Dogchokin' Motherlode

by Michael Psycho

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released May 4, 1999

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Michael Psycho Sacramento, California

Born and raised in the Boston area, exiled to Sacramento California during the historic Forced March of 1984. Creator of DIY classics such as the 1990 vinyl slab named "Think" (re-released on SS Records in 2014). The world is his playpen. He always gets what he wants in the end. He has the uncanny ability to witness karma and schadenfreude simultaneously. People in "I ♥ Haters" shirts hate him. ... more

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Track Name: Your Beautiful World
You
Have a beautiful world
Where everything is done your way
And you must always have your say
And now it's a beautiful world
'Cause you're the one in charge of your world

Your beautiful world
Your self-centered constipated me first world

You act as if you're self-made
And all the credit's yours

But you only use the backs of others
And have no problems stepping on their toes

To get what you want in this mixed up game
You choose to play.

And now it's a beautiful world
'Cause you're the one in charge of your world

Your beautiful world
Your self-centered constipated me first world

You need to control your beautiful world
You need to take control of your beautiful world

Your beautiful world

Your self-centered constipated me first world

You're sick...
Track Name: Overtime
Gonna buy me a gun with my overtime
Overtime…

Been at this place about fifteen years.
Nineteen if you count the overtime.
Overtime…

Shoot myself on Christmas day.
Shoot myself with my overtime.
Overtime…
Track Name: Rocknrollrebel
He’s a rocknrollrebel
A rocknrollrebel, yeah

He’s gonna single-handedly save the world with rock n’ roll!
With the same old bullshit and the same old gimmicks as before!

It’s the same old package for the new generation of kids!
In the same old hackneyed dog-eared stupid ass shit!

Just the same old marketing tool that’s been around for years!
With that stupid old satanic posturing we’re supposed to fear!

He’s gonna fuck Ziggy Stardust up the motherfuckin’ ass!
He’ll psychologically molest your kids and take away their money,
yeah!
Track Name: She Came and Gone
Saw you out around the way
You had told me about your latest fling
Was it half as good as you say
I don’t think you told me everything

You said you met this wicked girl
She came in and wrecked your world
And now you know that it was wrong
She came and gone…

Probably thought it would be fun
But your feelings got the best of you
You’re on the wrong end of the gun
And had no idea what was best for you

You say you wanted to be her friend
You’ll never see her face again
And now you know that it was wrong
She came and gone…

So, you sit there by yourself
Thinking hard and wondering what went wrong
Someday there’ll be someone else
You’re thinking to yourself it won’t be long

You try to leave the past behind
But you can’t get her off your mind
And now you know that it was wrong
She came and gone…
Track Name: Out of Touch
You grew up listening to Journey
But now you think that you’re an expert on punk
You read your rock encyclopedias
And now you know all sorts of trivial junk
But you’re a

Poseur, poseur poseur
You ain’t done much you
Poseur, poseur poseur
That’s why you’re such a
Poseur, poseur poseur
You’re out of touch

You once were into ‘80s metal
And then you thought you were a mod
Even claim a handle of hip hop
You expect these kids to think you’re God
But you’re really a

Poseur, poseur poseur
You ain’t done much you
Poseur, poseur poseur
That’s why you’re such a
Poseur, poseur poseur
You’re out of touch

You like to see yourself as old school
But you don’t know what “old school” means
Maybe some wannabe will stab you in the neck
Then you can be a martyr for the scene
But today you’re a

Poseur, poseur poseur
You ain’t done much you
Poseur, poseur poseur
That’s why you’re such a
Poseur, poseur poseur
You’re out of touch

I’ll bet you secretly love emo
Though you won’t admit it to your friends
I’ve heard the same old shit line since 1978
From tricks like you who tell me punk is dead
Track Name: When All’s Said And Done
Just another bum on the street
And he’s worthless to anyone.
No home, no job, no spouse;
Smells like he hasn’t bathed in months.
Doesn’t seem like he’s much of a man
As he leans against the wall.
But he knows the meaning of life:
He knows there’s no meaning at all,
When all’s said and done…

Just another guy in a suit,
And he has a well paying job.
Making some corporation richer,
He’s just another white-collar snob.
And when he sees all the homeless out there,
He’s thankful for his ceiling and walls.
But to me, you’re all one and the same.
Your lives have no meaning at all
When all’s said and done…

Just another bag lady out there,
And she’s worthless to anyone.
No home, no job, no spouse;
Smells like she hasn’t bathed in months.
Doesn’t seem like she’s much of a woman
As she gets kicked out of the mall.
But she knows the meaning of life.
She knows there’s no meaning at all,
When all’s said and done…

Just another guy in a truck
And he has a well-paying job.
Making some corporation richer,
He’s just another blue-collar slob.
And when he sees all the homeless out there,
He wishes someone would kill them all.
But to me, you’re all one and the same.
Your lives have no meaning at all.
When all’s said and done…
Track Name: Quack
Well, I’ve seen Isis revealed
And I didn’t feel a thing
And I never got her number
And she wouldn’t dance with me
So now I’m always alone
And I’m never at home
And when she calls on the phone
She gets a click and a dial tone

Well, I’ve had it up to here with the schemes
And I’ve had it up to here with the games
And I’ve had it up to here with the tricks
And I’ve had it up to here with the scams

Now here’s a numbing truth
That uneased me so
The weird thing about it is
There’s not that much to know
Knowing my tendencies
She did not even care
‘Til I hell raised one morning
And like a spark she wasn’t there

And I’ve had it up to here with the scams
And I’ve had it up to here with the lies
And I’ve had it up to here with the games
And I’ve had it up to here… talk is cheap

I could hate to see her go
But I chose not to though
And I put that past behind me
And I watched that river flow
And I’d hear here and there
‘Bout how much I didn’t care
And how much I wasn’t there
But hey life isn’t fair

And I’ve had it up to here with the schemes
And I’ve had it up to here with the games
And I’ve had it up to here with the tricks
And I’ve had it up to here with the scams
And I’ve had it up to here with the talk
And I’ve had it up to here with the lies
And I’ve had it up to here with your face
And I’ve had it up to here with your shit!
Track Name: Bucket Of Clams
You were referred to me
For a very serious inquiry
You were referred to me
To be someone to give me all your money

Don’t miss this opportunity
To give me all your money

I heard you’re desperate
And I make a living selling bullshit
And it’s wrapped up in all your dreams
You can’t see through my greedy schemes
Can you imagine what to expect
Well, then, imagine long enough to cut a check
And I’ll pretend to care some more
Then you’ll bat your eye and I’m out the door

Don’t miss this opportunity
To give me all your money

Yeah, you know you can do it
Know you can do it
I know I’m fooling you
I know I’m can screw ya
Everybody gotta
Make a living somehow
And I’m gonna make it
Taking you down

Taking you down
Taking you down
Taking you down
Taking you down

Taking it down
And I’m taking it all

It’s all about the money
All about the fame
Survival of the fittest
I’m just doing what’s got to be done
Got to be done
Blame Charles Darwin
Blame him
Blame him for it all
Track Name: Soul Cancer
I’ve heard some things you’ve said about me
Of course it’s all behind my back
You have a way of redefining what is true
And pissing on the facts
But me I’ll tell it to you straight now
Because I’m such an honest man
And tell you how I feel about you being gone
The only way I can

The cancer’s out of me

The only times we’ve spent together
Was when you needed someone there
To hear your self-pity drunk sob story tales
And epics of despair
And from the day when I decided
To disavow your misery
I fell like I found some miracle voodoo cure
My soul again is free
Track Name: Draggin’ Lots of Heels
You want lots of property
But it’s just not clear to me
I simply don’t see what the fuss is all about
You might see me as a bum
But I’d rather work I’ll have you know
I just don’t define someone by what they own

Some people waste a life
And only try to accumulate
And then wonder why the world’s in a sorry state
At least I can see things equal
And I can look you in the eye
Any idiot can profit ‘til they die.

I survived what would have killed you
Just like what should have killed me too
So I think I earned my right to just refuse
You may think I’m just a freak
But I just see you as a whore
You’re just a well-trained dog who begs for more and more

Good dog!

If you don’t seem to want to gain
Well, then, the clique just thinks you’re lame
And they cannot deal with anything outside
They got their well-established views
And it’s a mortal sin to choose
Unless you’re choosing well within their border lines

But they’re just dragging lots of heels to HELL
Track Name: So Shoot Me
This life it seems has someone
Always keeping me down
When I want what’s mine it ain’t even ever allowed
But there’s only so much that I can take and when you push me too
Far there’s your final mistake

Here’s that burst of adrenalin
Now I’m gonna take it over
Here’s that burst of adrenalin
Now you better run for cover
Here’s that burst of adrenalin
Now your party is over.

Most of what I got in life I
Had to put up a fight
Most of it was what many others would consider their rights
But I never gave up and I’m just starting up
And the time has arrived when I’ve suffered enough
Track Name: Oscar X. Wilde
I can’t help it if you’re foolish and you can’t be trusted with a human mind
You invested your pity fairly well too bad you need it to survive

Get away,
Get away,
Get away from me

Nice to see you pulled it off but who wants pity as the reason to succeed
There’s too much risk in the eventual exposure of your mediocrity
You’ll find that once you cross a certain line
They won’t grant any excuses to your deeds
It’s just a purpose for a paycheck and a way to fill your selfish carnal needs

Get away,
Get away,
Get away from me

I guess you need to learn what’s cheaply pandered always tends to snap
And fall apart
It’s kind of funny actually
You have confused your fashion fetish with your art
And now you wear it but it looks so goddamn ugly
Like your soul
Because that’s not how that is used and supposed to be
But then you lack true self control

Get away,
Get away,
Get away from me

It’s just a cycle of defeat
Your muse is wishing certain death each time you speak
And in a world of gifted minds
She’s cursing God for setting her up with a freak

Get away,
Get away,
Get away from me