enough to meet Janelle Too bad 'cause I'm fond of Janelle Oh, yeah I'm makin' a fool of myself Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah she's so swell Jenelle Janelle Janelle Janelle. @SONG: GO FUCK YOURSELF I would like to crush your pointed head You fucking puke I think you wet the bed I would like to punch your stupid face Grab you by your punk rock hair and bash your brains I've never met someone as dumb as you You're an ingrate and an arrogant prick too You jump at every single chance to display your ig- norance You stupid bigmouth Why don't you just go home and fuck yourself Can't take a hint You're a dick A walking, talking piece of shit You're also a slob and you've got no class and you need a kick in your fat ass You fucking moron why don't you just go home and fuck yourself @SONG: ALBANY ACADEMY The campus leaves have begun to turn what you did for me I'm learning how to compete what you did for me, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. A lazy fist smashing teeth, young boys laughing at a shriveled dick, urine running down a face, thank you for what you did to me, thank you, thank you, thank you sir, thank you. @SONG: WEARING A LAMPSHADE You certainly aren't the victim shocked as you may seem the mna stands up for chivalry when it's fuck you on the street I can't say how many times it needs to be told no I don't wear them no I don't eat them that hypocrite shit won't go won't go you certainly aren't the beauty that makes the steel jaws bleed and there's no gate at the front of these camps saying work will set you free I'm tired on being the threat in a world of murderers shit on just for giving a shit about a bunch of rats wearing a lampshade 40 times over 40 times the man gives what she needs mister beautifier, mister defender just won't listen when he's told the lampshades in the fatherland are only 50 years old. @SONG: $5 AN HOUR See the white wreckage the ones who couldn't affor to leave the white pride working poor who are really live and work with the ones we all hate who can remember when their neighborhood looked brighter but somehow forget that Italians used to be niggers and the Irish were the spics so at 0 years old they eat shit for $5 an hour and just don't make the connections It makes the first generation turn over in their immigrant graves - but what can you do? See union local Uncle Joe, the ones who proved the American Dream can fuck you harder without a color, As lost as can be when commercials come on tv for insurance and cars and vacations, All the things white people are entitled to as the fruit of this nation's lysol douched womb See the white wreckage ask what the fuck is wrong with me. @SONG: MY FAVORITE HOUSING PROJECT I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one where my grandmother died I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one between the river and the hoghway live and die live and die start to die in a human warehouse.