I am sick and tired and my money’s always spent, and though their jobs are killing me, thier money pays my rent. The fuel of world hate, although it’s just a seed, but when it grows and flowers, it becomes the world’s greed! money for the rich, money for the fed, god supplies the money […]
Tag Archives: Lyrics by Choking Victim
Suicide (A Better Way)
Sippin on the dragon the other day, Tompkins Square Park up by Avenue A. Halfway down the forty and a pig come up to me, said "listen here boy, gotta show me yer ID." Well living in a police state, I tell you man, it ain’t that great, I know it doesn’t even matter what […]
Fuck America
T.V. tries to sell me stuff that I don’t really need the government hypocracy is intertwined with greed all I need now is another media blitz about jesus down in waco and the odor he emits whoah-ho / fuck world trade / fuck the state the trade center is bombed and the FBI is pissed […]
Infested
If there was a god, I’m sure he would be hated, for making bugs, this hell that was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it happens just like that. I’m sure I hate ’em, there ain’t no maybes, bodylice & crabs, headlice & scabies. You take your pick. They […]
Choking Victim
Things keep getting caught in my throat, then my face turns blue as I choke. I throw my arms up as I kick back my chair, and I gag and gasp as I breath for air. I am just a choking victim! I am just a choking victim! my face the color of plum! I […]
Five-Finger Discount
A walk through the product store and 15 aisles to see all the pretty, pretty packages staring back at me which is my favorite, where is my chance to remove the product and stick it in my pants cuz I want to see, what’s on sale whats for free (every time I go to shop […]
Crack Rock Steady
Crack Rock Steady, are you ready to stop the rotten blue menace? Let’s go kill us a cop. Crack Rock Steady, are you ready? Living above the law! Po’ little lice, the po’ little screws, the whitest gang crew, the hated boys in blue. Like scabei on the street, they infest the beat, fucking my […]
500 Channels
500 Channels 500 channels of a day-dream stimulation helps me to resent my life and raise my expectations. Locked into re-runs, your memories repeating, and all your ideals seem so self defeating. For you and yours, the pepsi generation, and when you’re discontent, you change the T.V. station, And when you hate your life, no […]