Posts Tagged ‘BORN AGAINST’
Jock gestapo shouting from trucks spitting on beating down those who strayed
shitting on beating in those who stayed who would not be crushed by the
offensive line’s weight jock gestapo jock gestapo jock gestapo and apple pie
ignorance locker rooms coaches and guards fists fly weirdos cower in these
halls specimen machines evil and lean defenders tackles for an american dream
jock gestapo and apple pie time insects wounds fester here comes the train
rail them to death.
Pubiead*. 05.11.11 таgs: Etiquetas: BORN AGAINST Autar djLA
SENDERO
Last years lives lie in state but there’s no damage assessment from this far
away this is not another proxy war no this is something different & somehow
worse and this is not another revolutionary joke tailored for your armband
jargon & your armchair support because now this side’s gone to pieces and
this side’s fallen apart and in between there’s all the human beings wearing
their own brains and soaked in blood this is your clenched fist this is your
shining path self destruct.
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 highway live and die live and die start to die in a human warehouse.
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.
WELL FED FUCK
Are you a good team player remember the boss is your best friend kill your head.
THIS TRASH SHOULD’VE BEEN FREE
This trash should’ve been free, take the bus to the city run while you fucking
can This trash should’ve been free, break the monotony of falling into rank
in parking lots This trash should’ve been free, you don’t have to serve god &
country or eat the things they’ve forced on me This trash will never be free
you flickered out and died far away in a place where they’ll take your life on
credit trash free this trash is just a memory that’s nursed like stolen
whiskey and though you’re still alive I know you’ll choke and suffocate.
FOOTBOUND & HOBBLED
The day is coming when doctors will clip off thumbs the same way they snip off
little boys’ foreskins the day is coming when hospitals will be obliged to
douse newborn eyes with lye the day is coming when all tongues are sheared to
spare this nation the vicious slander of a few bad apples and we will all
march towards tomorrow footbound & hobbled.
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.
MARY & 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.
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.



