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
--
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
--
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
--
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
--
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
--
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
--
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
--
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
--
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**