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The Purge

by Michael Psycho

No lyrics really. Just a bunch of "ahlllahhllahllahllahhllahhlahhll"
Walking away from things Is easy to do. Retreating from a wasteful thing Is all right to do. And if you can’t tear away, You’ll never be free. You’ll just be in a wasted life. That’s nowhere to be. So you think you’d be better off on your own? Keep reminding yourself how much that you’ve grown? But you’ll just recruit a different face It’s just a different face But you’ll be playing the same old game. Trying to resurrect the glories Of the good old days. But see, you can’t repeat your past, At least not in those ways. You think it’s hell to be alone. I know this is true. But wouldn’t you rather have your pride. And wear your own shoes?
Kill Trap 04:08
He was a quiet and a clean-cut guy, A perfect neighbor. Never made any waves. Kept to himself; only smiled and said “HI”, Then he’d keep a-going on his way. He’d get on his bike and he’d ride to his job As a clerk in a grocery store. Got along with his bosses, and his co-workers too. They all thought he was an okay dude. On his lunch break, he’d sit and read Herbert Marcuse. He walked in the shopping mall department store One chilly December evening. Took a look around at the holiday crowd. He unzipped his field jacket and screamed out loud. Pulled out an AK and a Glock 17. He filled the air with bullets. It was quite a scene. He hit about a dozen people, killed about half. He took a smoke break and he started to laugh. He took several hostages and called Channel 3. He demanded… that the governor masturbate on live TV. They told him “No, sorry, son, that can’t be done.” So he shot a hostage, then he quickly made another one: That his cat be appointed ambassador to Saturn. The doctor theorized he’d stopped his medication. So, they’d plotted out a way to end the situation. The SWAT team closed in and aimed at his head. They later got medals for shooting him dead.
Rich Kid 04:01
Think you’re above my life? You should know better than that. Just someone with expensive things; I want much more than that. You’re somebody’s spoiled little brat. Bank account nice and fat. Mom and Dad are all you’ve earned. Face it, you’ve got money to burn. Think you’re an aristocrat With influential friends? If you were disowned tomorrow, They wouldn’t give you their last crap. Is money all you ever think of? Ever think of falling in love? More than just for fortune and fame; Not to marry into a name. Nowadays, you’re the toast of town. The debutramps think you’re divine. You’re just too elegant, You dandy pearled swine. Someday, you’ll get your dessert. Screwed up with nowhere to turn. They’ll send you off to the shrink. Your empty life has made you sink.
Drug Fiends 02:34
Drug fiends Walking down my street Hanging around in font of my house Looking for people to cheat Drug fiends Dying to get high Beating people up for money Just so they can buy More drugs More drugs More drugs More drugs ‘cause that’s all they do They’re drug fiends Drug fiends Getting on my nerves People cut ‘em too much slack More than they deserve Drug fiends I’m sharpening up my sword Think I’ll go out for a walk Slice and dice about 24 of them…
You're turning into the type I hate, As I watch you disintegrate. You let your partying dictate your life, Cutting off your future like a knife. I'm not trying to tell you How you should spend tour time. But if you just waste it, You're getting none of mine. You've got to save yourself. You've got to serve yourself. I know I sound like the preaching type. Deep down inside, you know I'm right. When's the alienation going to end, Burning bridges with your closest friends? I know I'm not perfect; At least I'm in control, While you're busy digging A deeper and deeper hole. You've got to save yourself. You've got to serve yourself.
Surrender 'Cause nothing is legal anymore Just sit in your house and watch TV Just sit on your porch and drink your beer 'Cause nothing is legal anymore...
The Purge 03:39
You’ve got a lot of nerve, Thinking you’re superior. You’ve got a lot to learn. If you play me, you’ll get burned. Thinking you can step on me… Get nothing in return? You ain’t seen the last of me, I’m just waiting patiently For my turn to take you off your pedestal, Burn your image and drag your soul straight down to Hell. You picked the wrong man to screw around. You need someone to Knock your ass straight to the ground. You made a big mistake, Dicked me off straight in my face And I bought it. What a waste. People like you make the world what it is today: Plastic, ignorant and cruel. Go ahead, say what you’ll say. You’ll get yours real soon I guarantee. I don’t care if you don’t believe me or you disagree. I’ll show you what spiritual warfare really means. I’ll teach you not to Fuck with my reality…
One More Day 05:10
Standing in the corner And the room is filling up. Why do I feel all alone, So lonely in a crowd? I feel bored and so on edge With nothing else to do Except to go out in the world On one more stupid search for… YOU. Life. It seems so useless Because we are apart. And I know you feel the same As we drag around our hearts. It hurts my head, my eyes get red The water starts to fill Whenever I am thinking That we’ll never meet… We never will. We just can’t connect. We’ve got to live our separate lives ‘Cause we’re not getting younger And it’s a struggle to survive. We’ll never have the chance to find out Who’s dead or who’s alive, ‘Cause we’re too busy dealing With the rest of our lives. Yea yea yea Ooo… one more day…
I see you every once in a while Looking hard as I pass you by Funny how so hard you try Looking like you’re such a hard guy Think you’re a real man? You’re just a charlatan A lower animal Stinking up the program You don’t scare me You’re just a tragedy A third-rate actor Just another nobody You think it’s cool to fight? Your head ain’t screwed right You’ll find the truth out One day or night Someone may stomp you Might even kill you The news will play you up As one more dead fool One more dead fool gone at last Sayonara! Arrivederci… good riddance.
I git up in the morning And take my ass to work I work all day, go home an’ eat, get drunk have sex and go to sleep ‘Cause I’m a FUCKPIG!!! And that’s all I’ll ever be Yeah, I’m a FUCKPIG!!! Lord, have mercy over me I’m underpaid, I got a shitty job I really hate my boss But if I quit, my wife would leave me Plus I couldn’t buy no more beer And I’m a FUCKPIG!!! And I’ve got no self-control Yeah, I’m a FUCKPIG!!! Lord, have mercy on my soul I sold my soul to the company store But hey, man, I don’t care As long as I’m always stinkin’ drunk And my dick is getting sucked I’ll be a FUCKPIG!!! And that’s all I’ll ever be Yeah, I’m a FUCKPIG!!! Lord, have mercy over me On my days off, I watch TV Get drunk and fuck my wife I’ll be like that ‘most every day For the rest of my sorry life, I’ll be a FUCKPIG!!! ‘Cause I’ve got no self-control Yeah, I’m a FUCKPIG!!! Satan straight up raped my soul…
See that woman out on the street See her husband slash her like a piece of meat Someone should call 911 But I don’t get involved with anyone I’m apathetic and I don’t care I do nothing and people stare I can’t help it life’s unfair I only work ‘cause it pays the bills Never seeking kicks and thrills Spend all weekend vegging out Nothing’s what my life’s about Don’t even try to get me to vote I think ballots are a fucked up joke Politicians are all the same None of them even know my name My girlfriend is a neurotic wreck Thinks I only want her ‘round for sex Yeah she’s right I just want to get laid Which is once every 30 days All these philosophers are such butt wipes Waste their time with the meaning of life If there is a meaning I could care less Knowing would just make me depressed
Don't wanna hear it any more Turn off the butt rock I can't stand it anymore Turn off the butt rock I don't like the way it sounds Turn off the butt rock I don't like what it represents Turn off the butt rock Turn off the butt rock Turn off the butt rock You don't even like how it sounds Turn off the butt rock You just think you'll have more friends If you turn up the butt rock Why can't you just understand And turn off the butt rock Playing that just makes people mad Turn off the butt rock Turn off the butt rock Turn off the butt rock Turn off the butt rock Turn off the butt rock Shut it down! Do it now! Turn off the butt rock


released June 7, 1994


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