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Think 2​.​0

by Michael Psycho

The dead little trendies Are piled up in the street Their deaths are sure to Mess up the economy The poor store owners Are out committing Hari-Kari Dead little trendies Are piled up in the street There’s no hero now To get you off the hook The dead little weenyboppers Killed for their own good We’ve crippled all the fashionmongers They’re the real crooks The dead little trendies Piled up like firewood Us nonconformists Are getting sick of you But you’re so dumb and unrelenting What else can you do? ‘CEPT KILL YOU!!! Kill ‘em all…
You can laugh at how I look. I hope I'm entertaining you. I might not be laughing back out loud, But I think your life is funny too. 'Cause you're a stupid corporate sucker, A coward stuck in the system gears. You're so afraid of the friends you'll lose If you'd make up your own points of view. So run to the shopping malls right now With hard earned money in your wallet And spend it on what's in this season. You've got to keep up with fashion trends. And keep on laughing at me, fool, 'Cause at least I can think for myself. I'll keep on living happy/insane, While you think on others' pressure until the fuckin' grave... 'Til you're down in the fuckin' ditch! Ah hah...
Now, the problems have been solved And there’s no more tears. We start to get our heads together, now When someone interferes. Why do they make it their business In everybody’s but their own? There’ll be a day when we escape this. Someday, we’ll be left alone. We’ll be together, just each other, Free to be our own. But for now, we’ll be the subject Of all the gossip that they know. It’s ancient history, What they’re all talking about. Have they got better to do? Ha! I doubt! They have their own little world On their own one way street. They live there every day. They’re gonna die on it.
People disgust me nowadays Just want to make money and get laid Complain and gossip all the time Nothing constructive, sit around and whine Waiting for something to suck their brains out Keep their egos satisfied Guilt trips to keep them motivated Saccharine dreams to masticate to Prizes for keeping up with the Joneses A few more dollars for your slave work I’m sick of war, I’m sick of peace And all the schmucks that eat it up World affairs bore me to Hell And the slime in which they dwell Sometimes I wish they’d drop the big bombs But I know they lack the balls They just want to rake in profits Wasting other people’s taxes People screw up when they think Worry less ‘bout death than how they stink Wasting millions out on zit cream Just so they’d get more respect They wouldn’t get off their chairs to pee If it weren't for On Demand TV They always try to make me feel Like my head’s got a busted wheel Try to down me ‘cause I’m not In possession of what they’ve got I hate idiots who try to Make me feel like I don’t belong Maybe I don’t want to belong Maybe I don’t want to get along I’d be a suicide in a day If I suckered out to the game you play Why should I even try the real world? Compared to me, you’re processed cheese! I hate people who try to make me feel Like I don’t know anything Just ‘cause they got a piece of paper Ph. Ds are a total joke Someday it’ll come crashing down They’ll be scrounging in the streets They can annihilate themselves Race each other on a road to hell Armageddon’s just around the corner I’m not worried! It’ll solve things! Lead us to a more perfect world Where we don’t have to listen to you And you don’t have to listen to me…
First, you get a little anxious Then you get a little nervous Then you start to get delirious Psychotherapy… time for psychotherapy First, they take you to the hospital Then they give you the one-all ‘Cause your head is in recall From psychotherapy… time for psychotherapy Pretty pictures and inkspots Making dust cloths and flower pots Doesn’t mean a whole Hell of a lot Of psychotherapy… time for psychotherapy How’d you manage to get here? You can’t even remember All those pills and all those years Of psychotherapy… time for psychotherapy Freudian slip!
I’m so sick of the leadership today… And I’m pissed off at the state of the world… And I don’t need no laws to drag me down… And I don’t care what the government thinks… I don’t care ‘cause the government stinks So I don’t care what the government thinks
She didn’t have a very pretty face But her body was nice in almost every place He was an ugly mother, but she didn’t care He had wheels and bucks and took her everywhere She knew right then she had a first prize catch He was overjoyed he’d finally found some snatch And didn’t care at all about the money he’d paid ‘Cause when he got her drunk he was getting laid She was happy, long as he got his way… Well now it’s been a year and she’s out of school And poor dear her future doesn’t look too cool She had to get an abortion ‘cause of her lover guy Who left her long before, left her high and dry He’s got the same old job and wears the same old clothes He drives the same old car to all the watering holes ‘Cept he’s now one horny old S.O.B. Who no longer gets his rocks off for free She was happy, long as he got his way… She was happy, long as he was getting laid…
All I think about is violence Violence out on the streets Violence caused by the puppet strings Of the big bucks government Violence on cable networks Hey, that’s in and cool But they have to label me violent… Violent, mindless hatred Is all I think about All I think about is hatred Hatred guised as patriotism Hatred fertilized by people who control the world Hatred on all seven continents Hey, that’s in and cool But they have to label me hatred…
The kids are exploited And they don’t know what’s happening They have a choice Between cock rock stars And pseudo-rebels Who want to take their money. The guys want to rock, And the girls just want to fuck. So the guys go to the concerts ‘Cause the girls are there and they all want to Suck on Robert’s “Big Log.” And the kids are exploited And they don’t know what’s happening And I doubt the kids would care. Yeah, I doubt the kids would care. (“Fuck, man! I don’t give a shit! I want to rock!”)
Suddenly, law students Join up in the fray. They’ll someday be judges Who’ll make the people pay. They’ll choke your rights without a doubt (Their careers are on the line.) Their excuse for convicting you Is, “You did not look right.” So, this is America, The land of the free? That’s not what it was As I can personally see. They constantly ragged on My right to be me. Suggested that I pick from Their conformity tree.
We’ve all grown up and The cause is all over Now all of us can see what Real life is all about and We need our cigarettes and An overdose of coffee Our means are pretty decent Our ways are atrocious In a state of conformity You’ll stay hungry You’ll stay lonely You’ll stay homely Through decent setups And legal bombs We’ve figured a way out To pay our back taxes We’re cheating and forgetful You’d probably feel the same way If you had indecisive Identities In a state of conformity You’ll stay hungry You’ll stay lonely You’ll stay horny
Mind Sex 00:48
You call this a relationship? Nah, I think you’re full of shit. Talk about how you hate commitments; Just want to screw lots of guys. C’mon, warp my mind Yeah, sex my mind, baby Harp on about honesty. Practice what you preach. You talk about how you need the space. You just want to see me out of my face. C’mon, warp my mind Yeah, sex my mind, baby
Bobby is a nice kid He brushes his teeth everyday Does what his Mommy says all the time And always earns his pay. He takes out ugly, fat girls for fun And goes to church every Sunday. Bobby is a nice kid And I hate him.


released November 11, 2016


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