1. |
Struggling
05:23
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We never understood the depths of the anger of the disadvantaged blinded by their rage.
When people are seeing red, logic flies out the window.
Lost in the circus the carney takes the stage.
He's got the illusions without any proof
He's got all the answers without any truth
Their disillusions are his winning hand.
My best friend came back home from the war educated in a way no young man should.
Impossible to live with anymore he always tried to hang on best he could.
He always had his political side but all his buddies committed suicide
And this might be enough to do him in.
And I'm struggling to find a light in the darkness, nothing's making sense in this world.
And I'm struggling to stay on the righteous side of love but this nightmare just became reality
And nothing's making any sense to me.
I know you wanted someone new, you thought that you knew what to do
We've all drawn a line in the sand.
So many people victimized by the very folks who've convinced them to vote against their own best interest.
So many people victims of their own feelings uncomplicated with facts.
You're still stuck down on the ground, you wanna burn the whole place down
You put the world into his tiny hands.
And I'm struggling to find a light in the darkness, nothing's making sense in this world.
And I'm struggling to stay on the righteous side of love but this nightmare just became reality
And nothing's making any sense to me.
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2. |
I Need A Win
03:54
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Lately a few big bummers
followed by a string of others
at the tail end of this awful year
From the Vernal to Autumnal
I'm lashed to the gunwale
of a lifeboat cast to sea
a mutineer
Normally I'd weather without noticing
But the combined effect has got me so low
I need a win
My soul needs satisfying
I need a win
My pride needs fortifying
I need the thrill of victory
Defeat this agony
Put a W on the end
I need a win
I need the good guys to win
I need to feel I'm right
How could I be so wrong?
I need to cheer and have it mean something
What more could I have done?
A person needs to feel they can depend
On our better angels to come through for the win
(chorus)
I need right to beat wrong
I wanna feel like my kind belong
Maybe it's only a song
I'd love to believe I was right all along
I know that it's just a game
unimportant too
In an average year
This season could've been a tonic
distraction from the coup
but hopeless Volunteers
Failed yet again to reach potential
I can't believe I let myself care
I need a win
My heart needs the blood
I need a win
Something decisively good
I need to taste champagne
get my mind off of the pain
I'll say it again
I need a win
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3. |
The Truth You Need
04:01
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The shots rang out and the blood rolled down the sidewalk
In a town most couldn't locate on a map.
When the story broke and everyone began to talk
They took the bait and fell into the trap.
Was that cop a racist pig with a vendetta?
Was the victim a thug or a thief?
Just keep on scrolling til you find the perfect headline.
The one that holds the truth that you need.
A mad man opens fire at a night club
We've yet to see his face or hear his name.
Suddenly everyone's an expert, pointing fingers and passing the blame.
What God did that shooter believe in?
Are they coming to take away my liberties?
Better keep on scrolling til you find the perfect headline
The one that holds the truth that you need.
Preconceived notions that's been brewing in your mind will guide your fingers to the facts you're wanting to find.
Your favorite blogger on the web or channel on tv keeps you living in fear and believing in the ones that hold the truth that you need.
The anchorman keeps pushing the agenda, the viewer parrots like it's all a game.
The hatred and the lies keep on spreading while social media fans the flames.
If you ever took a peak behind the curtain at the wizard who was pulling all the strings.
Would you wake up or just keep on believing in the ones that hold the truth that you need
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4. |
A Fox In Every Henhouse
02:30
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A fox in every henhouse
A knife in every back
a cop in every donut shop
but there's no laugh track
but this isn't comedy
it's no Broadway show
it's real life cinema verite
but I don't5 really know
what that means.
A hand in every pocket
an elbow in every rib
sand in your eye socket
he's shooting from the hip
the triumph of the assholes
whose endgame is this
keep us all confused and afraid
parading toward the abyss
What makes you think
that he would ever work for you?
His only interest is himself
When people are seeing green
morals fly out of the window
Might makes right
it might as well
Someone's gonna get us
We gotta keep them out.
He knows better than anyone
how this will all work out
Whatever you were promised
it's all crooks and billionaires
newly encouraged Nazis
Seiging Heil everywhere
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5. |
The Only Time
03:34
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The only time he wore a hard hat, flannel and cut off jeans
Was when he realized he could score points for his team
And the dirt on his hands was airbrushed like his tan
And the good ole boys though he was one of them
The only time he waved a flag and gave a warm salute
Was when the cameramen were poised at his feet
The boys with missing limbs laid out in front of him
were only for the prime time meet and greet
Oh he made promises yes indeed
Ones that put him where he is today
And ever since the choice was made
He's spent all his time backing away
The only time he fed the hungry was once on Channel 2
When he handed bowls of soup to mountain kids
He said "I'm one of you" and somehow we were fooled
His Gucci shoes never blew the lid
The only time he read the Bible, oh wait he never did
But an intern helped him learn 3:16
And with his sweaty palms he quoted David's psalm
No one questioned his morals or beliefs
He surrounds himself with people who share his taste
For things that few could afford
And once they finally see him as he is
They'll be an angry horde
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6. |
Oh Kellyanne
02:52
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Oh Kellyanne
I can't stand
to see your face again
nobody can
believe a word
you're saying
All dressed up and nowhere to go
Sunday morning all alone
You ain't on nobody's talk show
And you got no place to go
Oh Kellyanne
I keep wishing
you'd go away
and since you were
already on your way
Take old Bannon with you to Hell
Give Mr. Miller a ride as well
Let's leave Spicey a story to tell
You know you're all gonna go
and I wonder how you sleep at night
with the strangest of bedfellows
Hello?
Hello?
Oh Kellyanne
that hand that you're
in bed with
We understand
the power
went to your head
And it's as close as you're every gonna be
You're making me question my sanity
I just hope we avoid WWIII
You're like children playing with fire
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7. |
Shut Up And Sing
04:10
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The boys and girls are standing in line
All for a shot at the big time
This may be your one and only shot
This town's got talent. Let's see what you got
They don't care where you've been
They don't care where you're going
As long as you got what it takes to keep the cashbox growing
They don't care what's in your heart
so don't tell them what you think...
Go ahead bitch
Just shut up and sing
Pat and Cooley kinda lean to the left
Rednecks tell them keep it to yourself
Meanwhile they call a yankee their Uncle Ted
Ban all the records, boycott the band
The boys from Alabama, they know where they've been
They ain't out to make no bank, ain't trying to lose no friends
And they sure as Hell ain't looking to be the next big thing
And you can bet your ass they won't shut up & sing
We've had violence in the streets, fought useless wars
Had politicians selling like a two dollar whore
Entire networks paid to tell us what to think
We've had good men expressing a different view
Ain't got all the answers but they're seeking the truth
Their song's of love allow us to be free
Ain't you glad Lennon didn't shut up & sing?
Ain't you glad Dylan didn't shut up & sing?
Ain't you glad Woody Guthrie didn't shut up & sing?
Ain't you glad the Clash didn't shut up & sing?
Ain't you glad Ronnie didn't shut up & sing?
Ain't you glad Ole Haggard didn't shut up & sing?
Ain't you glad Pete Seeger didn't shut up & sing?
Ain't you glad Neil didn't shut up & sing?
You can bet your ass we won't shut up & sing!
You can bet your ass we won't shut up & sing!
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8. |
Not Gonna Do It
01:56
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Remember when I said that I'd
drain the swamp
(Not Gonna do It)
Back when I said that I'd
lock her up
(Not Gonna do It)
Make Mexico pay for the wall
(Not Gonna do It)
Making America great for you all
(Not Gonna do It)
I was never gonna do any of that stuff
I just said it to get you all worked up
All those things that I promised you
I was never gonna do
I was just using you
You're so easy to use...
Tweet our way into WWIII
(Just might do it)
Give away our secrets to the enemy
(Just might do it)
I'm the best at everything I do
I don't have to listen to you
gather and march, whimper and whine
Putting up posters, carrying signs
The news is a fake. I never said shit
Show me a clip and I'll deny it
the offer is good and you will buy it
It's so easy to sell shit to you.
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9. |
The Mad King
02:56
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I choose my hoarse
I cast my vote
I just never felt the need
to put a flag on my boat
no bumper sticker slogan
ever changed my mind
"Fuck your feelings"
I just can't get behind
I Won! I Won!
Cries the Mad King
Lit the fire of hatred
Burn down the street
He could not fail
He's way too big
It's all a fraud
The game must be rigged
Started out with a small loan
of only one mil
He woulda never made it
up in these here hills
Now we all face
a much harder road
The world stage
was never your reality show
Ride that train
til you run it off the rails
Beat a dead horse boy
Tweet your way to Hell
I chose my horse
I cast my vote
But it's up to me
how my story is wrote
I work harder every day
to be a better me
Tell all my children
Good riddance to the
Mad King!
Goodbye Goodbye
Good riddance to the
Mad King!
Bye Bye, Bye Bye...
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10. |
Bitter To The End
02:20
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One thing’s for sure
Nobody’s gonna call you a quitter
Even when you know you won’t win
I think your only goal is to keep us bitter
Bitter to the end
Anything you can do
To send it all down the shitter
You like the lie
Better than the truth
With everything you have to hide
You wanna see us bitter
Bitter till the end
Seeing otherwise respectable people
Sacrifice themselves to you
Remains a mystery to me
Looking back from some future time
At what we see with our own eyes
Something for history to see
Re-lit the fires that were out
You blazed those torches
Made those boys proud
Now it’s up to us to put out the flames
Turn away from hate
And try not to stay bitter
Bitter till the end
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11. |
Setting The Stage
04:22
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There has to be darkness
to appreciate the light
the very brightest star is
only seen at night
You have to have suffered
Winter's cold and gray
to fully feel the magic
of a warm Spring day
We're setting the stage
Not staring into the abyss
The coming of a bright new age
starts from a place like this
We need to feel desperate
to almost give up hope
Force ourselves to meditate
put our souls under microscope
Like the forest needs the fire
to burn away the dead
To make the changes we require
we have to clear our head
We cannot know now
if salvation comes
When or who or how
There is no trail of breadcrumbs
But the coming generation
should be a reinforcement
Should give us inspiration
to last the current moment
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