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"REVELATIONS 1-4"
Stand up and express your appreciation of the things you enjoy - BEFORE THEY"RE TAKEN AWAY!
Indian Chiefs, Shamans, Voodoo Hex Witches
Dead Kennedys, Richard Hell and The Voidoids, Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers, Iggy and the Stooges, Sex Pistols, Flipper, NO TREND, Nazi Bitch and the Jews . . .Hate most of the crap out there today - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Riot"Rioting-the unbeatable high
Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky
Everyone knows this town is gonna blow
And it's all gonna blow right now:.Now you can smash all the windows that you want
All you really need are some friends and a rock
Throwing a brick never felt so damn good
Smash more glass
Scream with a laugh
And wallow with the crowds
Watch them kicking peoples' assBut you get to the place
Where the real slavedrivers live
It's walled off by the riot squad
Aiming guns right at your head
So you turn right around
And play right into their hands
And set your own neighbourhood
Burning to the ground instead[Chorus]
Riot-the unbeatable high
Riot-shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot-playing into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blastGet your kicks in quick
They're callin' the national guard
Now could be your only chance
To torch a police carClimb the roof, kick the siren in
And jump and yelp for joy
Quickly-dive back in the crowd
Slip away, now don't get caughtLet's loot the spiffy hi-fi store
Grab as much as you can hold
Pray your full arms don't fall off
Here comes the owner with a gun[Chorus]The barricades spring up from nowhere
Cops in helmets line the lines
Shotguns prod into your bellies
The trigger fingers want an excuse
NowThe raging mob has lost its nerve
There's more of us but who goes first
No one dares to cross the line
The cops know that they've wonIt's all over but not quite
The pigs have just begun to fight
They club your heads, kick your teeth
Police can riot all that they please[Chorus]Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
I LOVE REMAKES, CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF 'EM. KEEP IT UP, YOU CREATIVE BASTARDS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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TV invents a disease
You think you have
So you buy our drugs
And soon you depend on them
Pain is in your mind
Gotcha comin' back for more
Again and again and again and again
Gonna rip you off
Rip you offDoctor says you need surgery now
Feelin' good 'til the side effects
Fuck up something else
You're ensnared by the medicine man
Paying up the ass
Again and again
Gonna rip you offTrust your mechanic to mend your car
Bring it in to his garage
He tightens and loosens a few spare parts
One thing's fixed, another falls apart
And the rich eat youA magazine says your face don't look quite right
Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme tonight
Never look right again
Unless you grease your skin
Again and again and again and again
Gonna rip you offTold you're depressed
So of course you see the psychiatrist
Right when you hit your neuroses' roots
He confuses you
He fucks your head up worse
Gotcha feeling helpless
You're comin' back for more
Again and again
Gonna rip you off
Rip you offTrust your mechanic
To make you well
You're seeing an awful lot of him now
The quicker he makes your life fall apart
The more money you put in his pocketsTrust your mechanic
To plug your holes
Trust him to make more
Somewhere else
Trust your mechanic
He'll always come through
And rip you off - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - -Coochie Coochie!....................................................
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.. ------------------------------------------CREATURE FEATURE - - - CHILLER THEATER
Dr Sax, One Fish 2 Fish Red Fish Blue Fish - - - - - - - - - -
Joe Tanzella (shot a cop in a fight 'cause he showed him his badge), Salvador Dali, HR Giger - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -........................................................... ........ / ............................................................ ...................... ............................................................ ...................... Hail, Delaware River! Supplier of my toilet water! ............................................................ ........... .......................................................... ............................................................ ....... Deathrash CD Cover Drawing ................ Syd Barrett ............................ .......................................................... ............................................................ . ....................................................... We've been movin' round in different situations knowing that the time would come - just to see you torn apart - witness to your empty heart . . . . .........................................