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Reject the stuff you're taught
Bored more than not
So what? They've got a crutch
It's nothing you could ever touch
Don't look
Don't look onto your lawn
There's a billboard built for God
You won't be saved if what you crave are god-fearing minds
So you'll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines
If all you want is just your own set of rules
Never nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of fools
>> My Neighbors
I don't really care if you call me a fag
I've known fags who are better men than you
And I know you're not measured by what you're called
You're measured by what you do
So what's the difference to you? It's not your life
Mild mannered by day, a stupid fuck by night
You're clever and in control of situations you provoke
I can hear you laughing at punch lines
But I didn't hear a joke
>> Smoke Up Your Ass
I'm kissing your million dollar grin
You're knocking and I'm gonna let you in
I'm basking in charisma when your gesture commands
I'm shaking your over-shaken hand
So when will the faces of the people we all see
Above the headlines resemble somebody like me?
His collar's whiter than his skin like predesecors past
He got no check on the ballot I cast
Debating on nothing good for us
It's over, who needs your fuckin' trust
I'm asking for charisma and I see you're like the rest
Telling me to fuck off; who'd ever guess?
Here's smoke up your ass
>> Sucks To The Political
If punk's not a religion then you don't have a savior's word
And it's not, so I never will subscribe to your thoughts
'Cause you've got nothing to say that I haven't heard
Gospel talk and the holy word
Save the world my back is turned
And I don't see the point to life as some kind of martyr
'Cause you're always pushing your solutions on me
But there's always someone pushing harder
You're always right, to live is sin
In a perfect world I guess we'd all repent
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