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Freaks & Geeks

Concrete dream (hey!)
I’m gonna make a scene
The radio, covered in gasoline
Sleeping in reverse and
Everybody’s bouncing off the walls…

~*~

Don’t blink twice

History repeats itself

There’s fire on the ice

And on anarchic wealth

The freaks are loose

Let’s make a stupid bet

I’m talking nonsense

A secret alphabet

There’s rocks in our pockets

And concrete in our feet

We’re sinking faster

Than the fucking Titanic

We creeps crawl along

And knock at your doors

But open up please

We won’t be a religion bore

We’re weirdos of nature

Here to instill ideologies now

Hell, what you got to lose?

Earth’s screwed anyhow

The darker prospects

Of their patriotic riot mage

And skyscrapers falling

A catastrophic mobile rage

A screaming memory

Of the blackout and blitz

Punk rockers sing

For the revolver misfits

A thousand cries

Of a silent conspiracy

The stereo blasting news

For a planet gone crazy

There’s no future, no promise

No talk of change

Only soul selling compromise

And cold spare change

We live in troubled times

No emotion of fair

Everyone’s hurrying up

To beat the queue on Times Square

In an infected world

So few refuse contagion

We are the soldiers of sanity

Without a metal weapon

Bleeding from the wreckage

Inhaling poison gasses

But they won’t kill the geeks

We’ll save the masses

We won’t start the revolution

We sure as hell ain’t a final solution

But we’re the modern paranoia

And we will infect you with hysteria.

~*~

‘Cause it’s all that I want
And I want to be free
I got Satan riding next to me
‘Cause we’re all bloody freaks
And we’ll give you the creeps
Chasing fireflies and zeroes…

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Viva La LiberaciĆ³n

Arrogant invigoration of the man who held the nation

Aids, abets his information down the line of desperation

Holds the skies of bluest azure, paler than his sickly pallor

Wasting into silent terror, desecrate the florid colours

Forbid the likes of perversement, thought he ought to make a statement

But his lucky stars were all spent, can’t even pay for his own rent

And that man and his ambitions foolishly went for sedition

Lines of war and pure corruption, blame the mass for veneration

One can take the greed no longer, and their army’s growing stronger

Firestorms burning on the water, chaos ruling for the better

Pedestals fall for injustice, sycophants crawl for their service

Triumph sounds a trumpet solstice, as they take back what wasn’t his

Veterans of civilian spars admiring victory from afar

As the flag upright ceased the war and smiles arose from bloodied scars

Arrogant false desperation for the man who broke the nation

Yet fear not his litigation, for we hold our liberation.

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