Lyrics to live by.

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The facts we hate: The facts we'll never meet.
walking down the road.
Everybody yelling "hurry up!" "hurry up!"
But I'm waiting for you, I must go slow.
I must not think bad thoughts.
When is this world coming to?
Both sides are right but both sides murder.
I give up; why can't they?
I must not think bad thoughts.
The civil wars and the uncivilized wars.
conflagrations leap out of every poor furnace.
The food cooks poorly and everyone goes hungry.
from then on it's dog eat dog, dog
eat body, & body eat dog.
I can't go down there. I can't understand it.
I'm a no good coward & an American too.
a north American, that is not a south
or a central. Or a native American.
Or an alien American.
oh i must not think bad thoughts.
I'm guilty of murder of innocent men,
innocent women, innocent chil-dren,
thousands of them!
My planes, my guns, my money, my soldiers, my blood on my
hands, it's all my fault!
I must not think bad thoughts.
I must not think bad thoughts.
The facts we hate:
you'll never hear us.
"I hear the radio is finally gonna
play new music, you know, the
British invasion."
But what about The Minutemen, Flesh Eaters, DOA,
Big Boys. And effing Black Flag?
Will the effen last American band to get played
on the radio please bring fuckin' flag?
please bring effing flag!
Glitter-disco-synthesizer night school.
All this noble savage drum, drum, drum.
astronauts going back in time to hang
out with fucking cave people.
It's about time, it's about space.
It's about some people in the strangest place.
Woody Guthrie sang about b-e-e-t-s
not b-e-a-t-s.
I must not think bad thoughts,
I must not think bad thoughts, the facts we hate.



Crowded fifty to a room
There's too many rats in this cage of the world
And the women know their place
They sit home and write letters
And when they visit once a year
Well they both just sit there and stare
See how we are
Gotta keep bars in between us
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Now there are seven kinds of Coke
500 kinds of cigarettes
This freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazy
But in Acapulco
Well they don't give a damn
About k**s selling Chiclets with no shoes on their feet
See how we are
And the Mexico City tourist says to the Indian, "Get the fuck out of the
way!"
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Now that highway's coming through
So you all gotta move
This bottom rung ain't no fun at all
No fires and rockhouses and g****-flavored rat poison
They are the new trinity
For this so-called community
See how we are
Gotta keep bars on all of our windows
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Well this morning the alarm rang at noon
And I'm trying to write this letter to you
About how much I care and why I just can't be there
To draw your both and comb your hair
Last night in a nightspot
Where things aren't so hot
My friend said, "I met a boy and I'm in love"
I said, "Oh really... What's this one's name?"
She said, "His first name is Homeboy"
I said "Could his last name be Trouble?"
See how we are
Homeboy... Isn't that a South central gangster name?
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Yeah see how we are



You sat at home the windows tinted black
it hits you hard and you cried so long
life turned & wandered never to come back again

takes what she gives you don't feel sorry for her

when you fell out of the starlight inn
you were too hurt to walk
to bad to begin
i looked at the sign but i couldnt feel sad for you

takes what she gives you don't cry when you kiss her

poor little girl ran away from home
i try to explain why she wont say a thing
sad sad thing im so far away
now how can i say why she wont talk at all
she holds the deck of cards
she wants to be alone
"I got very ill and i tried waking up now i want to be alone"
when you ran out of petes hotel
you didn't look so good and you didn't feel so well
"hold me tight"
but i couldnt get it right

takes what she gives you...
poor little girl...
she holds a deck of cards
she wants to be alone
she still drinks in the dark
the radio is left on late
she saw a madman fight
and break it all cause she hated herself
and she felt better off
'cause she was only dru-nk