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| Whoever we are
Wherever were from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
Its gonna take a lot more
Than tryin to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether
They call it the earth
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
cause we behave the same...
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near n far
Dumb all over,
Black n white
People, we is not wrapped tight
Nurds on the left
Nurds on the right
Religous fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin the bible
Tells the story
Makes the details
Sound real gory
bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Dont believe in the book
We got over here
You cant run a race
Without no feet
n pretty soon
There wont be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religous fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(I mean it wont blow up
n disappear
Itll just look ugly
For a thousand years...)
You cant run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Of ancient date
Designed to make
You all feel great
While you fold, spindle
And mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state
To arms! to arms!
Hooray! thats great
Two legs aint bad
Unless theres a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but what the hey? )
The good book says:
(it gotta be that way!)
But their book says:
Revenge the crusades...
With whips n chains
n hand grenades...
Two arms? two arms?
Have another and another
Our God says:
There aint no other!
Our God says
Its all okay!
Our God says
This is the way!
It says in the book:
Burn n destroy...
n repent, n redeem
n revenge, n deploy
n rumble thee forth
To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
cause they dont go for whats in the book
n that makes em bad
So verily we must choppeth them up
And stompeth them down
Or rent a nice french bomb
To poof them out of existance
While leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use again
For temples in which to praise our god
(cause he can really take care of business!)
And when his humble tv servant
With humble white hair
And humble glasses
And a nice brown suit
And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls
Tells us our God says
Its okay to do this stuff
Then we gotta do it,
cause if we dont do it,
We aint gwine up to hebbin!
(depending on which book youre using at the
Time...cant use theirs... it dont work
...its all lies...gotta use mine...)
Aint that right?
Thats what they say
Every night...
Every day...
Hey, we cant really be dumb
If were just following gods orders
Hey, lets get serious...
God knows what hes doin
He wrote this book here
An the book says:
He made us all to be just like him,
So...
If were dumb...
Then God is dumb...
(an maybe even a little ugly on the side) | | |
| I'm a moron, and this is my wife
Shes frosting a cake with a paper knife.
All that we gots here is American made
It's a little bit cheesy, but it's nicely displayed
Well we don't get excited when it crumbles and breaks
We just pick up the phone, and call up some flakes
They rush on over, and wreck it some more
And we is so dumb, they're linein' up at our door
Well the toilet got clogged yesterday afternoon,
The plumber he says, "never flush a tampoon"
This bit of info cost me half a weeks pay
And the toilet blew up, the very next day
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| ong overdue, but here it is.
Emo. Prep. Goth. Punk. Skater. Cheerleader. Thug.
Any of those words define you?
Yes?
What's wrong with you?! Since
when were us humans so easily defined by labels? Certain clothes,
certain makeup, certain music, certain friends. Oh, you must be {insert
dumbass generalization here}. I don't know about you, but "human" is
the only category that holds any relevance.
It doesn't even stop with those. "Races" do it too. What the hell
is up with "I'm AZN, love me!<3" and "I'm black and I'm proud", and
all the other crap. Why so proud? Why is this so important? Being a
member of any group-which, by the way, is a made up concept in itself-
does not make you a better person. So you joined blah-blah, inc. Why
does that make you the $#!t? Some particular individuals that were
around before you accomplished something and you wanna take credit
because you're their "successor"? Here's my view, the view of Mike,
made by Mike. Get your butt off the couch, put the remote down, proceed
to pull your head out of your rear end, and make something of yourself.
Last time I checked, we were expected to think for ourselves. You
know what else thinks as a collective consciousness? The Borgs. Yeah,
the robot-people from frickin' Star Trek. You mad at me yet? Don't be.
You ain't that far off when you fall into the labels. You must think as
the others do, you must look the way the others do, you must listen to
the same music, like the same celebs, say the same things, go to the
same places... see the comparison yet?
Long story short, you are not "emo", you are not "goth", you are
not "black", you are not "white" you are not "American", "Canadian",
"Asian", you are not "Christian", you are not "Muslim", you are not a
"Satanist", you are not "Employee of the month at Schnucks", you are
not "David Bowie Official Fan Club member number 472", you are who you
decide to be. Think about it, seriously. Who the hell are you? If you
can answer that effectively without this rant, then ok. If you truly
are what the label says, then be that. The point is to be you. I may
have long hair, but that won't define me. Not even my name defines me.
My actions, my thoughts, my feelings, define me. I figured out who I
am. It's time for you all to do the same.
For the record, self-examination isn't even that hard. | | |
| The Who: Goin' Mobile
I'm goin' home
And when I wanna go home
I'm goin' mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
Invitin’ people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
Out in the woods
Or in the city
It's all the same to me
When I'm drivin' free, the world's my
home
When I'm mobile
Hee, hoo!
beep beep!
Play the tape machine
Make the toast and tea
When I'm mobile
Well I can lay in bed
With only highway ahead
When I'm mobile
Keep me movin'
Keep me movin'
Over 50
Keep me groovin'
Just a hippie gypsy
Come on move now
Movin'
Keep me movin', yeah
Keep me movin', groovin', groovin',
yeah
Movin', Yeah
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, ...
I don't care about pollution
I'm an air-conditioned gypsy
That's my solution
Watch the police and the tax man miss
me
I'm mobile
Oooooh, yeah, hee!
Mobile, mobile, mobile yeah
....yeah I got my license
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