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Introduction
04:31
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is there a way out of here?/is there a way out of blacking out and nodding out?/is there a way out a way out of fear?/is there a way out of selling out or dropping out?/
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Last days (goddamn)
02:10
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goddamn we must be living in the last days if/the president's black but the system is racist/when I got to your house everybody was wasted/gotta hang those crackers who lynched troy davis/if I start to believe in the words that we're saying/gonna get locked up or knocked dead on the pavement/chinga la frontera but while we're waiting/got some new punk vinyl and it's fucking amazing/but don't you dare push play on that record player before/you can give me one good reason not to walk out of this door/drive your car up to oro valley and burn every store I can find/because these days it just seems like the best thing that I can try/is to never leave my house for weeks at a time/so nobody asks how I am and I don't have to lie/I swear every song is a prophesy or it's/a promise we have to live up to before it's/even worth the time that it took to record it/because I don't want to be another asshole on tour because/I'm too lazy to go to work in the morning/and I guess that's true but this has got to be more than/a bomb shelter for us to ride out the war in/I'd sooner kiss these ruins than fucking ignore them/but don't you dare give up on us or anarchy before/you can name one government not rotten to its core/when this world finally burns who will be holding the torch?/these days it just seems like the best thing that I can try/is to never go back home for weeks at a time/so nobody asks how I am and I don't have to lie/
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I woke up cold so cold that I could barely breathe/I woke up alone so alone that I could barely see/woke up in my room in a room that never feels like it's mine/my neighbors don't look they pretend not to see while I scream at the sun begging it not to shine/I walk down the street and smile at passersby/I give beggars change and keep walking on by/I try to be nice as much as I can/but the people who know the ones who know me they'll you about the man that I really am/they'll you about the kind of man that I am/they'll tell you about the man that I really am/I have a mask but my mask it's not going to save me today/from a beard full of mace and pepper spray/and our shields just broke yeah our shields are broken lying down on the street/when the cops move in who are your friends going to be?/who the fuck do you think that your friends are going to be?/lord only knows only knows how short this life will be/what I don't know is if that's going to be short enough for me/because I feel asleep cold feel asleep so cold that I could barely breathe/I lay down alone so alone that I could barely see/when the cops move in who are my friends going to be?/fell asleep so alone that I could barely see/
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I was raised in the north underneath the pines/where the pavement ends and the police hide/moved down and to the west where it is so dry/that all the streets flood when it rains every time/so I'll just sit here in the yard and hope that the power goes out/because this could be the time that it never comes back on and that would be that would be fine/and I swear to a god that I never planned never planned to believe in/that if I ever drink again/it's going to kill me or I'm just going to wish that it did/I'll tell you right now I didn't quit shooting dope/to watch the border patrol pull this shit unopposed/the south side is a police state that's not the type of thing I normally say/because I hate it when our rhetoric exaggerates, but where i'm from the police kidnap people every day/don't sleep at night until the last prison/gets burnt down or turned into a museum/don't breathe until the last dollar bill they print/gets tossed into a wood stove in new england/I couldn't leave my house today I'm too terrified of market exchange/nothing remains in the hands that made it no one working for each other everybody working for a wage
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I don't hope for justice if it did exist/I wouldn't be walking down the street to where you live/my house is chaos and all of my money's gone/but I've never been the type to grab something and hold on/I don't work for justice I don't give a shit/I'm just trying to walk on down the street to where I live/my life is chaos and all of my friends are gone/but I've never been the type to keep in touch with anyone/
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Fuck everything
03:24
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I've got a sink full of dishes to do but I won't do them today/I've got rent coming due I ain't got money to pay/a bad summer ahead but I think that I'll stay/letters I have to write but I don't know what to say/I've got things I think I would steal if I wasn't afraid/and things I should do but let's go smoke in the shade/jobs that I ought to find but there's no freedom in trade/businessmen I'll forgive for the money they made/because if I spend all my time being mad about all the things that there are to be mad about/when will we have the time to take the bastards down?/I'm walking downtown to sleep in a park because the cops all say we can't sleep in a park/maybe this is going to be stupid, but I'm going to find out/some liberals will hate our guts when we walk in the street/and some will hate us because they love the police/because I know that no ballot is going to represent me/if that's the point of all this then don't count on me/what I hear about oakland has got me thinking/that I might have been too much of a cynic/I don't know if this is stupid, but I'm gonna find out
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in the space between a neighborhood and a street map/between a battle fought and a ballot cast/between our vacant hands and the things we lack/in the space between having nothing and everything/between your tired bones and the empty buildings/between this abandoned lot and a vegetable garden/there are people with guns who know how to use them/nothing better to do than hop in their cruisers/and go crack the skulls of some dropouts and losers/and get congratulated on restraint when they do it/so if we can't blow up a social relationship, we also can't reason with bullets/so let's not be confused who uniforms and badged work for/it's not intelligence that keeps assholes rich, it's fucking armies of blue rolling with full clips/with handcuffs and clubs for anyone who's sick of going without just because they're poor/and in the space between who I am and who I should be/between a tired loner and a community/between where the van broke down and alturas street/and in the space between me and the neighbors out on the street/between these walls that we pay to keep/and the ruins that this world deserves to be/
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Song for next May Day
04:41
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they stole everything and locked it away/so we'll smash everything that's in the way/of a world where we can stand to breathe/without giving up what being human means/we can't wait for someone else to write the songs that we'll sing on the barricades/or until the last police is gone to keep each other safe/we can't wait until we know we aren't wrong to raise the stakes/we can't wait for someone else to write the songs that we'll sing on the barricades/I meet people everyday who can barely bring themselves to believe/that the sun is coming up again/I meet people everyday who can't bring themselves to believe/that the world is gonna change, as if it's ever done anything else
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Last song
03:46
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and I dreamt of a city on fire/woke up to one intact/made it halfway on the walk to the grocery store/before I turned back/we could walk until the concrete ends/quit work until the money's all spent/but how long until we're walking back to the plasma clinic again?/the bosses we want off our backs are everywhere we can run/so if there's a way out then it's not on our own/and I dreamt of the needles to come/and I woke up afraid/mad enough to burn down the radio/that woke me up this way/I could walk when the bus lines end/shoot dope until the money's all spent/but how long until I'm walking back/to check into detox again/the monkey I want off my back is everywhere I can run/so if there's a way out then it's not on my own/there's a way out but it's not on my-her-his-their-our own/
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Punk with all the wrong instruments from Tucson, AZ.
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