Dogchokin' Motherlode

by Michael Psycho

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1.
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...
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Overtime 04:40
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…
3.
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!
4.
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…
5.
Out of Touch 02:38
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
6.
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…
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Quack 03:11
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!
8.
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
9.
Soul Cancer 04:25
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
10.
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
11.
So Shoot Me 02:33
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
12.
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
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God Damn You 01:55
You don't want to create You don't want to express You just want To engage us in your pissing contest But you don't understand And you can't comprehend You just ain't smart enough So why waste wit on you then You thoughts are mental farts Somebody light a match Take your ball go on home Sorry I had to pop it No need to reply No need to pretend No one will pay any heed To that waste of time you spent

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released May 4, 1999

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