eighth

BREAKOUT

Aren’t you eager for a change?

Do you want things to stay the same?

Living like this is such a drag

I’ve had all that I can stand

I want to breakout

breakout

Aren’t you tired of New Age pap?

And karaoke’s so much crap

Rap can take a second lap

And the radio’s programmed for saps

I want to breakout

breakout

Are you looking for a trade?

Or do you think you’ve got it made?

Don’t you see you’re just a slave

For the boss whose profit made

I want to breakout

breakout

RICH MAN'S GOVERNMENT

Greed and corruption, tools of your trade

Bribed politicians, moral decay

Power in the hands of the few, not the many

Try to tax the rich, you won’t see a penny

Corporations get their way

We don’t really have a say

Rich man’s government

S & L’s have fallen, the banks are just ahead

Social Security’s a system in the red

CEO’s are jumping with with golden parachute

Taxpayers keep pumping, they keep all the loot

Corporations get their way

We don’t really have a say

Rich man’s government

FASHION FOR THE POOR

Fashion for the poor

We’ll give you money

We’ll give you stamps

Okay, we’ll give you this chance

The draft pulled up your number

Sign on the dotted line

We’re giving you a uniform

All you got is time

They say, “In a recession

If you start a war

It helps out the economy.”

That’s what we’re fighting for

Fashion for the poor

You’re out of money

You’re out of stamps

You’ll look so good behind a tank

Chocolate chips and olive drab

MRE’s to eat

You’ll be fighting for the flag

Jump boots on your feet

They say that during war time

The country gets ahead

While littering the bread lines

The naked and the dead

Fashion for the poor

Go for the money

Get in boot camp

You’ll look so good behind a tank

Fashion for the poor

POPULATION EXPLOSION

They’re cutting down the forests

We’re running out of space

We’re killing off the wildlife

To same the human race

Industry and government don’t seem to give a damn

They want to make a buck and disrespect the land

Disaffected people struggling to survive

Rules don’t show them promise

To keep themselves alive

Population explosion

Organized religion’s dogma has its day

Reproductive freedom has the Lord’s okay

God said, “Man be fruitful”

We’ve grown a little bit

If it be known truthful

We’re drowning in our shit

L.A. RIOT

Our system of democracy condones police brutality

Regardless of the evidence, no one got their punishment

That’s why I use anarchy to disrupt authority

L.A. riot, L.A. riot, L.A. riot, L.A. riot

Our symbols of majority reflect a cruel reality

Suspects never get away, pigs make them king for a day

Framed by this mentality assures the law’s finality

L.A. riot, L.A. riot, L.A. riot, L.A. riot

Our principles and piety would not stand up to scrutiny

The inner city minions die, man, like spatters drawing nigh

That’s why I use anarchy to disrupt authority

L.A. riot, L.A. riot, L.A. riot, L.A. riot

REBEL

Gets discerning looks from the establishment

They don’t understand

They resent nonconformity, used to doing as they please

They criticize the notions in his mind, says he’s wasting time

Want to see him settle down before he turns to crime

He’s a rebel from the working class

Got no future, hates his past, independence is his creed

Rebel, rebel, independence is his creed

Has alarming eyes and hair, leather jeans wear and tear

Maverick to mom and dad, more antidote than bad

They criticize the notions in his mind, says he’s wasting time

Want to see him settle down before he turns to crime

CLASS WAR

The rich are getting richer

The poor are still ignored

The government is planning

To tax you even more

The national debt is rising higher every day

Runaway inflation

How will we get it paid?

Class war... class war... class war

The middle class is paying

For Eighties rock and roll

And spending all their savings

It’s time to take a poll

Do you hate the others who take your job away?

Will you kill your brothers

Do as the rich folk say?

Class war... class war... class war

CONSPIRACY

Wondering where is the justice?

How to get out the fall

Authority question: “Fear the men in black”

Punishment is the tool used to a wrong

Who’s in control of this conspiracy?

Harbinger of destruction

Leadership is denied

An obstinate secret: Fear occupation

Restrict material

Subordinate

TAINTED WORLD

The taste of progress seems bittersweet

By the means we’ve tried to achieve it

Languish behind shimmering spires

While outside the wilderness expires

On the streets there’s poverty

While others bask in luxury

Testing bombs in the soil

Another tanker spills its oil

It’s a tainted world

Forests burn into the night

Watching eyes by satellite

Global exchange is Nature’s plan

Reckoning with toxic man

Poison’s stench on breath of life

Profits causing pointless strife

Planting bombs all over the place

There’s no future for the human race

It’s a tainted world

TEXAS INSANITY

Raised in filth and squalor, placed in an urban plight

Homeless wander aimlessly, all around downtown

Stat institution’s budget has you outside on your own

Once was an insane man stuck out all alone

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

Outcast of the mental ward

One day you’re in a hospital, next day they’re kicking you out

I’m sorry son, we’re out of bread

Let me tell you what it’s all about

They’re cutting back our funding, we’ve gotta fix the books

You’ll have to bite the bullet, regardless how it looks

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

Outcast of the mental ward

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

No one’s gonna help you anymore

Next day you’re in a strange town, the driver said, “Get out!”

They took away your nightgown, of that there is no doubt

Fifteen dollars in your hand, I guess you’ll have to fend

For yourself and you land on the doorstep next of kin

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

Outcast of the mental ward

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

No one’s gonna help you anymore

QUIT RIPPING OFF

Had the world eating out of your hand

Vulgarity, the law of the land

Why do you need shock appeal

To cover up your bland existence

Youth impressionable, youth naive

Youth buying anything to believe

Quit ripping off the kids of today

Quit just standing in the way

Quit ripping off the kids of today

Quit and let them have their say

Waiting here to be like someone else

Hiding behind someone else’s work

Why do you need stock appeal

To cover your up your bland existence

Once was the time I believed your lies

But now I’m hip to your disguise

Why do you need your chic appeal

To cover up your bland existence

NO PAROLE

Non-reformed criminals are loose on the streets

They disregard parole, offenders on repeat

If jails are overcrowded, find a better way

Instead of the expense, the public has a pay

No parole, no parole

Half-frightened citizens are taking to the streets

They disregard the law for a vigilante creed

If the jungle rule is called for, each man is on his own

Anarchy nine-one-one, “Someone’s cut the phone!”

UNTAMED

Ignore the realities of decay

Material shapes its illusions

Fighting with your physical being

Looking for something to believe in

You were forgiven, did you feel the shame?

Past belongs in opprobrium

Accepting the limits of flesh and blood

Warriors die unknowing

Flirting with vast eternity

Finding there’s nothing to believe in

MERCENARY PLAN

Sordid enlistment falsely glorified

Blood sport in another land

Combat procession, debase your skill

Relish their obligatory deeds

A despot’s assassin

Misfeasance of enforcement

Later be their own demise

Megalomania abounds, thieves for power

That’s what keeps you in demand

Purveyors of revolution scavengers for war

Mercenary plan

Third World involvement leading to an end

Destruction misery

Jackboots crushing, subjugating

Coordinated agency

The glorious leader disjoining, cabalistic

Lays the ground for civil war

Bankrupt corporation, imperial carnage

Don’t you read your history?

SELF-DESTRUCT

I don’t wanna be around anymore

Life just seems a big closed door

I know that sounds so vain

I just want to see it end

Everything has gone cold

Think it’s time to self-destruct

Burn out before I get old

Think it’s time to self-destruct

I don’t wanna face life anymore

Getting by is tough when you’re poor

Don’t feel like I’m six foot tall

I just want to end it all

Dead end kid in a dead end zone

Think it’s time to self-destruct

Tired of dying on my own

Think it’s time to self-destruct

RECORDED 8 NOVEMBER 1993