Every day a newsworth battle All you care for is the chatter of your priestess Bartering concience for her fame Vouching for the loser's reign When she rants and cries we hear it You make sure the herd will cheer it, all the usuals Join in for the common call That their greed will be our fall Have you listened to your foes? Are you even sure who share your goals? On your one side are your kins On the other those who cover your sins You're the world, you're the young turds of the day In backwater, in the retrogressive sway Though you're free and the ruling referee Never happy with your granted open tray So you say you care for people Whatever their tone or figure, quite a saint then Work your morals or admit That your heart is full of shit What you vouch for states your outlook A cracking shelf before the lone book All is equal in your world where no one wins Lest they share your view of sins It's so easy now to do good All you need are loud endorsements of Robin Hoods While your guardians run your chores Run for daddy when they're mean, little ward You're the world, you're the young turds of the day In backwater, in the retrogressive sway Though you're free and the ruling referee Never happy with your granted open tray Waiting for the next hard luck To feign someone who gives a fuck, gathering backslap When your pink-washing is done All your pity's just a hum Ethic fronts and social warriors Roaming academic corridors, where you learned to loot The minds of reasoning For your governmental whim Lefty chicks in plaid giving you head Socializing all their means of seduction From each according to his ability To each according to his greed You're the world, you're the young turds of the day In backwater, in the retrogressive sway Though you're free and the ruling referee Never happy with your granted open tray So, before you wield petitions Come back when you're self-sufficient, then you may cry out When no longer what you do Is hung up on other's due In the search for a religion You will opt for state tuition, PhD whore While you claim your fame for peace You let mobs kill at your ease You pretend to cry for the poor You pretend to be against any war Solidarity is on your badge And you show it through the guns and the gags Here's your world, all you young turds of the day In backwater, in the retrogressive sway Though you're free and the ruling referee Never happy till the beggar funds your pay

I got a monkey on my back and he's mourning for me every day I got a monkey on my back and he's mourning for whatever I say I got a monkey and a beggar keep telling me who earns my pay I'd get a dollar for my baby if she'd only let me let her be I'd get a dollar for my baby to keep her dignity for to see I bet she's never been around someone acknowledging her esprit If I'm in trouble or am down, it's not because who I am But I could take on this town, that is because who I am If I'm to listen to the folly I'd seetle for the one night stand Talkin' MWP, talkin' how I have to live the decree Talkin' MWP, channeling the monkey mentality I'm sorry if I let you down and never pissed upon your oak tree If you see my monkey man, don't trust him that you know where I'm at What you see is just a monkey, no telling where I will lay my hat I guess I owe it all to him, that you're still lying tied up on your back Girl, if you tell me you're in trouble just because who I am Without a bundle of sticks then I guess I'm part of the plan And if you listen to the folly, you're worthy of the one night stand

Finally a living, a pocketful of margin A monthly yield of labouring But I ain't gonna waste it on food Everybody's saying where I should be bidding A higher form of cookery But I ain't gonna waste it on food The reason for my being, it doesn't lie in eating As long as I'm kept full on scrap I ain't gonna waste it on food To keep my guitars coming, to keep my old car going To keep my savings flowing means I ain't gonna waste it on food And well, you know I'm lonely And eating's never funny It's only for surviving the day, the easier way But baby, if you showed it The chores of dinner habit Is worth it in the knowing what it's for If only for you, for your love Girl, you hold your ground, I know your way around The pots and pans and cutlery Be sure you don't waste 'em on me Considered all my saving, my bleak ideal of nurturing A token of priority I might invest it on you Anyway you want me, any film you wanna see Anywhere you wanna be I'm sure gonna spend it on you But know that my well-being ain't hung up on dining My money's where my love is I ain't gonna waste it on food

There was no first in what we did Apart from our goodbye I'm surer every day I got to make her mine some way And though it never will return True love will never heed The grace of novelty She'll always be that dawn to me Bless the day that I greet her sunrise The morning I dry the rain in her meadows Green as the way she knows That I will await her final toll The glow she's radiating high The beauty in her smile Can wipe the world away Along with the days that brought her nigh And when the night is coming down I watch her in her sleep I need no other dream Now she's the only dawn for me

Save the world, save the trees Save the child from disease Save the poor from the war Save the government's score Save the world from yourself Save your words for the shelf For while you were asleep World rolled down in the deep Your name here on the line And things will be so fine I can tell you're the good guy By your blue rainbow eyes And as the vegan kicker You're not meant to survive Save the world, save the guns For the unprivileged ones Save the people at ease With their wealth guarantees Save your girl for your bed Save her for giving head Save her vote for the red Where you're from she'd be dead Your name here on the line So I can get home on time Bald martyrs of the mountains Now point you what to do They know their sack and ashes So we can see they're true Your name here on the line And please refer a friend Save the world, save the grease For the sporting obese Save the whores for the pimp Gaining likes off the wimp Save the birds, save the bees Save the queer from the fleas Save your face, sign the line Show that you are aligned

Photosynthesis around with capillary force You can watch your garden grow but not to know You can seek for any answer though you've got to know your weaver With a blessing from the dean welcoming to the machine Putting crosses on the table of your own Bolts and nuts and torque strain measured radial movement There's a right way how to dial its harmony You resort to guess the answer to the tune of withered clovers Trusting only what you know, knowing only what is shown Showing only crosses already your own Now you've got a world on your own No spare thought of how to retain your supper It's easier to claim your role In the pond in which you're handed the bowl No strive for to know, but for an open mind A little motorcycle maintenance will do Don't know if you've met me though I know you think you have See the avatar of high-brow harmony All in all you feel as always but no thanks to public doorways In your ancient boarding school where they taught you how to rule And the minders of their own were never cool I don't claim to know the answer, though I know there is one Lest we'd never even have this conversation There's no force redistribution nor thermodynamic quotient Where your reason wouldn't start rambling 'round your bleeding heart Seeking only crosses where the truth ain't too hard Now you've got a world on your own No spare thought of how to retain your supper It's easier to claim your role In the pond in which you're handed the bowl No strive for to know, but for an open mind A little motorcycle maintenance won't hurt

An engineer of second rate Never content with only water or lemonade He made a living for the bottle down in Fulton Avenue Whatever he could get in the prohibition queue Five good men, as good as he could see them Looking for a way to make him worth his meat He would call them all his brothers, trust them all his bothers All but a boozer with no future or call "We don't want you here if your worth could be invoked" "We don't want you here if your soul could yield us gold" They took him down, speakeasy ground Though he got no money he could have all the rounds Have a drink on the house, every house in the town Have a bottle for the road, all that you can down The bottles kept on coming, the content kept on going How the five would never know Well, we've got a boozer with an A plus in carousal It's only fuel to the fire, only fuel to the fire What can we do to take him out? We got a contract on his body, we must make sure it will pay out Whiskey or gin, oysters on a rim A poisoned tack sandwich, that should do him in Leave him to the winter, subzero twenty-six A barrel of cold water, that should do the trick But Iron Mike persisted, Iron Mike would never go Even taxis on the charge couldn't wipe him off the floor Finally his brothers of the policy pact Tired of his stubborn will to never die Cranking up the artillery with a hose to a gas jet Leave him in the bedroom and the death scene is set An execution second rate They couldn't get him to expire merely by ethanol bait Then the justice caught them on their tail Where did you get the money? Explain it from the jail "We don't want you here if your goal is reaping souls" "You wouldn't want to fear for your lives, nor would Malloy"

She got off to the image of her sordid cunt with an apt justifiction of to have a little fun With a wink of her eye she got down his guard as he claimed full emancipation for woman to get laid Lay lady lay is their tune of the night The times are not a-changing yet "Throw my sister a kiss in the sleepy village green where she ended up to show the rooted inbreds how to be Still a bit touch-and-go in the way she reads your kind Though dressed up in a rhetoric coat to cover up her slow-witted mind She said I musn't be with that joker from our town He'd only let me down" And then by her bedtime she wound up her Derridean zine that went "lalalalala" With a glass full of ice and fake glass in his eyes he put forth indecisive propositions to a rhyme Careful not to be frowned on for his thirst for juice he pulls a queer to be sure he's way above you and the ones who have to choose But still she's joining in with the usual wooden route He's stuck with meatwarm substitute On the seminar today she would fill her head Patting backs, highing fives at how everything that's said is a quote of the realm where she's kept at a loss She had finally confirmed that she's under a thumb that should be overturned And overturn she will on the bedside with a friend The one for whom she'd overbend And then for her soundtrack she wound up with her favourite band that went "lalalalala" In the nude gallery in which she openly scorns she dressed down to exhibit decadence that she adored In the hip metropolitan bisexual crowd she made the initiation as the fragile dandelion standing proud And at the fancy glass-eye she scored apologies by flashing him a stockinged tease She tried hard to make sense of her reality And it's filtered through the notion that it's only what you feel So with Kant in her larynx and Bourdieux in her womb she would bleed on the show to which she secretly canoodled on her room So not to be displayed to her mental dissonance she kept to primal quiet bums And then by the morning she wound up her thoughts and conclusions that went "lalalalala"

Once a talker of my schemes Once believing in pushing for peace Information, unaltered and straight Guaranteed to put people at ease Yeah, I thrived on the thought of rebellion That an open-source language was king That our talking fed mutual gain For then I believed in communication They taught me how to kill my darlings They taught me of critical thought That a message is only completed When arrived, comprehended and bought So I killed her, my muse of ideals In the interest of mutual view Understanding won't show anyway But once I believed in communication To what ends should I be clear now When those ends are aligned to you will? To what use is information When the ambition to heed it is nil? If I told you, would you be listening? Or just seek to approve your conception? And you'd think we'll reach an agreement For once I believed in communication as well Every time you're asking for clarity With an attention span of a bird Turning coats or remain in the sand Where no off-sounding voice can be heard Come back when you got something to say Not just hung up on rambling call Make your notion last more than one day Or I won't believe in your communication at all Yeah, you want me to say what I mean As if you would be listening that long As if insight would grow from candor As if people would gather in song And I know now what's in your head How your insight is in what I spell I can't blame you for wanting it said For once I believed in communication as well Yeah, you want me to be available As if all that you say would remain To sift out the truth from your nonsense Just to find out how fast it will wane But I want you to believe in this song It's not words in which I have no faith It's the sender, the channel, the reader For once I believed in communication as well

I'm not your man, don't say a word what I am I'm not your ward, I don't ask for your guardian sham I know what you want, a reason to rise your will to law Leave me out of your vision, I'm not the man for your plan You're not my king, haven't seen any contract agreed upon I'm not within, I don't see any sign on your creed Never a tide, never a notion on behalf A man is no land, so save your demands for the damned You write a sign and make sure everyone sees your equity Blacking out what is not reaffirmed by our peers Lost in a tale where you claim to comply with counterflows But you side with the power, too dull to rely on your own I'm not your man, I am not represented by anyone You don't speak for me and your wish won't make you in the right My lady, I will never oblige unto your faith In your PC terrain, so curse what I am; not your man

Mystery woman, d'you read me? How long you've been riding alone Is there a sun in your world? Mystery woman, d'you want me To tell about my intents? What is your way to happiness? Mystery woman, d'you listen Only to those who confirm You are a chewed gum on a sole Mystery woman, do tell me Whenever I don't make sense I know I don't, but don't know when Once alone I fill my head with things you said Make up your turning down to justify my worry Though I seem out of line I really want to make you mine But then you did me in You're a woman, still a mystery to me Mystery woman, d'you read me In that I cannot read you? I need for you to be true In my mind you are blooming Through your absence alone I want you more for every day Mystery woman, so quiet Your words are losing their weight How sweet you talk, I must beware Now that I have invested Quite a lot heart and mind Ain't it a shame to pull away? Mystery woman, you're better Better off all alone You don't need someone, they don't need you Fed on cynical readings Squandering of hard earned love You're way too proud to see it through

Happy new year, all of your lighters shine on your beer, drunk to the righteous A wish for peace, voting for riddance at home, at ease, safe in the distance I'm happy you jeer all stuck in shadows so that at least one of us wallows It's nice to mourn at your demand now To feel as though you're on the down In your search for a victimhood You will vote for a faux common good Happy new frown, where was your flag then? When they shot down words of the free men And here's your world, all that you call for To feel as though you're on your own And you search for a helping hand Put all faith in a mirage of land Where the powers be All hatred that we deserve Happy new tear, cry me a river for those in fear of losing a giver And in the search for a heart to soothe You must find a brain to bias and loot Happy career in the commission Your reverends weren't clear in their solemn vow to cure your ills and vouch for your fortune Meanwhile goodwills are saved for tycoons In our quest to be looking good No one cares for the freedom or truth Let the powers breed And what we get we deserve Happy new year, all that you called for Rules of the gun, will of the many Still there's time, if you really mean it To turn on their crime, I'll wish you a happy new year