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Patriot/Asskicker
02:04
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How's everybody doing today?
(Applause)
For those of you that don't know me
My Pronouns
Are patriot
And asskicker
(Applause)
That's right
U.S.A., U.S.A., U.S.A., U.S.A., yeah
(I'll never give up! I'll never give out!)
Tell you what
I've got eagle bumps
And I'm sorry
Joe Biden
We don't get goosebumps here
You get eagle bumps, am I right?
Yeah!
No more empty promises
No more locking us down
No more masks
And no more
Grooming
Our children
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True Believer
03:50
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(Ooh, that song is gay!)
Woke up brushed my teeth again and listened to the police siren singing
Talk a lot, don't talk too much, did you hear? Our soldiers can't stop winning
Stare at the moon, feel okay, if they ask at work say that we've never met
Tuck your hair behind your ear, act real cool like I know, I know
Things are gonna be okay
Won't they?
Why wouldn't they?
And I can't see
What people like me
Have to do with
All this shit you're on
Tongues and blunders, I can't
Fight outnumbered, I can't
See past my T.V.
And you can't either
Walk around my neighborhood, don't step outside at all, who am I kidding?
Sing real loud (can you hear me now?), don't answer that, you're getting what you're getting
Feel kind of blue, that's okay, life's only as fucked up as it's always been
Watch more cartoons drink more beer, act a fool cause I know, I know
Nothing's gonna get in my way, no way
No yesterdays
And I can't see
What people like me
Have to do with
All this shit you're on
Tongues and blunders, I can't
Fight outnumbered, I can't
See past my T.V.
And you can't either
And I can't see
What people like me
Have to do with
Anything at all
Guns and thunder, I don't
Think, don't wonder, I just
Smile vacantly
A true believer
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3. |
Site of Grace
03:24
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They took you to a liar to rebuke you your deceit
Never ever pleased
They got you on your hands and knees
Cause they didn't want you to know what you could be
They wanted you to go back to sleep
And wash your hands of everything
And maybe it worked, but you're hella distracted now
Always tryna create some distance between you and what's coming out of your mouth, but
You still sound so strange
Why do you sound so strange?
You refocused your mind on grace and you were free
From every sort of fantasy
Cut out your tongue to spite your teeth
Bathed yourself in fire to be cleansed of your disease
Of all impurities
And you did this repeatedly
And maybe it worked, but your body's so fragile now
Always tryna create some distance between you and what you see when you look down, but
It still seems so strange
Why does it seem so strange?
When all that you are
Comes to a head
And everyone who should trust you trusts
Something else instead
They'll all see you out
The same way
Making sure your head's still down so
There's not hell to pay
And maybe it worked, but your heart is so hardened now
Always gotta create some issues where there just aren't any to be found, well
Why are you still so strange?
Why are you still so strange?
Why are you still so strange?
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Un/natural Hatred
03:30
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New nose, six thousand dollars
Lips, three thousand dollars
New chest, eight thousand dollars
(Ahh, haha, don't tell me! I never forget a face! Don't help me here. It's, ah...)
It's amazing the changes you can make for a few thousand dollars
(Bob? Bob Johnson?)
(Hi, Tom...)
It's amazing the changes you can make for a few thousand dollars
Imagine what Holiday Inns will look like when we spend
A billion
Holiday Inn, on the w-
Topping the charts
Echoes of strangers singing along
To my privatest thoughts
Thinking, "Oh, she must be just like me"
Doubting my spark
I'm always out in the first inning
Front like I can rawk
But I'm just a big stupid babyhead
The song starts with this, um
Transgender programming
She's got little angel wings, shoes
But she's the angel, yeah?
You're not, she's the angel, y'see?
But because you don't know this
Because you're not thinking, yeah
You are going to burn in hell
Going into the
The sissy porn, the transgenderism
Is akin to death
And you're actually programming yourself
With accepting femininity
This is how you ended up where you are, alright?
Watching that fucking
Sissy porn shit
What's in my heart?
And why is my head always spinning?
Can I call this art?
Or does it lack something that I can't see?
My stomach's in knots
Just imagining somebody listening in
I wish I could stop
But I've always been my biggest enemy
Try to write a song
Get everything wrong, y'know
Some people, they just seem
So creative
Try to be like them
Neglect my friends
Hide in a forcefield of natural hatred
Unnatural hatred
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Care System Youngstown, Ohio
song & dance enthusiast. worm girl. easy listening for young adults who are sociable, employable, and quick to make friends.
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