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Blunt Instrument
00:58
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You don’t want to have to fight
You don’t want to stand tall
But when we see their flags we gotta make them fall
When someone puts their hands on you
Meet them strong with a bat or two
Say their name and end their story
Dead or alive, you take their glory
Don’t be afraid to stake your claim
Now’s not the time to run away
When someone hurts you, your friends or your family
Stand up and use it
Blunt instrument
When someone puts their hands on you
Meet them strong with a bat or two
Say their name as you win their game
Dead or alive, it ends the same
Hit
Put down
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Ideation
00:53
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I window-shopped for a gun yesterday
I bought a rope but I put it away
I sat in my room and I traced blue lines
Veins on my forearms with razors and knives
I’ve got an ideation
There’s something that’s always been following me around
9-years-old and trying to drown
Since I was young I could feel him staring
Over my shoulder he’s always glaring
I’ve got an ideation
He’s taken friends
Family
Well, maybe I’m next
He’s following me around and he wants me dead
Nobody sees him but he’s always there
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Columbine Star Factory
01:22
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AR-15
We gave him the gun and the power
Shot up school in a bullet shower
Paint the classrooms red and brown
Blood and bile of the children gunned down
It’s the Columbine Star Factory
Carbine rifle pointing at the clock
Stuck up hands, screaming tick-tock
When’s the next pile of dead?
Extra, extra
Columbine Star Factory
14, 11, 7, 6
I think they’re getting younger
Spotlight on a Manson-type
He knew he was a star and he was right
Give us the name and the story
Another victim of shotgun glory
The Killing of America
We wanna see your face
The beautiful mass murderer
Maybe next time I’m dead
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Penal Colony
01:21
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Can’t be the cock of the walk
So you pick on how I talk
Proud of your meaningless stance
Perform your jester’s dance
You want to put me in the penal colony
You think the way we talk is crude
You sit on your ass and call me a brute
You want to be the zealot of labor
But you’ve never bled
Well, I won’t go
Don’t need to read about killer deities
To go outside and show some pity
Still can’t talk to your average joe
That’s why they all know you’re the joke
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Mỹ Lai Amusement Park
02:23
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How many people get to die
At the amusement park in My Lai
Will there be another day
For all the children to laugh and play
Will there be another time
For all the mothers at My Lai
To hold their daughters in the sun
Dancing and singing to the song of the gun
Does it matter what they even say
In a different language
In a foreign tongue
The only truth now is the one written in blood
Screaming and falling down
Holding hands on the ground
Red ribbon and fire across the town
Does it really have to end?
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