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1. |
I Can't Pay the Rent
03:41
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I Can't Pay The Rent
Lyrics: Jon Strider
Shake down, hear the sound
As they take it all away
I know the trickle down Got the urine drippin’ on my face
Some buy the pack of lies
But their cover’s runnin’ thin
If they think they gonna take us down
They better think again
Out in the country store
Where my hard earned money’s spent
How can I make it by
When I ain’t gotta goddamn cent
All hope runnin’ dry I can’t even make a dent
When the landlord calls I’ll beg and bawl ‘cause
I Can’t Pay The Rent
They think they can get away…
But they’re gonna burn on Judgement Day
They can trash the middle class,
But the tail don’t wag no dog
Every man without a home
Will pitch his angry tent
Don’t even try to bleed this stone
‘cause I Can’t Pay The Rent
Top dog’s gonna fall ‘cause he woke up all the sheep
We know what he’s up to now
And we ain’t goin’ back to sleep
I know the bottom line
And I know that the game is bent
It’s not like me to bend the rules
But I Can’t Pay The Rent
Wake up Shake it down
Break up Break it down
Wake up Tear it down
The floor caved in, from the rich man’s sin
'coz I Can’t Pay The Rent,
I Can’t Pay The Rent
I Can’t Pay The Rent,
I Can’t Pay The Rent
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2. |
Show Biz Kids
02:18
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(Apologies to Becker/Fagan)
They're outrageous!
They're outrageous!
Show biz kids making movies
Of themselves you know they
Don't give a fuck about anybody else
While the poor people sleepin'
With the shade on the light
All the poor people sleepin'
And the stars come out at night
Ya gotta…
Go to Las Vegas
Go to Lost Wages
Ya gotta go to Las Vegas
They got the house on the corner
With the drugs inside
They got the booze they need
All that money can buy
They got the shapely body
They got the Steely Dan T-shirt
And for the coup-de-gras
They're outrageous!
They're outrageous!
Chorus
After closing time At the government Fair
I detect the El Supremo
From the room at the top of the stairs
Well I've been around the world
And I've been in the Washington Zoo
And in all my travels as the facts unravel
I've found this to be true
They're outrageous!
They're contagious!
a lemme tell ya
Show biz kids making movies
Of themselves you know they
Don't give a shit about anybody else
While the poor people sleepin'
With the shade on the light
All the poor people sleepin'
And the stars come out at night
Ya gotta…
Go to Las Vegas
Go to Lost Wages
Ya gotta go to Las Vegas
They're outrageous!
They're contagious!
They're outrageous!
They're contagious!
They're contagious!
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3. |
Streets of Gold (REMIX)
03:48
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Lyrics John H Seabury
From the bay to the mountains and everything between
The saddest thing I've ever seen is folks livin' on the streets of gold
No heart, no soul on the streets of gold
So hard, so cold, on the streets of gold
When I was a young boy I heard the story told
That when you get to heaven, the streets are paved with gold
Now that you can hear the other story that I tell
If you think this is heaven, you can go to hell
No heart, no soul on the streets of gold
So hard, so cold, on the streets of gold
People eating food the little piggies throw away
Begging on the sidewalks, pennies are their only pay
A caravan of shopping carts greets the foggy day…
And it gets darker every day.
No heart, no soul on the streets of gold
So hard, so cold, on the streets of gold
Meanwhile on the inside it's all fat and warm
Crackling logs and pure bred dogs while outside a raging storm
The gypsy shudders in a doorway waits for rain to pass
The gutters shine like diamonds But it's only broken glass
No heart, no soul on the streets of gold
So hard, so cold, on the streets of gold
"When you got nothin, you got nothin left to lose"
Is that a fact Bobby ?
Walk a mile in my wet shoes.
No heart, no soul on the streets of gold
So hard, so cold, on the streets of gold
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4. |
The Preacher
04:06
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The Preacher
Lyrics by John H Seabury
I am the preacher I have the word
I am the preacher you are the herd
You are the sinners you’re all gonna go to hell
I’m a gonna stuff you down a burning hole
I’m gonna make you scream and yell:
Amen! Good God!!
I am the preacher do what I say
All you little creatures
Get on your knees and pray
Gimme all you got
Daddy needs another yacht YEAH!
Yeah!
You’re all saved
Rise on high from your moldy grave
Ohhhh Sweet Jesus
Come on down
Show everybody your bloody crown
I am the preacher I am the will of god
You are all sheeple I will not spare the rod
You pay me to the max and I don’t pay no tax
And that’s a fact Jack I got it made
YEAH!
I got it made
I got it made!
Yeah
Come on down
You'll feel the gilded hand of my holy gown
No I ain’t foolin' round
I walk on the water
While you all drown
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5. |
"Outro > C.O.M.B."
00:39
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The Court of Moral Bankruptcy
(Dave Seabury/Deborah Knox)
In the court of moral bankruptcy
Where the “high and mighty” dwell
Smell the stench of right/white supremacy
In their high and mighty hell
And we sat, and we watched
And we saw that she was the one
With courage, the conviction, and the grit
And we hoped she’d be the one
Who could tip that balance back
In the moral bankruptcy court
And we sat, and we watched
A little man called “judge”
In the court of moral bankruptcy
As he sniveled, and he squirmed, and he sweat, almost wept
With the stench of the white supremacy
Chorus
And we sat
And we watched
Asked ourselves, Is all hope lost?
In the court, in the court of moral bankruptcy
And we sat and we watched
As the jury of his peers
Turn victim into villain
In that moral bankruptcy court
Bridge: In a land ruled by love, we are supreme
Of a world without walls, we can dream
So RESIST, lend a hand, raise your fist, TAKE A STAND!
END Court of Moral Bankruptcy
END the high and mighty rule
END that stench of white supremacy
END the high and mighty hell
No, No More, No More Moral Bankruptcy
No, No More high and mighty rule
End that stench, that stench of white supremacy
No More high and mighty hell
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Dave Seabury Orinda, California
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