Partial Lyrics

Blind Dogs	Run away Now it's Halloween The safe bet is on your knees Bow your head to the Trinity That's what blind dogs believe But I've heard that before (disgust with traditional religious authority)
Big Dumb Sex	Hey I know what to do I'm gonna fuck fuck fuck fuck you Fuck you Ya I know what to do I'm gonna fuck fuck fuck fuck you Fuck you I'm gonna (a humorous mockery of bands who avoid saying the word "fuck")
Boot Camp	Like babies on display Like angels in a cage I must be pure and true I must contain my views There must be something else There must be something good Far away (against censorship and public control)
My Wave	Hate, if you want to hate If it keeps you safe If it makes you brave Don't come over here And piss on my gate Save it just keep it Off my wave (a call for tolerance and mutual autonomy)
She Likes Surprises	Girlie dress and making her best She makes up her hair for the 90s Dirty shoes and hiding her blues She's dying to lose what she's finding (against pop culture and its associated pressures)
Holy Water	Bloody murder is the best I've heard her scream Holy devil in the flesh some might believe And they take thine majesty so seriously It's the big lies that are more likely to be believed Holy water is rusting me (against religous bigotry)
Hand of God	The hand of God lays high above me I'll be so good if you really love me Let me feel your mighty crunch As you rub me out like water, fire, coal, etc. (the irony inherent in religion: that the relationship of man to God is one of bribery and tyranny)
Slaves & Bulldozers	Virgin eyes and dirty looks On what I have and why I took Counting all the hands I shook Now I know why you've been shaking Now I know why you've been shaking So bleed your heart out There's no more rides for free Bleed your heart out I said what's in it for me (against unjust bondage, contracts, and situations)
Little Joe	Little Joe, just like your father Your eyes will water, your guts will splatter Those sticks and fire, sticks and fire, won't break your bones It is a lie (a call to throw off myths, traditions)
Ugly Truth	I don't think I really Understand you And I can't see why I'd ever want to And even if it isn't mine to say I'll say it anyway It's ugly (self-expression and truth)
Gun	I got an idea We can do it All on our own Nothing to worry Regret must weigh a ton Kick kick kick till the laws are broken Kick kick kick till the boots are worn Hit hit hit till the truth is spoken Hit hit hit till the truth is born (dedication to and execution of a goal)
Karaoke	You can steal it if you dare Just might put you where you're goin' (where you're goin') I'm just a regular man Now I'm a regular mess Doesn't matter how you dress Doesn't matter how you fit (an attack on imitators)
No Attention	They're gonna tell you where to walk When to smile and just what to say They say have your own fun Make your own mind And don't make no waves And I'll pay no attention (against the authoritarian state)

Full Lyrics
(these are particularly good examples)

Hands All Over	Hands all over the Eastern border You know what? I think we're falling From composure Hands all over Western culture Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures Got my arms around baby brother Put your hands away You're gonna kill your mother, kill your mother And I love her Hands all over the coastal waters The crew men thank her Then lay down their oily blanket Hands all over the inland forest In a striking motion trees fall down Like dying soldiers Hands all over the peasant's daughter She's our bride She'll never make it out alive Hands all over the words I utter Change them into what you want to Like balls of clay Put your hands away You're gonna kill your mother And I love her (the irony and injustice of man's destruction of the environment)
Jesus Christ Pose	And you stare at me in your Jesus Christ pose Arms held out like you've been carrying a load And you swear to me you don't want to be my slave But you're staring at me like I need to be saved In your Jesus Christ pose Arms held out In your Jesus Christ pose Thorns and shroud like it's the coming of the Lord And I swear to you that I would never feed you pain But you're staring at me like I'm driving the nails In your Jesus Christ pose And you stare at me In your Jesus Christ pose Arms held out like it's the coming of the Lord And would it pay you more to walk on water Than to wear a crown of thorns It wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich Than to bury you poor In your Jesus Christ pose (against perversions of religious icons)
Flower	Along her vain parade Along her veins All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a queen She was on borrowed self-esteem She would do her dance A painful masquerade Spinning you into her web Along her vain parade In her uniform Studded brass and steel Kissing napkin lipstick stains And smearing sincerity Along her vain parade Along her veins Time crept up on her She's early gray Her reflection looks concerned And flowers hit her grave (the inevitable and deserved destruction of the fake and insincere)

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