Society Blinds the Willing

by Michael Psycho

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released January 8, 2019

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Michael Psycho

Old, angry guy and reputedly the world's most hated musician. Creator of DIY classics such as the 1990 vinyl slab named "Think" (re-released on S-S 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: Church
You’ve been partying Saturday night
Your hangover hurts
But you’ll be absolved from sins
Once you go to church

See that bum out on the street
Leave him in the lurch
You put a buck in the collection plate
When you go to church

When you show up at the polls
No need to do research
Just vote the way that you are told
When you go to church

That preacher’s a pervert
A dirty son of a bitch
But he just had to cry like a baby
He’s back in charge of the church

Now today is Pastor’s Day
Give until it hurts
Pay out the ass for that nice new car
Your pastor drives to church

Satan doesn’t need to try
Very hard to search
There are lots of gullible suckers
In the pews at church

Your God is your ego
What you really worship first
You know you’re better than everyone else
Because you go to church

Go to church, go to church
It’s time to go to church
Get your fat ass out of bed
It’s time to go to church
Track Name: Pig's Ass
You act like there is nothing wrong with your life
And always pretend to be happy
But on the real, you are not satisfied
Deep down inside
Well, let me tell you, friend, you aren’t doing anything
You’re trapped in some dumb bullshit
You’re not moving forward
You’re just hanging from a goddamned cliff

Your fingers are getting numb
Hanging on that cliff
You’re in denial that you’re just
Another working stiff
You don’t see life as a gift
You moved into this here town to pillage and to rape
Your fictitious moral posture is just sour grapes
How do you live with yourself?
This narcissistic tendency
That runs your mental health

Pig’s ass, you got it made
Pig’s ass, you made the grade
Pig’s ass, you’re happy now
Who would care less anyhow

The phony cheap veneer
That you cover yourself with
Is just a lame ass novelty
A fairy tale, a myth
You look weak from where I sit
Thinking you have a gift of wisdom for the world
Rolling balls of mucus up and selling them as pearls
You think you were born to lead
You just push this junk for cash
That no one really needs

Pig’s ass, you got it made
Pig’s ass, you made the grade
Pig’s ass, you’re happy now
Who would care less anyhow
Track Name: Rain on Your Parade
I’ve lost my faith
I’ve lost my mind
I’ve gotten them both back in time
But
I’ve not afraid of the rain

I can be rough
I can be mean
Sometimes I have to make a scene
But
I’m not afraid of the rain

I know the work I have to do
I know that I will make it through
I’m not a perfect man, you see
And I’m not trial and error free
But
I’m not afraid of the rain

I’ve lost some family and friends
I’ll never speak to them again
But
I’m not afraid of the rain

It’s sad to see
That actually
Some people must look down on me
But
I’m not afraid of the rain

I know the work I have to do
I know that I will make it through
I get results and make them last
I take the names and kick the ass
And
I’m not afraid of the rain

I will resist
While I exist
I’ll crush and melt all iron fists
And
I’m not afraid of the rain

I’ve spoken up
For many years
Not cowering
In silent fear
And
I’m not afraid of the rain

I know the work I have to do
I know that I will make it through
I’ll never rest without a doubt
Until the trash is taken out
And
I’m not afraid of the rain
Track Name: Keys
Some people plant flowers in their back yard
I plant keys

You won’t get in
If you don’t have the key
I’ll get in there
Because I have the key

You won’t get through the door
Without the keys
You can’t start up and ride
Without the keys

You can’t get off the grid
Without your keys
You’re stuck in downward skid
Without the keys

I can’t stand life here anymore
Too dumb for me
I can’t go out in the backyard
It’s 110 degrees
It’s not the city I used to know
It’s turning twee
I must escape this public hell
Thank God for keys
Track Name: Shorts
Woke me up for days in a row
Sent me places I don’t want to go
Made me see and hear things I didn’t want to know

You’re getting no shorts from me

Stare in a man’s eyes lead him along
Try to sing a ballad how you’ve been wronged
Too many times have I heard that song

You’re getting no shorts from me

Don’t waste your breath trying to explain
Your testimony was just in vain
Quit with the act I’ll just make it plain

You’re getting no shorts from me

Telling a tale of exotic lies
You mustn’t think I’m very wise
I see right through your disguise

You’re getting no shorts from me
Track Name: Unsavory
Winnie really wanted to try a train
Why she was so scared she could not explain
She was feeling high anxiety
So for advice she called mommy

Winnie does not like unsavory smells
Winnie worries about unsavory smells

Winnie really wanted to do that train
She called her mom hoping she was not insane
What if she started having high anxiety?
Mom told her just think about Paul McCartney

Winnie does not like unsavory smells
Winnie worries about unsavory smells

Winnie got right on and didn’t fool around
She met some real nice guys and went right to town
She’s really glad she went and did that train
Downtown will never look or smell the same again

Winnie does not like unsavory smells
Winnie worries about unsavory smells
Track Name: Onan of the Congas
My neighbor’s beating off in the outdoors

He must be bored

He’s out there for all the neighbors to see

He mustn’t have much opportunity
To amuse himself so he beats off outdoors

He must be really struggling through life
Where is his wife?
My neighbor’s beating off in the outdoors

He must be bored

I won’t call the cops I’m not an ass

Maybe he’ll stop if someone asks

He’s in his own yard probably has a right

We try to mind our business
But yet we’re forced to witness
Because the fact is
We still hear him beating off in the outdoors

My neighbor’s beating off in the outdoors

He must be bored

Guess he needs some sort of release
But into the night he just won’t cease
My neighbor’s beating off in the outdoors

We try ignoring him and go about our affairs

He just lights a tiki torch and doesn’t care

He seems to like playing with adult toys

It might not disturb the neighborhood
If he didn’t make so much noise

What a weird thing to do with his life

Maybe he’s egged on by his wife

My neighbor’s beating off in the outdoors

He must be bored
Track Name: Hand Toss Mood
I’m not the creep, you’re the creep

Flying off the ground
So you can look around
Because you want to see
Why your mind is making sounds

Send the dogs around
Out sniffing on the ground
Because you fear what you don’t know
Is going to get you down

Hearing all the voices
And assuming they are one
I think that your mom and dad
Should worry about you son

Called you on your shady wage
Read my words from off the page
You tried to strike with rage
Now my spotlight’s on your stage

911 on the phone
You’re outside your happy home
And you are scared and all alone
Because you have to self-deflect
The creep you really are
You are afraid you will project
The creep you really are
The creep you really are
The creep you really are

5150 the police have been notified
Track Name: Above Route 50 at 0300
Anger consumed me
Could barely breathe
I went and wandered
Knife out of sheath
I lived a bad dream
My wounded head
Walked with the demons
Bathing in dread

Blind to a future
Mourning the past
I was so certain
Life shouldn’t last
Earth was my homestead
Slept on the ground
Like that old song says
Lost now I’m found

I am surviving
You will as well
Please don’t contribute
To harming yourself
Live for the sunrise
See what it brings
Time is a healer
Takes care of things

When the well runs dry
You’ll want to run
As the walls are falling
And the fire comes
Don’t hurry out yet
Wait for a while
Be still and patient
Then walk that mile

Then fly
Far away
Fly
Far away
Track Name: Empathy for the Archangel
Please don’t ask for my help
You’ve been far too long astray
If you walk that beaten path
I won’t get in your way
I’ve been shunned for many years
No pleasure you could gain
You made me love my solitude
Now kindly stay away

Don’t pretend to understand about me
You don’t know my name

This planet was once paradise
It looked just fine to me
But for some reason people came
And couldn’t let it be
You did just what you wanted
Disregarded right or wrong
The fallen angel’s “might is right”
Done dragged you right along

You’d think I’d feel resentment
But that’s simply not the case
I’ve seen way too much bad behavior
By the human race
I won’t protect your interests
And I won’t defend your crimes
I won’t try to engage with you
It’s just a waste of time

I’ll never try to tempt you
That’s for someone else to do
You’re probably under that control
Perhaps without a clue
You’ll see me at your deathbed
Psychopomp that is my job
With your last breath, you’ll feel regret
Might feel like you’ve been robbed
Track Name: Gone By, Called A Mess
You walked up and said “How do you do”?

I wasn’t interested, as you already knew.

No attraction; just intrigued at the most.

So you packed your car, and headed to the coast.

Now
All you want to do is sing for your dinner
By singing to people who are eating their dinner
Because a girl’s somehow got to make a living
And your gogo dance body is now unforgiving
So
All you want to do is sing for your dinner
By singing to people who are eating their dinner
As you slow on down from the life of a sinner
And plus, if only you had kept yourself thinner
But
All you want to do is sing for your dinner
By singing to people who are eating their dinner
You hoped that you could be an academic winner
But you’ve always gotten paid with the outer not the inner
So
All you want to do is sing for your dinner
By singing to people who are eating their dinner
You finally gave up on chasing the glimmer
So you moved to an island now you’re someone’s ring rimmer
But
All you want to do is sing for your dinner
By singing to people who are eating their dinner
Yep
All you want to do is sing for your dinner
By singing to people who are eating their dinner
Track Name: From the Top We Can See
From the top of the mountain
We can see the ocean

We are climbing
Keep on trying
Why stop moving
Life is motion

Onward climbing
Can’t stop trying
Keep on moving
Life in motion

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