Released on 1998

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[Intro]

All these kids, they're all TV babies. Watching people killing and fucking each other on the boob tube for so long it's all they know. Hell, they think it's legal. They think it's the right thing to do


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[Verse 1]

Television is the retina for the mind's eye

Watch and learn how to become the fire in which you burn

I'm proposin' the Universal constitution right now

Full blown chaos and revolution, one step, here's how

Perpetual oblivion is the hemisphere of my sanity

My shеll of vanity commandin' me to examine mе

Underlined motives of forces at work

That seem completely supernatural but shielded by Communism

Hereditary suspicion, I'm a theorist

Watching fine lines between love and hate

You'd be content to repent

We haven't got a cent and rent is due next week

But the million-dollar thoughts simply can't compete with the hunger pains

My younger brain battles against timeless thought

Becoming one with the anomalies of the wars that I've fought

The astrology says simply Aquarius, seek truth

But I need proof that says there's something more than my existence

Passive resistance, fueled by persistence

Makes for true crime with no witness

Hits with no misses

I'm petitionin' the wrath of immaculate perception

The crystal-clear thought with sentence infection

Those open sores upon your third eye can't be treated with Visine

You're probably better off washin' that shit with Tetracycline

The red light's green or is it?

Time for them blue suits to pay a visit

If you inquisit, what is it?


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[Verse 2]

Dig down way past the upper crust and rocky layers

Where sucker MC's have to dress up like hockey players

Our chosen leader doesn't come from the old school

He's a tiny little man that has to sit on a toadstool

And his feet don't touch the ground so throw away your pocket change

Make three wishes now say goodbye to the Stock Exchange

Farewell to Nova Scotia and the mark of the government

We've got our own set of laws and own Ark of the Covenant

Now wash your bloody hands off and deny these sins

And we'll be joined at the hip permanently like Siamese Twins and ask

Will I be made to suffer for an eternity, lord?

There's hit men for hire loose in the Maternity Ward

It's an underground miasma ruled by revenge and fear

It's an old-fashioned steam train with a suicidal engineer

See scouts and holler paydirt or else file sodomy charges

Against my beloved right-handed child prodigy

So if you still want to stay then raise your fist emphatically

Otherwise you'll be eliminated systematically

You'll be molested by Mormons

Pumped up on hormones and Quaaludes

Before you even get a chance to get airborne

Bollocks to alcoholics

The ultimate neurosis is a cross between leprosy and multiple sclerosis

Chances are the things that you find most unsuitable for human exposure

I find the most beautiful, last chance


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[Sample]

Mi lord

Mi lord

Mi lord

Mi lord

Mi lord

Mi lord

Mi lord

Mi lord


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[Outro]

Thrill kill, ? selector