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Funk Nasty
03:16
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CATMAN!
03:21
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In the alley seeking blood, I know not what I've become.
In my mind I see a cat. Now my vision's coming back.
Fucking felines everywhere clawing faces, coughing hair.
Who would pet them? No one dares. From the shadows I declare:
CATMAN! CATMAN! CATMAN!
CATMAN! CATMAN! CATMAN!
Not a victim of their wrath. Plays guitar and smokes his hash.
Known to travel in a pact and perpetrate a swift attack.
Furry coats and honor bound. Seek out rats across the town.
Stalk em out and take em down. That's the way we do this meow.
Fighting for rights of man and cat alike
he puts on his tights and flees into night,
and if you abuse it's you he will choose.
If you hear the cry your death will come soon.
Looking for a soul to save. Couldn't find a cure for hate.
So he tries to demonstrate the world in a peaceful place.
Playing hero like a kid. Though his mom had sheltered him
nothing could prepare us when you know who descends again:
CATMAN! CATMAN! CATMAN!
CATMAN! CATMAN! CATMAN!
Perching in the dead of night on a lamppost out of sight.
How he got there? No one knows. Secrets said are best untold.
Wonder what will come of him? Living life devoid of sin.
No question who this zealot is: CATMAN! is the name he gives.
Fighting for rights of man and cat alike
he puts on his tights, and flees into night,
and if you abuse it's you he will choose.
If you hear the cry your death will come soon.
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Pussy Slayer
03:49
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Bring me back to a time when power came from our minds.
The human filth defined bemuddled by the blind.
Silent feelings growing; Hatred overflowing in my veins:
I remain selfless, no change.
Seeking the truth in my brain, to conquer once again.
Still is the night.
Nothing in sight.
Save for a cry:
The cat must die.
Slinking back to her cave, the sense she's been betrayed.
Swelling up with rage the curtain lifts from stage.
Silent feelings growing; Hatred overflowing in my veins:
I remain a constant no change.
Seeking the truth in my pain to exploit once again.
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Pumpkin Teeth
03:15
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Sculpted to the "T": Statue of hypocrisy.
Lying through your teeth. Carved to hide away the beast.
Frightening facade, inside hollow like a log.
Puppet in a scheme. Orange old man with pumpkin teeth.
Master of disguise pull the wool over my eyes.
Lead me to a place where everyone is all the same.
Nothing to object. Dying values to protect.
Fuck your symmetry, the world needs some anarchy!
RIGHT! NOW!
Baseless rhetoric seems to be what makes you tick.
Worthless fucking prick spewing hate, I'll swallow it.
Try to keep it down but it's spreading all around.
Hail to the chief: Orange old man with pumpkin teeth.
Master of disguise pull the wool over my eyes.
Lead me to a place where everyone is all the same.
Nothing to object. Dying values to protect.
Fuck your symmetry, the world needs some anarchy!
RIGHT! NOW!
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State of Greed
02:59
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Nothing short of catastrophe, I see the violence happening.
To the likes of you and me, we're nothing but a pawn to greed.
So carelessly, emphatically, we give ourselves to any need.
So blindingly it's time to see, the root of all evil and blasphemy.
Another senseless tragedy you buy into so happily.
Without feeling any guilt or shame you're feeding corporate flames.
Live for yourself, live for your health, or die in stolen wealth.
Live for your breed, live for your seed, or die alone in Greed.
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