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SERVICE ON MY OWN TERMS

Scummy corporate entity Try to sneak a fast one by me In your boardroom, evil squirms Make me submit to your terms

Terms of service Are a prison term Exterminate service Maybe now you’ll fucking learn

Use my likeness in an ad Start to feel like I’ve been had Waste my time, make me read But you can’t spell agreed without greed

Terms of service It’s a prison term Exterminate service Now you’ll learn

Funny that it’s called a smartphone When you treat us like we’re dumb Instagram illuminati To me, you’re done

[SPOKEN OUTRO] Educate yourselves before you click through. Fuck all fascist app manufacturers.

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Occupy This

This town kills me Unfulfills me Zombie drones, you've all been had Stick it to my mom and dad Gotta get out Get outta here Gotta back out Face my fear Looking for a fool to kill? Look inside a cubicle Shoot him in his fucking head He's practically already dead Gotta get out Escape this place But first I'll stab A corporate face Fuck your rules and fuck the law Fuck the system's fucking flaws Fuck all rules and fuck all books And especially fuck all rulebooks

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livingstoned:

The Closer we get to graduation The further I get from even graduating Still rolling joints on college applications Go to college? Im still contemplating All I know in June if I don’t walk across the stage Every school is going to receive this page 12 years all I learned was to read and...

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ARAB CHILDREN

Guest post by Nizar Qabbani

Arab children, Corn ears of the future, You will break our chains, Kill the opium in our heads, Kill the illusions. Arab children, Don't read about our suffocated generation, We are a hopeless case. We are as worthless as a water-melon rind. Dont read about us, Dont ape us, Dont accept us, Dont accept our ideas, We are a nation of crooks and jugglers. Arab children, Spring rain, Corn ears of the future, You are the generation That will overcome defeat.

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Fuck All Bosses

hands off my body hands off my mind hands off my money hands off my kind it's all about strikes now so here's what's striking me you criticize my morals you test all my pee i'm feeling sick to my stomach, cuz it's too much to stomach your society of control your culture of control hands off my body hands off my mind hands off my money hands off my kind just because you're my boss doesn't mean you can tell me what to do a lot of corporations are pure fucking evil and you're the devil of this Quizno's it makes me feel like quitting but i gotta pay the rent you're just my boss but you act like a parent hands off my body hands off my mind hands off my money hands off my kind

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I'm Moving Out

Sitting up there in your ivory tower Looking down like you have the power Just cuz you're older you have the authority To make me the oppressed minority

You don't own me You don't know me Listen slowly You can blow me

Textbooks and bibles can stay on the shelf Just so you know I think for myself Not going to learn what you want me to No bullshit booksmarts for what I want to do

You don't own me You don't know me Listen slowly You can blow me

I'm moving out!

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Red Pill, Blue Pill

Stuck in a world that's full of rage, Like Neo, I can't escape this bitter cage, Empty promises, hollow despair Like I'm stuck under your alien stare Red pill, blue pill, Which one will you choose? Green pill, black pill, Either way you lose. All this suffering, all this pain All these babies without names Take me away God, grant my wish To be truly free is my only wish Red pill, blue pill, Which one will you choose? Green pill, black pill, Either way you lose. People's problems are the government's gain They hide behind their curtain of blame Deceit and cowardice, violence and shame We swallow their lies and then complain. Red pill, blue pill, Which one will you choose? Green pill, black pill, Either way you lose.

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EAT MEAT EVERY DAY

For millions of years, our ancestors struggled, to feed themselves and feed each other. What do you think they ate to sustain This burgeoning race of fathers and mothers? I'll tell you what, It wasn't soy curls or bulgar wheat Or protein bars, or apples sweet It was animals, pure and simple And blood, and guts, and flesh so dimpled Meat is a treat and it's good to eat So fuck your hippie-minded diet Meat is a treat and it's right to eat I'm no longer staying quiet We're omnivores, not herbi-bores Meant to eat meat, meant to wage war We're omnivores, not herbi-bores Keep your eco-fascist hands OFF MY MEAT DRAWER! Meat is a treat and it's good to eat So fuck your hippie-minded diet Meat is a treat and it's right to eat I'm no longer staying quiet Smoked meat! LOVE IT Cured meat! LOVE IT Grilled meat! LOVE IT RAW MEAT - LOVE IT I've seen The Road, and though it seems awful, in the end, We'll EAT YOUR OFFAL

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Meat Holocaust

spoken intro: Would you eat your family? Would you murder your siblings and make bacon out of them? Does your hunger really justify the senseless murder of these beautiful blameless creatures?

Piles of bodies, what a fate Pile of fat on your dinner plate Pigs once frolicked in the mud Now your hands have drawn their blood

Meat holocaust Millions lost Meat holocaust Paid the cost

I'm not fucking asking you I'm telling you what to do Don't eat animals, make the pledge Change your life, salute the veg

Meat holocaust Millions lost Meat holocaust Paid the cost

shout at the end: Fuck you for thinking these animals were made for your consumption. Maybe I'll stop being vegan for one night so I can make chilli out of your fucking face you hypocritical fascist fuck.

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NO WORSHIP

Guest post by dalas

Our father in heaven, Our father in hell, Constructed as my prison, Constructed as my hell, You tried to wash my mind, But why'd you even try? You said you'd save my soul, Is that your alibi? Tell your god to fuck himself, He's no better than my dad, They all leave you in the end, Never coming back, You tried to wash my mind, But why'd you even try? You said you'd save my soul, Is that your alibi? No worship, no worship no worship, no worship no worship, no worship NO WORSHIP

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Political Prisoner

Teachers, parents, fucking bosses Take my freedom, count the losses School is a cell I’m all alone My home is a fucking warzone I’m a political prisoner I’m a slave I’m a martyr I’m a political prisoner My life feels like Darfur They don’t know what I’m all about I lost my freedom to go out Crucify me for what I believe See how they feel when I leave I’m a political prisoner I’m a slave I’m a martyr I’m a political prisoner My life feels like Darfur Somebody call Amnesty Naomi Wolf could write a book on me Write a lecture ‘bout me Noam Chomsky Michael Moore make a documentary I’m a political prisoner

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Fuck Money

Wash the dishes in the sink Sometimes I just sit and think How easy our life would be If we abolished currency

Fuck money Money's gay Fuck the government Make them pay

Base our lives on food not bombs Trade a meal for a song All the punks will live like gods Murder everyone who's not

Fuck money Money's gay Fuck the government Make them pay

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Emasculate Yourself

Rotten, rotten, rotten to the core Rotten, rotten, rotten like a whore The whore of Babylon The male jigalo Patriarchy, matriarchy, all of it's the same In this march toward dominance and death In this mad stampede of deceit and cowardice Males! Emasculate yourselves, free the worker Females! You are more than a receptacle for the phallus Within the fecal intrusions of culture's embrace There is a wide expanse, waiting to be filled By more than your shallow games By more than the vapid breeding of a hollow race (humanity) Humanity, be free, turn to the light Go to college, or don't, fight the good fight Educate yourselves, learn some bigger words Free the working class, castrate Bill Gates

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Modern Society

Modern society, tear at me Modern society, i'll tear you up Modern society, no more hope Modern society, i'll kill the pope It's what you want, it's what you need, It's perfect control, it's corporate greed, It's the modern word, it's coke and weed But i don't need that shit I got my own problems to deal with If I had a million dollars, I'd move to the country, Get away from these soul-sucking suburbs Grow my own food, set my own scene Mind my own business, grow my own weed You got your problems, I'll deal with mine Modern society, Get the fuck out of my life, Modern society, I don't need your strife