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Fred Phelps
04:10
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Fred Phelps
A parasite among the livin’
Fred Phelps
You think that you will be forgiven
Fred Phelps
A man that no one can admire
Fred Phelps
So have a taste of your own fire
Well I’m not a Biblical scholar
No I’m not well-rehearsed
You know I can’t quote you a chapter
And I can’t quote you a verse
But before you call me a sinner
Take a lot at yourself first
I think the most hateful man among us
He must surely be the worst
You say that homosexuals
Get AIDS because they’re cursed
And you show up with your posters
Chanting right outside the hearse
All of the hate and lies you’re spreading
They can surely be reversed
But it’s ironic that the wicked man’s
The founder of the church
Fred Phelps
A parasite among the livin’
Fred Phelps
You think that you will be forgiven
Fred Phelps
A man that no one can admire
Fred Phelps
So have a taste of your own fire
So now I’m coming out
Breating fire from my mouth
It’s flowing in your direction
Gonna find what I’m about
You believe in a resurrection
And a sermon on the mount
But I think your interpretation
Is a little bit unsound
You know I don’t believe that Jesus
Ever walked upon the ground
And I don’t believe in God
Or that he sent a prophet down
But the words that you put faith in
Don’t match up to what you’re sayin’
So you’d better to get to prayin’ right now
I shot the pastor
But I swear it was in self-defense
I shot that bastard
But I swear it was in self-defense
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Pink Sheep
03:26
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If hours were dollars and minutes were cents
Just try to imagine the fortune I spent
Attempting to convince myself
That I was just like everybody else
Part paranoia, part self defense
Part total lack of self confidence
I didn’t want it - passing phase?
I didn’t need it, but it’s here to stay
You gotta deal eventually
You gotta deal eventually
Never a grandkid or daughter-in-law
Is this the future my parents saw?
I’m sorry if I disappoint
Your unfulfilling pink sheep eldest boy
You gotta deal eventually
You gotta deal eventually
I’m sick of hiding from the world
I’m sick of biting my tongue
So many people just didn’t know
So many people probably won’t
I’m turning back the subtlety
The other approach did nothing for me
You gotta deal eventually
You gotta deal eventually
I’m sick of hiding from the world
I’m sick of biting my tongue
You gotta deal eventually
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The Approach
03:26
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If you say nothing to me
I’ll say nothing back
We’ll never know what could have been
What could have been
If you say something to me
I’ll say something back
We’ll figure out what we could be
What we could be
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Uncivil Union
01:27
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Different people, different laws
I think we tried that once
Do you remember Jim Crow?
Wasn’t all that long ago
Different names for different folks
Punishment for different strokes
We’re one way so we get this
You’re like that so you get shit
We owe you nothing so be thankful for it
Deserve rights just like the rest
So why settle for less?
Separation, never fair
No matter how they compare
Sanctity don’t mean a thing
It’s just a fucking ring
It’s the priveledges that count
Would you say with your own mouth
We stay in and everyone else will stay out
It doesn’t seem legal, this treatment of people
The “liberal” side is saying separate but equal
But you know there’s certain rights
That still won’t be applied
But we’re only 3 to 5 percent of voters
So why try?
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Best of Both Worlds
04:17
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You got it now, you got it now
You got this party for yourself
You don’t fit in? You don’t have fun?
Looks like you’re done with either one
Tell all the boys, tell all the girls
You got the best of both worlds
No path to pick, no choice to choose
You have your cake and eat it too
You can be who you are
Every part of who you are
In a club, in a bar
Just be proud of who you are
What you like, what you feel
What you buy and what you steal
Turn the wheel, turn the wheel
Turn it till the dream is real
Turn it up, turn it down
Look who’s standing all around
Letting them hear the sound
Does it even matter now?
Need a God? Maybe not
Maybe this is all you got
Maybe it means a lot
Then again, maybe not
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Knock Knock
02:36
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You’re making laws, you’re writing legistation
In the U.S. Congress for the whole damn nation
Now we have this little revelation
And how can you hate yourself so much?
You passed an act about descrimination
Preventing it from including orientation
But now you’re under investigation
And how can you hate yourself so much?
Well I can understand if you wanna keep it secret
Trust me, I’ve been there before
But I don’t understand why you’d put in so much effort
Condemning actions that you’re clearly yearning for
You’re going out, and you’re a real go-getter
You tried to fuck cop inside an airport shitter
We all know, so please don’t act so bitter
Yeah how can you hate yourself so much?
In the eighties there was scandal in the congress
It seems you had a little bit of guilty conscience
Nobody accused you but you had a press conference
Yeah how can you hate yourself so much?
Well I can understand if you wanna keep it secret
Trust me, I’ve been there before
But I don’t understand why you’d put in so much effort
Condemning actions that you’re clearly yearning for
You’re sitting in D.C. spending all your energy
Trying to cover your tracks
But if you switched sides now I think that all would be forgiven
You’re in a position where you could watch our backs
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Gay Rude Boys Unite
02:25
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Lyrics by Leftover Crack.
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Do you wanna hear a funny joke
It’s clinical depression
Look at me the fucking freak
Don’t belong in society
Along with you cuz your so cool
With that same punchline every hour?
Would be nice if you and I
We were alike I’m just a coward
My excuse is abuses
Not the kind with cuts and bruises
But the kind where my mind
Is just delusions and confusions
So come up with something new this
Fucking diatribe is useless
Have to write a song about you
But I didn’t want to do this
And the way I used to feel
Is not enough to keep me hopeful
Optimism was abandoned
Self-destruction took its place
All the thoughts I used to think
About the battles I could win
That was naive
Keep on pressing buttons
Till you find the one controlling
My emotional headquarters
See which one will get me going
See which one will get me angry
See which one touches a nerve
See which one gets you the retaliation
You know you deserve
Because I’ll swing on you, so help me God
I promise to displace
The every molar and bicuspid
Sitting in your pretty face
You know a drum can only take
So many beats before it breaks
You might inherit someone else’s trash
And make the last mistakes
And the way I used to feel
Is not enough to keep me hopeful
Optimism was abandoned
Self-destruction took its place
All the thoughts I used to think
About the battles I could win
That was naive
Nothing seems worth it
Everyone’s so perfect
Wouldn’t it be nice if I was perfect just like you?
I’d laugh at others’ problems
Give them lots of shit about them
Oh yeah wouldn’t it be nice if I was perfect just like you?
Because perfection is the goal
Perfection by the social standards
Everyone who doesn’t think like me’s
A lousy fucking bastard
If you don’t quite fit into the mold
Conform a little faster
If you could…
And the way I used to feel
Is not enough to keep me hopeful
Optimism was abandoned
Self-destruction took its place
All the thoughts I used to think
About the battles I could win
That was naive
And the way I used to feel
Is not enough to keep me hopeful
Optimism was abandoned
Self-destruction took its place
All the thoughts I used to think
About the battles I could win
That was naive
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Fundamentals
02:24
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Those who matter don’t care
Those who care don’t matter
If you think this is fair
Isn’t God the latter?
Why would you subscribe
To that which condemns you?
Even if in your eyes
You’ll still be rescued
Simple fact that they don’t
Put an end to debating
That should be enough doubt
To stop participating
They still can’t decide
If it’s hateful or loving
With such a divide
They must know nothing
Love and hate are fundamental
But where’s the mental?
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