I didn't drink at the party 'Cause I knew it would be over Plus too many men at the party It's just better to stay sober Now that I'm clearly Post Party You're doing cocaine Party Line And now you're abstaining from pork I always knew The pigs had you hog tied Big change New beginnings Old rage New kindling And now that the hotel is burning Now the shattered light Now that your crew cut is rendered, open And your blue a bloody sight Now that your justice is served On a plate with a knife Big flames New beginnings Old rage New kindling <<Thanks for the new law to break It was a piece of cake Thanks for the digital footage and Thanks for being a Fascist Police State we Really appreciate The cutting egde>> I didn't drink at the party 'Cause it was on the fritz Plus I'd rather be fully lucid When I eat the rich

We put your couch on the roof Sat there for the afternoon I put my head on your shoulder and said what a view Then neither of us talked for a quiet minute The Lake Street bridge is dark And then it isn't I remember A city of roofs Covered in beers Noah's Ark floats on blood sweat and tears I was guilty of having white guilt I was guilty of laughing at a Colbert Sunset We ordered Chinese and shat on the shingles Waited for rain like two thirsty singles And all around Wickedness And inside Now all those nasty things I promised you Are much too public Besides, what kind of world is this For a turkey baster baby? When all around wickedness And inside Reality struck A forgotten religion Can't shoot the shit less you can hit the pigeon And I applied myself to earning a decent living You followed downstairs became a commuter Sitting in chairs staring at the computer When all around wickedness And inside

I came word of mouth Someone said in '95 I came tumblin' out All was well, I was alive but Babe in basinette Makes architecture shift uneasy One whole town in the midwest Crumbled down my birthday evening I read rubble like a palm or Like a page of our bodies our hells I Knew we were not satisfied I Knew we'd have to satisfy ourselves So lend my your old river anyhow If I can't burn 'em down I'll flood 'em out This whole thing of lumber was Once my house I've tried all the doors but I'm Not allowed Ain't it fun driving when you know the way Take me anywhere do anything I know my place Everything is fertile if you lick it right and Put it in your face After a long time I'm OK Moved into a bigger bedroom So I could hold myself in More space alone Never loved it here But here's the only place I ever called home Don't wanna disabuse you now But you know that you've got everything wrong But you can't hear it from me anyway I was growin' up good At least that's what my mom would say I did just like I should Now, what'll they say of the love we make? And from that loving come to bloom Women who refuse the moon And men in fishnets and high heeled shoes When I dream my dreams are huge When I dream my dreams are mine When I dream my dreams are infantine So lend me your old river anyhow If I can't burn 'em down I'll flood 'em out This old thing of lumber was once my house I've tried all the doors but I'm not allowed

This is a come at me Jesus prayer Like "Hello Jesus, are you there?" I've been too poor To pay much attention And I'm much too rich To give a care So lay me down in the balm of your bough Keep me calm in your palm by somehow Give me alms I will beat (beat) your brow Give me wisdom anyhow This is a needle-toothed jaw It will kiss and it will claw It was burned It was spurned! In a match With the law So lay me down-I have already died The coughs fly low in a bronchitis sky Their brows are folded up twixt their eyes And I will beat them flat by and by And I will beat them flat by and by

I was a tender-age child When the border snapped I was the feeding hand That you bit back And your President was a tender age too Kept us all up at night sicking ICE on our wounds My mother prays in a prison cell Oh she prays to the powers White men haven't claimed And my brother's shoes are on TV Yeah I've heard he's in a Walmart in the Land of the Free I think you're all afraid How could you be afraid of me You might be king of the scales But I have the weight of a family I was a tender-age child On the Fourth of July Your American Dream kept me up at night The bombs you blew And the cash you coddled Paid homage to your American Idols But I'm American too, now don't you forget This is not my dream but it is my bed I'm American too, hear me out please You can put me down But I'm not gonna sleep I was still a young child When the sickness came through I rattled the bars and I pleaded with you But all that you heard was Capitalist Bull Shit And come Sunday morning got Trump at the pulpit So fuck you all too I'm glad it worked out You can sit safe at home with your money in your mouth Yeah fuck your whole scheme Yeah you closing the office Don't you know bodies were ground for your sausage Fuck it all over We need a new order So we're coming to eat you And give you the fever

Um That was one of my songs Um that wasn't very good cause I didn't know the words But um, Here's one that I know by heart Um Pink Flowers in the Dew That I made up OK That end part I just added in It's called a tag But I didn't really know it 2007 Er, 8 sorry Sorry, new year and It's 2008 so Here's a song that I made up I don't know what else I'm gonna put in the time capsule Oh yeah and I'm not singing for you today Sorry!

Time moves on like money it's gone But this is not a song about temporality And money measures time by the balance in the bank But this is not a song about money Waking up at 6:15 I cut my nails, recount my dream An easter egg A lightening bolt A pair of shoes An evening coat And everyone's a we or they And this is how I start my day Boxer briefs Toyota key I'm clocking in but not actually Cause time moves on like money it's gone But this is not a song about that And money measures time by the balance in the bank But this is not a song about that either A mushroom cloud A monster cookie A muscle bound mom-to-be And a dollar bill Floating free From a sticky-handed hypocrisy Daisy chains and lazy days My third job since June Cold fronts clash like broken glass In the living room An ice machine A movie star Some birth control A chin-up bar A barbie doll An hour glass A platinum card An hour to pass A kiss hello A spatula An envelope for what you have done And another day A different sun And my arms around the waist of another one

I left without warning No gas in my tank And nothing to wake me up And no one to thank And a long list of laundry that I never aired And never will The landscape around me The folds of my bed I'm sick about yesterday Come down with dread And my new denim jacket I use as a shield I bought for money Would somebody take me home? Somebody take me home? Oh now somebody take me home? I'm strung out and hungry Just riding my bike And wondering what I should do with my life That portal of questions Sets me on an existential spin Cause I have the anger And I have the hard work And I put in the time I tore up the turf But where rubber meets the road I only know how the dogs bite the tires Now somebody take me home! Somebody take me home Oh somebody take me home Somebody take me home. Feeding the plants Touching your hand I made you dinner with my paycheck from Summer I love you so Would I get ahead of myself? Now somebody take me home! Somebody take me home Oh somebody take me home Oh now somebody take me home

He came in black and white Pink stick fire of my mind Balcony and a cigarette Poetry and a hit of something hard on the head Masterpiece Dizzy in the spin of the disease Now Sean the Poet is dead I was just 17 Needed to sleep 'fore I found the American Dream The pillow was hard There was glass in the bed You are part of what makes sense he said Now Sean the Poet is dead

My hand fell from your shoulder And hung there limply from mine Of all the ways I touched you This would be the last time No I never said that I missed you But of course I do And it's ruining me Take me back to your balcony And your black coffee And your tucked up feet Europe was a shit-show Her fingers full of rings I held her like she loved me And thought of other things How everyone I know is getting married Swift and suddenly Holed up and settled down But all the girls I've know have left me cold out Like sleeping with sugar in your mouth I'm just that alone Maybe it's Maybeline Maybe just Emily Maybe I'm fine Am I out of my mind? Maybe Olivia, Eva or Sophia Maybe I'm fine Am I out of your mind? I drove to Minnesota Your address in my book So I know just where to find ya If I need ya But I don't know if I wanna look Just take me back to December Washing dishes at my house And trying on hats Lover do you remember How we felt back then? Do you remember that?

<<Tape>> The only cigarettes I ever smoked I found on the lawn You came back from pissing in a bush And your cigarettes were gone I can't say I feel I done you wrong I got some cigarettes You got a song I smoked out a highway Leading to Michigan I fagged out when I was 18 I got me a gallon of gasoline and innocense I hope you know what your cigarettes mean to me I hope you know what your cigarettes mean Then I wanted to be reckless and landless and lawless Living in the shadow of the shade I threw I wanted to light fires by the pump at the station And see what would happen if the whole thing blew See what would happen if the whole thing blew I wanted to burn my walking papers Wanted to turn them into vapor Stupor torpor tared and tapered I Wanted to let you know Shit I Wanted to sear the here and now Wanted it Queer from inside out I Wanna be clear without a doubt Wanted to let you know Well my friends body tells me sex I want that too but I must resist I Draw the line where the line's been drawn And all the little apple seeds All the fields, the fields of wheat that I could safely storm upon Instead I stand here nauncholant Looking like I'm lost in thought I'm Too up against the wall to move Your cigarette between my lips It's there but it ain't been lit yet I watch and wonder what's to lose Will I smoke out a highway Leading to Michigan? Tear Indiana limb from confederate limb? And what about Wisconsin and Minnesota? And all the other places I have been? <<Tape>>

2001, September 10 Donald Rumsfeld, Secretary of Defense I wanna p-p-privatize! Give more of the government to the rich guys Let's create an industry: Death, Destruction, and Safety Well very next day Twin Towers hit Two Twin Towers turned to grit Now we've got our catalyst! Not that we needed one cause we already owned the government anyway!! Oh we don't like guys named Donald We don't like guys named Donald We don't like guys named Donald no! X2 Them profiteers don't give a rat's ass That's because they're Capitalist Trash They engineered an endless war No tiny threat could be ignored And the entire project was bankrolled by taxes on the people who were already hurting so that companies like Halliburton could get rich making cameras that are watching you!! Oh they used emergency to privatize our agencies So suddenly these corporatists get richer with each terrorist So they make them up They make them up And send them to Guantanamo They make them up Meanwhile they keep tabs on us Lists of data adding up In Police States arrests are Profit War is Profit Death is Profit And so are the rescue teams owned by the same guys that come in to save you from the crisis! Yeah we don't like guys like Donald We don't like guys like Donald We don't like Mitch McConnelll no x2 See the big problem is greed yes but Also conflict of interest Common good for public works Corporations some rich jerks And when you got the exact same Don running both Your liberty means squat This government's not for you It's for Profit! Oh Democracy in Capitalism doesn't exist You can elect somebody Take your pick But they're also some big corporate business dick And that's how they'll represent you! So my friends it's pretty bleak All this shit still as we speak How to build collective power? Show the world's Don's their final hour This is it, we must resist Joe Biden and the Capitalists!!

We left the fires of Minneapolis For the Fires of Chicago Fires of Indiana Fires of Knoxville The cops are out in full force Cause they killed another black man Somehow guns and pepper spray Defend their institution Let it Burn Let it Burn It don't belong to us anyway Loot the Target Everything in there should be ours to take Let it Burn All my information I Get from my Hamm radio Cause they own CNN The New York Times The Washington Post Let it Burn Let it Burn It don't belong to us anyway Let it Burn Let it Burn All of us White people Get mad and then get comfortable again We can take a break and go get cocktails with our friends But all that's an illusion Cause they're coming for us next So let it Burn Let it Burn