BuBoNiC NATE and DEAD RATS

PLAINS OF EMPTY ID LYRICS

DEAD RATS v.2

between the wood cracks and the shadows of crates

we’ve fed off the crumbs from the captain’s plate

our positions passed down like genes in our cells

enslaving us all to a submissive hell

no don’t look back

we’ve got just what were after

we’ve got to strengthen our ties

this is our final hour

we’ve got to see through the lies

the captain leading his infamous crew

has set our new course to one of infinite doom

i’ve seen it before it’s all been the same

let’s refuse to be a part of their game

we’ve got to do it ourselves

they can’t take away our souls

 

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CONFORMIST CRITICISM

oh you please what do you think

great psychic hierarchy what am I doing wrong

oh you please pragmatic ruling party

you know it all tell us where we belong

constructive criticism destructive flaw

conformist criticism

oh you please install our monophobia

if we can’t live the same let’s punish all the queers

oh you please give us malignant unity

harness our team with a bullwhip made of fear

oh you please will you deny us

take our love and turn it to dust

oh you please will you control us

take away everything we trust

destructive criticism

 

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DOWN BELOW

i’m moving down below

my only way to go

some say way to go

bright egocosm split in two in two

luminate tomorrow naked wrapped in proof

valley of eden plains of empty id

burning nirvana saying what’s been said

flat earth housing law and order

trading debt to hide disorder

power of boredom generation zen

hopeless disorder new native again

birth of the schism lexicon of union

breeching confusion head of our fortunes

new improved and stainless steel

planning z for my next meal

 

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LITTLE GIRLIE

hey little girl i got something for you

i’m a friend of your mother’s so just get in the car

don’t ask me when why or who

hey little girlie

hey little girlies are wild

take a step in side

got a one way ticket to my backseat baby

i’ll show you paradise

hey little girl will you be my

mistress of sweet delectable treat

 

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STAGNANT ARGUMENT

i don’t wanna take it back

you don’t wanna take it back

we don’t have to take back nothing

stagnant argument passive aggressive

push you to the left

as you push me to the right

and moving towards the great beyond

fight fight fight

swing you to the left

while you swing me to the right

moving towards the great unknown

fight fight fight

 

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DEATH  ROW

you dont know i’m on death row

but you dont really give a .... so

why are you lying

trying to make demands

i’m sick of your whining

and i don’t understand

if you want it done

why don’t you go and do it now

right now

death row

why are you talking

spreading your disease

i’m sick of your lying

i’m sick of your damn fleas

you don’t want it

so you don’t go and do it now

maybe you never will

tears are falling

is it gonna rain

i’m sick of you calling

forget my ....... name

 

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TAKE IT ALL

good evening ladies and gentlemen

welcome here to sunny beautiful

palmdale california blah blah blah

so anyways

we’ll take the city down tonight

we’re gonna cuss

we’re gonna fight

and when your bleeding on the floor

then we’ll come back and take some more

we can take it all right now

and we don’t care what you need

we’ll take our hate well take our greed

we’ll take some more

listen to the pretty sound

isn’t it so pretty

no we don’t care what you need

we’ll drive our lust in apathy

no we wont be denied

and no we don’t care what you mean

 

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LOOKING BACK

looking back now there’s a lot i can’t explain

like why nothing seems to change

(why nothing why nothing why)

like some of the choices i’ve made

(sum of the some of the sum)

but why is it now my friends all fade away

and everything seems to change

for the worse

and everything’s turning grey

and if i could take it back

would i change a single thing

or would i be who i am today

would i change just one word

no i wouldn’t change a single thing

i’m lonely tired feel so uninspired

hello

 

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ON THE STREET

**Screeching like a

Queer

Kast-Out of

Babyland

into a Metallic

Toy Doll

Infected with

Germs

Zappa and

the Captain play

Funcondump

with the Grunt People

out of an old Jam

Pistol

Maniacally Street Preaching

their Vindictive

Bad Religion

for the Donna’s

down on Sleater Kenny Street**