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Mega City Blues
02:34
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America is an irradiated wasteland
Within it lies a city
Outside the boundary walls a desert
A cursed earth inside the walls a cursed city
Stretching from Boston to Washington, D.C.
An unbroken concrete landscape
Of 800 million people
Mega blocks
Mega highways
Mega City One
Convulsing choking
Breaking under its own weight
Citizens
In fear of the street
The shitty fucking cop
Only one thing not
Fighting for order in the chaos
Is not the men and women
In the Hall of Justice
Not juries
Not executioners
Not judges
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Dead Out of the Sun
02:13
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The future: the polar ice caps have melted
Covering the Earth
With water those who survived have adapted
To a new world
Bad luck English
But the Slavers are producing
A good grade of poxy these days
Cost you a handful of dirt
Or maybe that wind chime
What are you doing here
Just waiting
Take your hand off the sail
Took it legal
Previous owner was dead on the tiller when I found it
I've seen your boat before
For we shall suck and savor
The sweet flavor of Dryland
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Passengers
This is not a shoe
This is disorder
This is size 10 chaos
You see this?
This is death
In this locomotive we call home there is one thing
Between our warm hearts and the bitter cold
Clothing? No Jeans? No
Order is the barrier that holds back the cold and death
We must all of us
On this train of life
Remain in our allotted stations
We must
Each of us
Occupy our preordained
Particulate positions.
Would you wear a shoe on your head
Of course you wouldn't wear a shoe on your head
A shoe belongs on your foot
A hat belongs on your head
I am a hat you are a shoe
I belong on the head you belong on the foot
Yes so it is
In the beginning order was prescribed by your ticket
First bus, economy
Eternal order is prescribed
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My life fades
The vision dims
All that remains are memories
A time of chaos ruined this wasteland
Their world crumbled
The cities exploded
On the roads it was a white-line nightmare
Their leaders talked and talked
And talked
You hoard your gas
Look around you
Now your prisoners
Say you plan
To take your gasoline out of the Wasteland
We've all lost someone we love
But we do it my way
Just walk away
Fear is our ally
Take him away
The gasoline will be ours
Then you shall have your revenge
There has been too much violence
None are here are without sin
Nothing can escape
We come with an offer
We do it my way
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Day 1,000
Of the siege of Seattle
The Muslim community demands
An end to
The Army's occupation of mosques
The Homeland Security bill is ratified
After eight years
British borders will remain closed
The deportation of immigrants continues
Good morning our lead story
The world was stunned today
The youngest person on the planet
After refusing to sign an autograph
Baby Diego was fucking stabbed
Outside a bar in Buenos Aires
Witnesses at the scene say
Excuse me
Diego spat in the face
Of a fan who asked for an autograph
He was killed
In the ensuing brawl
The fan was later beaten to death
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