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So! So much for the tolerant left! I don't know about you, but I hope it's fucking dead. So! So much for the tolerant left! Did you ever think you might just be adept at catching a milkshake with your head?
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Bootlicker
01:06
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Rebel! Rebel! Rebel!
[Redacted]! [Redacted]! [Redacted]! I've got breaking news for you: you're not rebels, journalism is not what you do.
[Redacted]! [Redacted]! [Redacted]! I don't know if you're white supremacists too, but they sure have an affinity for you.
Rebel! Rebel! Rebel!
Sign my petition.
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Run Your Mouth
02:06
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Tell me about chemtrails and bleach. You've come so far since the days of jet fuels cannot melt steal beams. But it still reeks, the fascist creep. So far down the rabbit hole and I fear you can't be reached.
You've got it all figured out: racist tropes debunked over a hundred years ago. But what's the cost of our omission? Colonial genocide treated as a work of fiction.
So patch your vest and yell at the sky. Now you've got a bone to pick and an ax to grind. (Have you ever seen such an overwhelming sense of self-worth and entitlement?)
Run your mouth. Run your mouth.
But what's the cost of our admission? More lives lost, left to rot away inside a prison. You've searched their hit list, swear your name's not found. I'm sorry, but I promise you it's just a bit further down.
So patch your vest and yell at the sky. Now you've got a bone to pick and an ax to grind. (Have you ever seen such an overwhelming sense...)
Run your mouth. Run your mouth.
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Song for a Slumlord
01:04
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Imagine my surprise to see a slumlord engaged in philanthropy. Oh, the painful irony as you smile and you feed the same people you'd kick into the streets. Are you clueless or playing it close to your chest? Either way, it makes sense, I guess, as you try to justify a life spent contributing nothing, as you've just been consuming rent you leeched from all your desperate tenants.
Next time when those nasty thoughts keep you up at night, laying awake in bed thinking about all those terrible things you've said... Might I suggest you do us all a favour instead? Suck on the barrel of a gun: clear those thoughts right out of your head.
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I don't have the stomach for straight edge crews declaring war. A crisis has taken too many friends, you pray and dance for a fire to cleanse. I think you missed the point. All your macho posturing. Are you just greasing the wheels for a capitalist sacrificial offering?
Straight edge solidarity!
It took me some time to understand and get used to alienation and how people will do what they need to get through. There's no judgement here, and I'm here for you if you're gonna use. Please just promise me if you do, you'll do it safely.
Straight edge solidarity!
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Hey Pancake!
00:16
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We don't know what kind of dog Pancake is. All we can tell you is that she's a good dog.
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Interlude
01:08
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I'll grant maybe you're just confused and maybe there's no people your family abused. But the wealth drained from their blood still exists. People and countries it made wealthy are still rich. Resistance interpreted as violence and hate. You're not guilty of being white but not smashing the state. Ugh.
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I know these days it seems like my disappointment, well... it can't be contained. We live, we work, we work, we die. Youthful life and optimism drain from my eyes.
But wait, what's this? The rebel sound we've grown to love: content divorced from its aesthetics. But wait, I get it. There's nothing wrong with having fun when we spend our lives living under their thumb.
I know these days it seems like my disappointment, well... it knows no bounds. It comes from a place of optimism and hope that we can turn this around.
But wait, oh, what's this? Not every song needs to be a manifesto. I look for something more than one big joke, though. But wait, holy shit! We all make mistakes, I'm no exception: I wring my hands in fear of my past pretensions.
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I don't doubt the value of the oil patch. Helped feed your family and I won't knock that. I don't doubt you love oil and gas. Big old sticker right on the back.
Now the jobs are gone, but don't lose track: corporate bonus cheques will still be cashed. I don't doubt you love oil and gas, but oil and gas don't love you back.
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Practice Making a Fist
01:30
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I see you looking so sad. I think I know what it's all about. You tried to reason with nazis in the street, and that just didn't work out.
I see you looking pretty mad. You don't want to let your heart fill with hate. You're not looking for violence, but you don't want be a door mat. I've got just the thing for that.
Clench your fingers down. Keep your thumb to the outside. Protect your head. Power comes from your hips. Square up your stance. Practice making a fist.
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The Concept of Revenge
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Sound like a broken record, but it needs repeating. New coat of paint, same old disease still feeding. Marching, self-righteous, hiding in plain sight. Call 'hate' 'freedom of speech when met with a fight.
Who is your new scapegoat, nazi scum? Who do you blame for the failure of capitalism?
The concept of revenge is not all that's keeping my heart beating. We'll fight you until the end. It's the people I believe in. Follow your leader, it's really for the best. I promise you we won't mind cleaning up the mess.
Who is your new scapegoat, nazi scum? Who do you blame for the failure of capitalism?
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Peace Offensive Edmonton, Alberta
Hardened crust violence currently residing in Treaty Six.
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