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God Hates Babylon Party Machine

by Babylon Party Machine

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Fred Phelps 04:10
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
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
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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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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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
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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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
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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released July 29, 2009

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