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Bloodlust Insanity
04:21
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Bloodlust Insanity by Patrick N. Neville
I DON’T KNOW WHY WE’RE SO BLIND
I JUST WANNA TAKE SOME TIME
LOOKING FORWARD, NOT BEHIND
MAYBE IT’S TIME TO CROSS SOME LINES
HEAR THE VOICES OF THE PRIVILEGED FEW
FROM THE TALKING HEADS ON THE TV NEWS
WHO SMILE AS THEY GIVE THE CUE
TO SILENCE THOSE DEEMED LESS THAN YOU
A FAMILY ALL HITS THE FLOOR
AS THEY’RE KICKIN IN THE NEIGHBORS DOOR
WHY CAN’T THEY JUST LET US BE?
THIS VIOLENT FASCIST FANTASY
AS WE STUMBLE ON ALL THE LIES
IT’S ALL THE SAME, THEN ANOTHER DIES
SPITTING THEIR HATE AND VITRIOL
AS WE TAKE A KNEE AT THE CAPITOL
HEAR THE VOICES OF THE PRIVILEGED FEW
FROM THE TALKING HEADS ON THE TV NEWS
WHO SMILE AS THEY GIVE THE CUE
TO SILENCE THOSE DEEMED LESS THAN YOU
A FAMILY ALL HITS THE FLOOR
THE COPS KICKING DOWN YOUR NEIGHBORS DOOR
WHY CAN’T THEY LET IT BE?
BLOODLUST INSANITY
ON ORDERS FROM THOSE PRIVILEGED FEW
THEIR FEAR SPREADING ON THE TV NEWS
AS THEIR SENDING IN THE TROOPS
THEY'RE HERE FOR ME AND YOU
A CHILD LIES DEAD ON THE FLOOR
AFTER KICKING DOWN THE WRONG DOOR
A TRAUMA YOU WON’T BELIEVE
BLOODLUST INSANITY
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Sleazeball Ballet
04:54
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Sleazeball Ballet by: Patrick N. Neville
The doctor told him
Get ready to go
Behind the veil Ralph ain't changing
With his twisted rotting toes
Vodka potato nose
Out there somewhere
He's late for some drinkin'
Then there's dear old Mrs. Mack
With her crooked aching back
Behind the veil she laughs at your pain and
Don't you ever come between
Her and her Benzedrine
or you'll find yourself
Buried in her basement
It's a place you go when life is a bore
When you feel like you can't take it anymore
In perfect lines and rows they abide
Seems like slow motion as they glide
Up and down and back and forth, through my mind
Old Franky told me he's got nowhere else to go
Behind the veil old Franky is scheming
And he's quick to swipe your pills
To fund his fucked up deals
It's always some get rich quick scheme
But you'll always know the place
You can find his wretched face
Behind the veil truth is naked
So they do it in the night
It'd be repulsive in the light
Relax now and enjoy the show!
It's a place you go when life is a bore
When you feel like you can't take it anymore
In perfect lines and rows they abide
Seems like slow motion as they glide
Up and down and back and forth, through my mind
Behind the Veil
There's a place you can go
Where your secret's safe
And no one else knows
It's all the same, so you might as well go
And it's off the Sleazeball.....Sleazeball.
Behind the Veil
There's a place you can go
Where your secret's safe
And no one else knows
We've all been there, so you might as well go
And you're off to the Sleazeball.....
The Sleazeball Ballet
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Again (again)
02:50
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Again by Patrick N. Neville
I wonder how I can tell
That there's nobody there
It burns like ball
Slips and falls
But I can't watch anymore Star Trek though
I won't let you go
And I smile as I burn all the evidence
I wanna go again and again
I believe in nothing
So there's nothing to say
I won't let you roll
Or bounce like nothings sacred
I'm in my motel room
You dance like nobody else
I won't let you though
because I can't ever turn and face it
I won't let you go
It's so vile
Can you feel my arrogance?
I'm gonna go again and again and again
I wonder what's left there?
After I burned down and blew up the motel
Without a microphone
I sing alone
You dance but nobody's watching though
I won't let you go
And it burns like a golden heretic
I wanna go again
I just want it one more time
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The Scenic Route
04:02
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The Scenic Route - by Patrick N. Neville
Can you not see yourselves?
Is that not the way to feel?
We're taking the scenic route
Strapped to an old flywheel
We took a hard right turn
To fields of old crushed cars
Rusting tanks, batteries strewn about
Cement chunks and bent rebar
Acidic plumes of smoke appear
Tied to the blackened soil
Lost among the burning stacks
Your careless creeping oil
Hissing blasts, escaping gas
Pilot lights, blue blazing eyes
Forming cracks in treated glass
Revealing the boiling skies
And it's so damn old
Caught up in your smokey curls
And when it all falls out
Now we're on the scenic route!
Controls set in banks and rows
Glow in a dim lit room
The smell of stale cigarettes
A whirring electric gloom
Sending out the alarm you sound
Cuts through the rusty night
Moldy bones and acetones
Of the polluted burning lie
And it's so damn cold
Staring into your single solitary mural
And when it all falls out
Now we're on the scenic route!
And it's so damn cold
Bathing in your profit driven world
And when it all falls out
We'll all be on the scenic route!
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Scumbag Yard Sale
03:17
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Scumbag Yard Sale - by Patrick N. Neville.
Little John and his brother Don
Were raised in the good ol days
They took a look, into the good book
And tried to live the way
But it didn't work and the daemons lurked
And soon they were led astray
Now they drink till they hurl
And hail the Fuhrer
All we could do was pray
Johnny Ray threw it all away
When he robbed that liquor store
He thought it would work
But he shot the clerk
Johnny ain't around no more
And his brother Don
Without brother John
Joined the army to run away
But it was a curse
Now he's under the earth
In some country far away
They say it takes a village
To make em big and strong
They say it takes a village
To teach em right from wrong
They say it takes a village
To keep em on that path
It also takes a village
To whip em till they crack
Mr. Lou, He taught grade two
Confused by Common Core
With the lack of funds
And kids bringing guns
They sent Lou out the door
No he spends his nights
Under dim lights
Bathed in Conspiracies
A lonely man in an angry land
Devoid of reality
They say it takes a village
To make em big and strong
They say it takes a village
To teach em right from wrong
They say it takes a village
As they're talking down to you
It always takes a village
Do as we say not as we do
Mr. Leize that greasy sleaze
Lives down in number four
You already know
The kind of creeps
That often darken his door
You know it ain't right
And it's hard to fight
Surrounded by all of these thugs
Flippin lids to all your kids
And then they scatter like bugs
They say it takes a village
To make em big and strong
They say it takes a village
To teach em right from wrong
They say it takes a village
Listen to what I say
It always takes a village
To pray the gay away
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6. |
Not This Time
05:01
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Not This Time - by Patrick N. Neville
Early in the morning
Something spoke inside my head
I pushed off my covers
And I jumped out of bed
I asked you where you’re going
As you ran out of my door
Like blackened metal sinking down
I'll rust here no more
You told me you were leaving
At least you think you should
But I can hear you as you follow me
Crackling through my woods
Wishing you could be
What you wanted to be
Spinning ever backwards
For some piece of me
And you won’t see me hangin’
Hangin’ on your lies
Oh no, you won’t
Not this time
Well I just couldn’t ever
Understand your silly words
That you just seem to laugh about
And I pretend I never heard
So we keep on playing
Broken records that we've made
Mesmerized and skipping round
But I’ve found my way
You try to hide your footprints
By walking in my stream
But the water only echos out
Your discordant harmony
And this time I won’t follow
I won't rest under your shade
Facing forward where the stars are out
I've got it made
And you won’t leave me danglin’
Danglin’ on your line
Oh no, you won’t
Not this time
And you won’t leave me layin’
Layin’ here to die
Oh no, you won’t
Not this time
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