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    Lyrics



    Eventually, this page will contain the lyrics to every relevant song I have ever written, from 1988 to the present.



    This page will be updated frequently, so keep checking in regularly.



    FACE THE WIND



    Well, the wind was blowin' hard
    On the day that I was born
    Its intention was to kill me
    That very day
    And, seven years later,
    It almost did me in
    But God wouldn't let it happen that way



    I've lived to see the evil
    And deception of this world
    And there were many times
    I prayed my life would end
    But it's time to give up everything
    I ever could've wanted
    It's time to turn around
    And face the wind



    CHORUS: It really does no good to say
    The wind might blow a different way
    It'll knock you to the ground someday
    It won't let up on you
    It really does no good to stay
    I'll admit I'm pissed
    But I still can say
    I'm gonna fight the wind someday
    No matter what I have to do




    The wind was blowin' hard
    On the day I was enlightened
    Didn't want me to live to see the Truth
    And a few years later
    It blew all my dreams to Hell
    There was really nothin' I could do



    Now the days go by faster
    Than I ever could've imagined
    And I'm goin' down the same damn road again
    It's time to give up living
    The way that I've been living
    It's time to turn around and face the wind



    REPEAT CHORUS



    TAG: Now the days go by faster
    Than I ever could've imagined
    And I'm goin' down the same damn road again
    It's time to give up living
    The way that I've been living
    It's time to turn around and face the wind



    8/1988. 1988 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.




    BILL OF RIGHTS



    I remember when we got together
    We both were running from the weather
    And you know it seemed so right
    We were so much alike
    We'd both been bound and tied and screwed



    You gave me hope
    And then you crushed it
    The only one I ever trusted
    You won my love
    But then you lost it
    And there's no way I'm gonna be used
    By a fucking little bitch like you



    CHORUS: I'm gonna write me a Constitution
    I done won me a revolution
    Is it me or just the institution?
    I don't know
    I just can't believe you did it
    Sometimes it seems like you really tried
    You never knew how much we tried and died
    You're infringing on my freedoms, bitch!
    I'm gonna have to write me a Bill Of Rights



    We were so distant from each other
    I hated your morals and your brother
    But when I looked into your eyes
    I could see so many lies
    And, like a fool, I believed that they were true



    You had to cling to your religion
    Your world of fear and superstition
    You walk the aisle with such contrition
    You put on such a facade
    I hope they sacrifice your ass to the gods



    REPEAT CHORUS



    3/26/'89. 1989 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



    YEAR OF THE DRAGON



    When I look across this room
    What do you think I see?
    Just worried faces with weary eyes
    Blinded by hypocrisy
    Must be the Year of the Dragon



    You left me on the verge of a revolution
    But now we've been defeated
    And I'm gonna fight like hell
    To make sure the past won't be repeated
    And if we're gonna make it
    We've got to regain our sight
    We've been blinded by "a thousand points of light"



    CHORUS: Must be the Year of the Dragon
    The silent enemy
    This world is gonna be crushed
    By a force that we can't see
    Must be the Year of the Dragon
    We're drowning underneath a foreign tide
    Those who promised us peace and prosperity
    Just took us for a ride
    Must be the Year of the Dragon



    When I look into my TV screen
    What do you think I see?
    Just repressive, hung-up souls
    Trying to find some peace
    Must be the Year of the Dragon



    Bearded Jews with twisted views
    Promoting catastrophe
    And religious freedom has been replaced
    By the politics of blasphemy
    People lying to each other
    And lying to themselves
    Their "applied survivalism"
    Was just a bullet-train to Hell



    REPEAT CHORUS



    When I look across this world
    What do you think I see?
    Just frightened leaders everywhere
    Crying for peace
    But there is no peace
    Must be the Year of the Dragon



    Sitting in their control rooms
    Knowing that the world moves on their command
    And if the wrong button is pushed
    It would mean the Ruination of Man
    Shivering in their ivory towers
    Trying to fake a smile
    They try to tell us everything's all right
    But it ain't right



    REPEAT CHORUS



    4/7/'89. 1989 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



    I'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE



    How do you excuse
    The way that you abuse
    Neglect and screw
    And then kill when you're through?



    How can you attempt
    To prove you're exempt
    From all the troubles in the world
    Surrounding you?



    How can you justify
    The things that you do?
    The distorted beliefs
    That you hold true?
    It seems I've spent my whole life
    Just trying to escape from you



    Tired
    Of running from the storm
    Trying to stay warm
    Trapped here in this cell
    While the whole world writhes in Hell



    CHORUS: I think I've heard it all before
    Another time
    Another war
    Just different faces
    Different names
    But nothing's changed
    It's just the same



    How can you dignify
    The things that you identify
    As being fit to kill or die for?
    Why do you abstain from
    Things that might cause some
    Reason to wonder why for?
    Deny for?
    Cry for?
    Or lie for?



    Tired
    Of looking through these eyes
    At the world that I despise
    Your world
    And all its lies



    REPEAT CHORUS



    5/13/'89. 1989 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



    LOOKING FOR A LOOPHOLE



    I just want to die in my sleep
    Is that too much to ask?
    Just want to be free from all these chains
    Is that so hard to grasp?



    I just want to live in my dreams
    Reality's much too strange
    Don't know why I've got to wake up
    I just can't take the pain



    CHORUS: I'm looking for a loophole
    In the stratosphere
    I'm looking for the Path Not Taken
    Free from harm and fear
    I'm searching for a soft spot
    In the heart of the Dragon
    To shine the light of Truth on things unclear
    I'm looking for a loophole
    In the stratosphere



    Sammy Davis says I shouldn't drink
    Just so his book will sell
    But it doesn't matter what he thinks
    He's gonna burn in Hell



    And Tony Danza wants me to die a virgin
    His tactic is to scare
    He fears his daughter may've contracted AIDS
    But, Tony, LIFE AIN'T FAIR!!!



    REPEAT CHORUS & FIRST VERSE



    REPEAT CHORUS ONCE MORE



    6/'89. 1989 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.
    IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



    "Lay down your silver and your gold
    I am a man who won't be sold
    And even when my heart grows cold
    I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

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    PISSING IN THE WIND



    Screw "the new morality"
    Like skinny White boys in a black neighborhood
    Just a bunch of self-indulgent, smoke-blowing bullshitters
    Not doing no one no good



    I'm sicking of seeing your shit on my TV screen
    And I guess it's gonna happen again
    But the truth you've been missing
    While you've been ass-kissing
    Hell, you might as well be pissing in the wind


    CHORUS: Pissing in the wind
    Your flames can't hold a candle
    To the fire that burns in us all
    We're gonna stand up for our rights
    You won't turn us around
    You're just banging your head against the wall
    I'm gonna tell you again
    You're just pissing in the wind
    'Cause you ain't got no balls



    Well, the Children of the Grape
    And the Children of the Bible
    Been fighting a war every day
    Here comes a preacher man
    With an automatic rifle
    Gonna blow our asses away
    It's been going on since the beginning of time
    And don't look like it's ever gonna end
    But your brains you ain't using
    'Cause your asses are losing
    Hell, you might as well be pissing in the wind



    7/21/'89. 1989 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



    BROTHERHOOD OF MAN



    Ever since we've been born
    Our minds have been torn
    Our ideals have been scorned
    We've been hiding from the storm
    Staring up into your faces
    Living on your better graces
    Looking up our sleeves for aces
    Trying to stay warm
    Out here on our own
    Unaffected by society's whirl
    Our names have been carved in stone
    We've found our place in this stone cold world



    CHORUS: So children
    Are you gonna get up now?
    Or are you gonna just sit there?
    Thinking
    Wanking
    Wasting away?
    Are you gonna arise now?
    Or are you gonna just die there?
    Waiting for the Dawning Day?
    But now is the time
    Yeah, now is the time
    Right now is the time to play



    Tears are falling
    Brother, brother
    Time is calling
    Mother, mother
    I have loved you like no other
    Keep me safe from harm



    Your heart is stone
    And your mind is gravel
    No need to stay
    No place to travel
    If this world starts to unravel
    Please don't be alarmed



    Our planet has been raped
    By hate and greed and war
    She's taken all she's gonna take
    Shes's evening the score



    REPEAT CHORUS



    8/3/'89. 1989 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



    KING KUDZU



    King Kudzu
    Made out a proclamation
    To all the Southern children
    In this nation
    To come and bow to him
    Like loyal peasants
    Offer our children to his feet
    As presents



    92 degrees
    And gettin' hotter
    Got to take a break
    And drink some dirty water
    Got a letter this morning
    It said: "Come on, join the slaughter!!!"
    "Come to the Harvest Ball
    And bring your sons and daughters."



    CHORUS: But Love will see me through
    And I've got my freedom, too
    And I won't bow to you
    King Kudzu



    You seem to think
    You've got a right to lead us
    To spread your propaganda
    And deceive us
    But all you ever do
    Is try to bleed us
    We cry out loud
    But you don't ever heed us



    Preachers preachin' out
    Against my music
    You're born with innocence
    But you will lose it
    I see the Serpent's head
    And I will bruise it
    Your fate is in your hands
    And you must choose it



    REPEAT CHORUS



    I see you growin'
    All along the highway
    Your way may be the law
    But it ain't my way
    You hang the First Amendment
    On your clothesline
    Let's forget it
    Drink some beer
    And smoke some cross-vine



    Drive across the country
    On a Sunday morning
    A storm blew up
    Without a word of warning
    The waitress gave me a dirty look
    She said: "I can't take your money."
    "The boss would have my ass
    If he caught me serving beer on Sunday."



    REPEAT CHORUS



    9/29/'89. 1989 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



    CAN'T GO ON PRETENDING



    Poetry is read
    But the men who wrote it all are dead
    Like fairweather friends
    Descending into Hell
    The radio is on
    But they only play commercial songs
    By people whose ideals are up for sale



    Win a yellow ribbon
    At the county fair
    People only love you
    If you cut your hair
    And I can't imagine leaving
    But I can't go on pretending anymore



    CHORUS: I can't go on pretending
    That this world is just the same
    When in my heart I know
    That the course has been altered
    I can't go on pretending
    That I don't give a shit
    When I've got visions in my head
    Of a bloody altar
    I won't be moved by the whim of the moment
    I won't bow down to the Whore
    And I can't go on pretending anymore



    The televison glows
    But the song and dance is all it shows
    Do you think they'll still be laughing
    When they die?
    Don't know what to say
    About the things I've seen today
    It seems untrue
    But sometimes the truth can lie



    Have I seen a better future
    In your eyes?
    Or is the love I used to worship
    Wrapped in lies?
    This world will soon be ending
    And I can't go on pretending anymore



    REPEAT CHORUS


    11/18/'90. 1990 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



    BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS



    If I sleep in the gutter
    Would you take me off your list
    Of people to invite to your big event?
    I've always been a gambler
    Never satisfied
    But now it seems my chips have all been spent



    I know I should've realized
    A long, long time ago
    That someday I might end up in this jam
    But even with the knowledge of my imminent demise
    I don't think I could change the way I am



    CHORUS #1: Beggars can't be choosers
    That's what they always say
    But every turned out dog
    Will have his day
    Although I'm tired and hungry
    I'm in no mood to beg
    Beggars can't be choosers
    Anyway



    So if I puke on your Oriental rug
    Don't be surprised
    Just like every other mutt that you take in
    I used to live on milktoast
    But I couldn't pay the price
    Of being clipped and kept inside a pen



    Some people say I'm crazy
    'Cause I choose the Narrow Way
    When the Path of Fools is such an easy ride
    But I just get so sick and tired
    Of breathing all your fumes
    And I've always got clean air to breathe outside



    CHORUS #2: Beggars can't be choosers
    That's what they always say
    But every turned out dog
    Will have his day
    I could choose to gain the world
    And lose my peace of mind
    But I'd rather be a beggar
    Anyway



    REPEAT CHORUS #2



    11/'90. 1990 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



    http://whitenationalist.org/forum/sh...=7566#post7566
    Last edited by Librarian; 01-13-2013, 06:22 AM.
    IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



    "Lay down your silver and your gold
    I am a man who won't be sold
    And even when my heart grows cold
    I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

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    • #3

      TELEGRAPH HILL



      Well, they're tearin' down the house on Telegraph Hill
      And they're knockin' the Lizard King off his throne
      Seems the tenants ain't got the bread to pay the bill
      And them money fucks in the hills won't leave 'em alone



      For even the best-laid plans of mice and men
      Often sink into the canyons of quicksand
      Like sheep to the slaughter
      They're swallowin' the bitter pill
      But I can't jump into the ocean
      Just to spite the land



      And the slaverin' dogs are pissin' on Lenin's tomb
      And they've moved the revolution to the discount bargain bins
      And there's not one man alive with the fortitude
      To admit that the means could be justified by the end



      And the cocksucking sell-out singers are tellin' the press
      That their armchair theatre marches didn't do too well
      But I ain't buyin' your "Rockin' In The Free World" now , Mr. Young
      If you wanna go down with Amerika
      You can just fry in Hell



      And they're passin' out rubbers
      To your little jungle-jumpers at school
      And they're sendin' in Hitler
      To scare them into restraint
      And God help the child
      That don't wanna fuck with all their rules
      Or live inside their world of lies and hate



      And they're tearin' down Ellis Island
      And the Statue, too
      To make a torture chamber
      For the Commies, queers, and Jews
      And them Devil-worshippin' kids
      That live in the mall
      Are writing Nazi musical reviews



      And a million dead bodies
      Wash out with the tide
      And there's not one worthy soul
      Left on the land
      And now your Floundering Fathers must admit
      That all their dreams were built upon quicksand



      Yeah, they're tearin' down the house on Telegraph Hill
      'Cause all the Flower Children live in Malibu
      While, like sheep to the slaughter,
      We're swallowin' the bitter pill
      They're tearin' down me
      And they're tearin' down you
      And they're tearin' down the house on Telegraph Hill



      1/'92. 1992 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



      YOU LITTLE PROSTITUTE



      We used to own it all
      Or so it seemed
      The graceful, gleaming, golden ides of spring
      All inhibitions burned
      And black as soot
      Mad dogs
      Cat watching
      Roaches underfoot



      The Cat's Eye lighted more than many grim occassions
      Chalky asbestos breath
      And pink hallucination



      The Poisoned Rose puked forth its black disease
      Puking oily evil on the grass and trees
      Every river
      Every stream
      Every wayward children's dream
      Scares you
      Makes you want to scream



      This is no plastic turd
      Talking to you now
      Forgiven children
      Rising
      Cry out loud:
      "HOW?!!!?"



      CHORUS: You little prostitute
      Fucking your life away
      Without an ounce of Truth
      With all Illusion burned away
      You little prostitute
      Throwing it to the wind
      But don't think your luck will change
      When the current turns strange
      And you'll be blown back again
      You little prostitute
      Flushing it down the drain
      But, with or without the proof,
      Your face in the mirror still remains
      STARING YOU DOWN !!!



      Burning wheat fields?
      Jump in the fire!!!
      Can't get three meals?
      Kill the desire!!!
      Broken shamrock?
      Blow up the red!!!
      Wayward children?
      I wish you were dead!!!



      And now the winter's gone
      And spring has sprung
      And pretty faces
      Mingle with the dung
      The sordid shit of your society
      Old hunchback leaning up against a tree



      The Devil offered you a sordid snack
      Of red blood dripping down White Rabbit's back
      Nephews and cousins dying at your feet
      You put your make-up on and hit the street



      William, William, William
      Hissing, kissing, pissing
      In your garden
      A salty Sassenagh snake
      Hissing, pissing in your garden



      STAMP HIM OUT!!!
      BRUISE HIS HEAD!!!
      SAVE THE LIVING!!!
      FREE THE DEAD!!!



      SPOKEN: I leave you to the witches, whore!!!
      To the murky realms of night
      Of muffled scream and useless flight
      For snakes and frogs to screw your hair
      And suck your skin
      The night is falling hard
      The banshee seeks you, calls you in
      GOODBYE!!!
      GOODBYE!!!



      Go seek the Wayward Angels
      You will surely find
      And leave this blackened devil stranded in your mind



      REPEAT CHORUS



      5/'92. 1992 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



      HOLDEN CAULFIELD'S BLUES



      Out playing on a summer day
      A sickening thought was blown my way
      I saw the boat go off the rocks
      I jumped in to get it in my socks
      I tried to call my dog
      But he just ran away
      I never was too good with dogs, anyway



      And many times I have been ignorant of bliss
      I shrugged and walked away
      Consumed with my abyss
      With every new child born
      I swear an old one dies
      One stopped his playing
      And looked up into my eyes
      He half-ass smiled
      And then he turned away
      I never was too good with kids, anyway



      Been playing some psychotic game
      Of following the leader
      Chasing voices out of nowhere
      Out of time and out of meter
      As I rounded this last bend
      I saw my foreskin hanging on the wall
      I guess before you learn to fly
      You have to almost die learning to crawl
      But it's dark as Hell in here
      And I can't seem to find my way
      I never was too good with mazes, anyway



      And, if you tell someone the truth,
      They make you disappear*
      You stare into the brazen eyes
      Of everything you fear
      You try to turn your boat around
      To dodge his flaming spear



      And, as the curtain falls, you overturn your tray
      Your guests all rise and say: "We're sorry we can't stay."
      I close the door
      And raise the covers to my face
      Outside they retrogress
      Within a mist of grey
      A haughty goddess makes excuse for my behavior
      She casually replies: "He's usually not this way."
      My mind just blurs the words of this sarcastic savior
      I never was too good with goodbyes, anyway



      *(The lines in the original were:



      "When you finally tell someone the truth
      You find they disappear"



      They referred partially to ALICE IN WONDERLAND and partially to my own experience with women, relatives, etc.



      But I felt that, under the circumstances, I had to pay tribute to the great and horrible sacrifices being made by Stephen Ames, Dr. Charles Thomas Sell, Martin "Mad Dog" Lindstedt, and the many real-life Justin Milfords who will undoubtedly follow before the Enemies of God are finally vanquished. God knows, I could become one of them myself, if my luck doesn't hold out. :-/



      But everything they do to us will be done to them TEN TIMES OVER. :-( God is not mocked.)



      5/9/'93. 1993 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



      HUCK FINN'S CONFESSION



      I can still remember
      The way you looked that night
      Your face of knowing innocence
      Brightened by the pale moon's light
      But I am just a cane pole
      Floating down a stream
      And you don't pray for driftwood
      So please don't pray for me



      There was no division
      No hiding from the Truth
      You gave with perfect kindness
      Everything I asked of you
      But I am just a black sheep
      That wondered from the scene
      And you don't pray for black sheep
      So please don't pray for me



      CHORUS: You can build a dam for safety
      But you'll never stop this stream
      And as the waters rise beneath you
      You hear a muffled scream
      But there's no waking from this dream



      I've never been accustomed
      To such a perfect dream
      As the one you let me borrow
      That night down by the stream
      But I feel like a patchwork blanket
      Bursting at the seams
      And you don't cry for spilt milk
      So please don't cry for me



      Arkansas penis-plower
      Scares me as he scrapes
      For I fear he will awaken
      The Spirit of the Lake
      Good and evil just don't cut it
      When your fucking mind's been raped
      I'd love to hide inside your arms now
      But I know there's no escape



      REPEAT CHORUS



      5/9/'93. 1993 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



      ALICE'S BLUES



      Well, I ain't ever
      Goin' down
      And I ain't ever
      Sellin' out
      But I feel
      Like a fool
      Sometimes



      Started out
      So long ago
      Started out
      Looking for my soul
      And I feel
      Like a fool
      Sometimes



      Never had no reason
      Not to believe
      Some would give
      And some would just receive
      But I feel
      Like a fool
      Sometimes



      When that old sun
      Came up for me
      He didn't charge
      No user's fee
      And you know I feel
      Just like a fool
      Sometimes



      CHORUS: When I get blinded
      Blinded by the light
      Tunnel vision
      Works its will with me
      And then I look down
      At all the vital organs
      I've trampled into victory
      And you know I feel
      So down and out
      Somebody had to come
      And bail ol' Charlie out
      And you know I feel
      Like such a fool
      Sometimes



      Well, my friends
      Were always there
      And there were some
      Who could never care
      But I feel
      Like a fool
      Sometimes



      And my dick
      Was my friend
      I never thought
      He'd ever try
      To do me in
      And you know I feel
      Like such a fool
      Sometimes



      And sometimes
      My head starts to ring
      I'm a knight
      At the end of a rubber string
      And you know I feel
      Like a fool
      Sometimes



      All these creatures
      Seem to be havin' themselves a ball
      They're good for laughs
      But, brother, that is all
      You know I feel
      Like a fool
      Sometimes



      And there's bourgeois voices
      In my head
      Sayin': "Let's go out for a sundae
      "And contemplate the dead!!!"
      "The cars roll by
      So nice and white
      On a Sunday night."



      So now I wait
      With little dread
      To hear them screamin':
      "Off with his head!!!"
      You know I feel
      Just like a fool
      Sometimes



      REPEAT CHORUS



      6/'93. 1993 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.


      http://whitenationalist.org/forum/sh...=7571#post7571

      Last edited by Librarian; 01-13-2013, 06:41 AM.
      IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



      "Lay down your silver and your gold
      I am a man who won't be sold
      And even when my heart grows cold
      I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

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      • #4



        IS ANYTHING EVER GONNA BE ALRIGHT?

        (The Ballad Of Scott Woods)



        Some people say I'm disenfranchised
        Well, I don't know about that
        But when they run their tickertape tentacles down my street
        I ain't gonna tip my hat



        You can throw your harness
        And riding crop away
        'Cause I ain't down with that
        And if you don't thank me for the ride
        You'll be cryin' when I leave you flat



        Some people are born under a risin' star
        Got their future wrapped up
        All nice and neat
        But others sweat and strain their lives away
        To put the shoes on the bastards' feet



        Some people are born
        With a silver spoon in their hand
        And a Golden Rule up their ass
        But I know better than them
        We're out on a limb
        This world's goin' to Hell real fast



        And when I sit on the hood of my car
        And watch the stars fallin' in the night
        I wonder



        CHORUS: Is anything ever gonna be alright?
        Can you tell me?
        Is anything ever gonna be alright?
        You can bang your head on their concrete ceiling
        Piss aimlessly against the night
        But is anything ever gonna be alright?



        My role in life
        Was never very well-defined
        But nobody ever tried
        To fuck with my mind
        TV goddesses sang me to sleep
        While I prayed the Lord my soul to keep
        And I held my feelings inside 'til the morning light



        But nobody pins a medal on you
        For endurance
        I know this choad
        That's 40
        And he sells insurance
        His wife sings in the church choir
        But she sucks his dick every single night
        And I wonder



        REPEAT CHORUS



        6/28/'93. 1993 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



        CUTE LITTLE WORLD



        A little this and a little that
        Sunrise, sunset
        Tit for tat
        You think it's so cute
        Yeah, you think it's so cute



        Your wife calls your office late at night
        They tell her your workin' overtime
        You think it's so cute
        Yeah, you think it's so cute



        Meanwhile, she's gettin' her tits sucked
        And pourin' white wine
        She's fuckin' some chump
        From a 900 line
        And he looks like a fruit
        Yeah, he looks like a fruit



        BRIDGE: But you go to church on Sunday
        And you pray
        You close your eyes
        And you slowly drift away
        To another time and another place
        And a lusty little smile on her face
        She didn't think it was any disgrace
        She just fucked you 'til you couldn't take no more
        And then she sucked your dick like a $10 whore
        She even held you until the dawn
        You talked of cats and kings
        Princes and pawns



        But the earth was calling
        And the day was at hand
        You had to pull the plow
        At the Devil's command



        Smug in your little suburban Hell
        Your mother's eyes smile
        As they gently impale
        From across the room



        She's stupid, arrogant, and mean
        But you've gotta treat her
        Like she's some kind of Queen
        In your cute little world
        In your cute little world



        But the bird is in your hand
        So you do as she commands
        In your cute little world
        In your cute little world



        You make good grades and you kiss their ass
        You're in good with the teacher of every class
        In your cute little world
        In your cute little world



        You play your nigger music on your radio
        Saturday night you go lookin' for 'ho's
        In your cute little world
        In your cute little world



        You have a little fun
        With some whips and chains
        Then you meet some bitch
        That really fucks up your brain
        In your cute little world
        In your cute little world



        She makes you kiss her ass
        And watch GONE WITH THE WIND
        The bitch really knows
        How to get under your skin
        In your cute little world
        In your cute little world



        Witches sit at a table
        Eating ice cream and cake
        They won't sing "Danny Boy" at your wake
        In your cute little world
        In your cute little world



        "Better call the priest."
        "I'm not feeling too well."
        How will you feel
        When your cute little world
        Yes, your cute little world
        Burns in Hell???



        You're just another load of shit
        Flushed down the drain
        Your wife says to her lawyer:
        "Can you help me ease the pain?"
        In your cute little world
        In your cute little world



        I know it's gonna fucking happen again
        I'm doin' alright and I've got my friends
        But your cute little world
        Yes, your cute little world
        Will kill me in the end



        You think your lives are built to last
        But when all your little illusions have past
        Your cute little world
        Yes, your cute little world
        Can kiss my ass!!!



        YOUR BLOOD AIN'T FIT TO BATHE IN, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!



        8/7/'93. 1993 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



        DEBTOR'S WINE



        Well, I saw his haggard face
        As he was leavin'
        He cursed the world
        That drug him down so far
        And he swore revenge at God
        His green eyes gleaming
        Then he smashed his fifth
        And got into the car



        He said: "I had to have the Devil
        For a mother."
        "And I had to have a blind man
        For a dad."
        "And an era all too short
        Of human feeling
        Turned out to be the best time
        That I had."



        CHORUS: But debtor's wine don't taste too good
        For breakfast
        Devil's wine don't taste too good at all
        In the time it takes to think
        Or raise the question
        The Serpent's head is rising in the hall



        "Now gentle eyes will greet you
        At the shearing."
        "Sympathetic smiles
        Will win the day."
        "But soon the canine cuspids
        Will be appearing."
        "And blood-drenched fangs
        Will tear into your brain."



        "They'll hold you in their arms
        Until the morning."
        "They'll make you feel
        Just like a newborn child."
        "But then they'll turn away
        And leave without a warning
        And leave you stoned and cold
        And twice as tired."



        REPEAT CHORUS



        He said: "My friends and neighbors,
        They don't understand me."
        "They don't know why
        I don't just play the game."
        "But I'd rather be a beggar
        Than a nigger."
        "If the wages, day to day,
        Are just the same."




        "Now there's a lot of things in this world
        That can be misleading."
        "But don't you be deceived
        By all their lies."
        "A bleeding whore
        Brought this world into being."
        "With a brazen, beaming nymph
        The new world dies."



        Well, he smiled a haggard smile
        And then he left me
        Left me there to shiver in the cold
        May God have mercy on this seasick sailor
        And anyone who tries to take his Soul



        REPEAT CHORUS



        8/16/'93. 1993 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



        DONKEY KEROTENE



        Crouched comfortably in my den
        Oblivious to your outs and ins
        Someone turned a page and screamed
        But, all-in-all, a pleasant dream
        Yeah



        Atreyu with his Golden Spear
        You know our hero ain't no queer
        Watermelon ice cream daze
        Twat prisoners from a former raid
        Hotdamn!



        But the swamp is sucking down the boy
        And the cat just found a rabbit for a toy
        And the blood goes dripping down my TV screen
        And the actors have all split the scene



        CHORUS: They're dragging me down
        With donkey kerotene
        Yeah
        Motherfuckin' donkey kerotene
        Yeah
        Donkey kerotene



        The empty wallet never fears for capture
        The half-cocked child never wants for rapture
        But somewhere there's a room with falling plaster
        And a bitch is screaming: "Give it to me faster!!!"



        While the grey and greasly hordes
        Eat beans and gristle
        And wait for the Reds to fire a missile
        You miss your mark
        And step upon a thistle
        And a bitch comes running out with bugbite cream



        You never had to worry about tommorrow
        You're oblivious to this world
        And all its sorrow
        And the execrable horrors
        Of the Late Show
        You're feeding off the grassroots of a dream



        But the Scottish slugs
        Are clever with their whips
        And a rank, inflated whore
        Makes nigger lips
        And a late summer revelation
        Gives you the shits
        And a lamp-jawed neo-Nazi makes the scene



        REPEAT CHORUS



        Half-alive and hiding from the shearers
        I could open a museum of bloody mirrors
        As the day-to-day goes gray
        The Truth gets clearer
        And I don't see how my life
        Could get much queerer



        Believing in the Dream I saw projected
        I knew this Other World must be inspected
        So many of my brothers had defected
        Like wild-eyed salmon swimming up a stream



        Determined to find this Sun-Drenched Cousin
        I took another look
        And it was Nothing
        But soon I was surrounded by the truncheons
        Saying: "Babe, we're gonna beat you 'til you scream!!!"



        So, bruised and sore, I left these pussy-waggers
        But my Mother's golden arms were hiding daggers
        And, finally, I took refuge with the stragglers
        And it seems more like a Nightmare than a Dream



        'Cause the nipples in my face show Snake Eyes rearing
        And on the Left is the Thing that I was fearing
        And on the Right a voice says: "Welcome to the shearing!!!"
        And I don't know where I am or what I've been



        REPEAT CHORUS



        8/25/'93. 1993 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



        NO F-TROOP, NO MORE



        Well, Sherwood Forest just burned to the ground
        And the Sherriff and his men were not in town
        Brer Rabbit and his friends were not around
        And the Underdog and Hong Kong can't be found



        Robin Hood just died from a snakebite
        His bitch broke out the fangs
        Their wedding night
        Friar Tuck has just joined AlAnon
        And he's touring the talks shows
        With Prince John



        CHORUS: And I won't stand there loitering
        Like some chemicrazy fool
        I just thought somebody oughta come
        And teach you the New Rule
        'Cause there's nothing left for you
        And there's nothing left for me
        Why don't we just say: "Fuck it all!"
        And turn on the TV?
        'Cause I ain't no whore
        And I ain't watchin' F-TROOP anymore



        And I refuse to mourn you with a sigh
        'Cause your cut and conquered roses were a lie
        But your myth-makers sent me out to die
        Just to keep their grislings busy in their sty



        When I came back to claim my pillaged land
        It was occupied by the bastard boys who ran
        And all my nights were haunted by a man
        Who said: "You better clean your bedsheets, boy,
        And join the Ku Klux Klan!!!"



        REPEAT CHORUS



        Now we're no longer plagued by any war
        The bastard sons have gone back to their Whore
        Lawyers sit in judgement of my dick
        And your needless neo-marches make me sick



        And you tell me that my life can not yet end
        You're a number in the meat market, my friend!!!
        Hell, yeah!!!



        REPEAT CHORUS



        8/29/'93. 1993 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



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        IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



        "Lay down your silver and your gold
        I am a man who won't be sold
        And even when my heart grows cold
        I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

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        • #5

          HEY MAMA



          There was Devil's green and gossamer blue in the sky
          I was glad that we didn't have a Queen
          But I didn't know why



          To float on and on forever in an endless dream
          Remember when only nightmares made you scream?



          A straw-covered bush can be sinister
          But it's only a game
          The witch in the storybook, too
          But its not the same
          Remember when you got ringworm
          From crawling in the hay?



          Hey Mama, why is everything stupid today?



          Remember when minds would roam
          And then come back?
          Just like a crazy freight train
          Off its track?
          The engineer, he never fears attack
          Until he feels the arrows in his back



          Long afternoons with old Viewmaster reels
          The animal don't hate the thing he kills
          Why do the people close their eyes and pray?
          Hey Mama, why is everything stupid today?



          I remember all the games I'd play
          While waiting for the sting to go away
          Of sunken ships and seaborne mysteries
          They disregard the cauldron's histories
          They just found them some new game to play
          Hey Mama, why is everything stupid today?



          The world is fading further into black
          So far I fear we'll never get it back
          Rush Limbaugh stalks the darkness with his spear
          And tells me Captain Kangaroo was queer
          Remember Mr. Baxter and parades?
          Hey Mama, why is everything stupid today?



          Now everything is wrapped up in a maze
          I stumble through the darkness in a daze
          I fear some evil buried in my brain
          Vague centuries have all gone down the drain



          I wander 'round like some psychotic clown
          I feel no pain
          But fear that I may drown
          How can I make the Devil go away?
          Hey Mama, why is everything stupid today?



          The first one that I knew
          She was alright
          Her skin was brown
          Her hair was almost white
          She didn't fear to come outside and play
          A shame I only knew her for one day



          The second one
          That I knew after that
          She had these eyes
          Just like a Siamese cat
          She liked to dig for diamonds in the ditch
          Her dark hair stood on end
          Just like a witch



          And now I feel half dead
          With half a ball
          I'm layin' in some crazy bitch's hall
          She wants to tie me up
          Before we play



          Hey Mama, why is everything stupid today?



          11/4/'93. 1993 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



          VINCE FOSTER'S WELL-CLAWED CRANIUM BLUES



          What the hell else can I say?
          Everything has turned to grey
          All the truth has gone away
          What the hell else can I say?



          Why the hell now should I lie?
          Everything was born to die
          No use for you to even try
          Why the hell now should I lie?



          What the hell are you gonna do?
          The world ain't gonna stop
          And wait for you
          You know this language
          Through and through
          Just another refelection of you



          Why the hell now should I fight?
          Can't tell the daytime from the night
          Guess you could say I've lost my sight
          All I know is
          There's no light



          Go ahead and hide away
          Play all the stupid games you play
          Dig a hole for Judgement Day
          And cry
          When it all slips away



          Who the hell do you think you are?
          Badass with a brand new car
          Nobody under the sun will fuck with you
          'Cause they know what you will do



          From a breakdown to a smile
          I'm your hidden fractured child
          Ducking funerals in the yard
          While you try to tell me it's all so hard



          Laugh while the flaps of fat are spread
          And the Unholy Angel gives you head
          Watch you scream and cry in dread
          Wishin' to God that you were dead



          Can I have some severance pay?
          Take some time and go away?
          There just ain't nothin' here today
          Not even a half-assed reason to stay



          Lovely brothers fear my gun
          And the end they know will come
          And, at times, they try to run
          And everything else has been done



          You can say it's in my head
          And live a lie until you're dead
          But when the Angel's wings are spread
          No trace of eggshell scars the head!!!



          I suppose you'll try to hide
          Find something you locked inside
          No one will save you in the end
          You're just a crock of shit, my friend!!!



          Another world I hope you'll see
          Another fractured part of me
          When they drowned me in the sea
          They stole my mind
          And took the key



          Not gonna play this game no more
          Like your little eggshell whore
          Begging penance in a war
          Close your desk and lock the door!!!



          You fuck the Devil every time
          Pay for non-existent crimes
          How can you buy their twisted lines?
          And lose your fuckin' little mind?



          I've got a friend
          And he can't see
          What the bastards want him to be
          He's only tryin' to be free
          But he's not aware like me



          No more feigned words to skew my dream!!!
          Nothing left but moldy screams
          Library drapes in orange crepe streams
          And wrought-iron doors to stifle screams



          Watch me shit on yer Golden Dawn
          Your likes just clutter up the lawn
          You think you can smother your son
          But your bastard-breeding days are done



          And I'd rather talk to Malcolm X
          Than hear what Bill Bennett thinks of sex
          He's been smoking 'Nordic crack'
          And them freezer-burned brain cells
          Ain't comin' back



          SPOKEN: I think I heard this tune before
          When righteous frogs were risin'
          Jumpin' out of the water
          Cursin' your existence
          Shitboy!!!



          Awwwwwwwww, makin' yer little bridges
          You think you're so bad
          I got a little onyx stone that says you're wrong!!!



          Your golden age was in the Stone Age
          And now you're just gonna turn back to shit



          Lookin' up in the sun some night
          You'll see your ancestors' faces starin' back at you
          They're sayin': "When are you comin' to join us?"
          "It's nice and warm up here!!!"
          And they call us 'ice people'!!!



          Your ancestor was a little turd in Germany somewhere
          Ashes to ashes
          Shit to shit



          1/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected By Heckler & Koch, Inc.



          ALEX'S TURRETED TERROR-DOME BLUES



          So you changed your mind today
          Decided to go another way
          Didn't quite know what to say
          Half of you is horny
          And the other half is gay



          Livin' in a turreted terror-dome
          You only want to be left alone
          As innocent mustard turns to grey
          Don't you get a little sick of the games you play?



          Spiders harrowin' on the floor
          A little too scared to open the door
          The idiot ape turns the God-dish around
          You never expected it to ever come down



          And I chewed heavily
          While you laughed
          Secure in the vagueries
          Of your tainted craft



          Pretend to crawl
          Or pay your money and play
          You'll take it up the ass
          Either fuckin' way



          The sun also rises at your feet
          Comin' over the hill like a mother in heat
          Too burdened to live and too scared to die
          And a little too real to tell you a lie



          Child of my nightmares, what of your laws?
          For sure you know what is the cause
          You take the chance no one should take
          And tolerate devils at the lake



          Her tainted claws
          Will make you forget
          And some fat fucker
          Is draggin' a net



          Now the snakes in your carpet
          Are sworn to silence
          And the red velvet curtains
          Speak of certain blindness
          Would it make you a hero
          With your face on a calendar?
          And telling the same lies
          That you told everyone before?



          Go ahead, motherfucker!!!
          Give it all away
          Don't think anybody
          Will regret the day
          Go on and piss your stupid life away



          SPOKEN: Yeah, I remember it was a Sunday afternoon
          And I was walkin' home
          And the snow was comin' down, you know
          And the world was a big, spirally snake
          Reaching out to grab your testicles



          1/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected By Heckler & Koch, Inc.



          SNAKECHASING MOTORDOG BLUES



          Sweat-stained chamber
          It's so obscene
          Nothing left to do but die
          Ain't got no control of my history
          And I get knocked about by the Lie



          When my brain is on vacation
          I don't know what I can do anymore
          Have a fucked-up dream about Hitler in tweed
          And wake up yielding to the Whore!!!



          CHORUS: But I won't play
          I'll be a dog for a day
          Fuck you!!!



          You can go ahead
          And wave your stars and stripes
          Play your parlor games
          You're not gettin' anywhere
          'Cause you know they don't give a fuck anyway



          Kids and tits and PMS
          Carport matinee
          You sneak out and go fishin'
          And you find yourself wishin'
          You could be the dog for a change



          It's the oldest tool of the trade
          That old caveman charade
          Even dinosaur-hunters need to be entertained
          A man-made canyon
          Filled with insolent pain
          It's all goin' down the drain



          REPEAT CHORUS



          Old man can't get it up no more
          He wants to feel useful
          So he takes the grandkids on his lap
          Makes him feel fruitful



          And he tells them lies
          And they say: "Wow!"
          "Did it really happen that way?"
          Just another slice of Hell
          To send you to your grave



          "Yes, Jenny." "He really kissed her that way."
          "He lived in the part of the neighborhood
          Where dragons used to play!"
          "And, yeah, Johnny, he could've taught ol' Bruce Lee
          A thing or two!"
          "He was virtuous and brave
          And everything he did was true."



          "And the princess guarded her sanctity very well."
          "Just like Asmodeus guards the Chamber of Hell!"
          "I'VE BEEN SMOKING NORDIC CRACK!!!"
          "And I'm gettin' a little horny,
          So, kids, could you please get off my lap?"



          Barnyard under Bathory blues
          It always makes me feel tired and used
          When my crazy neighbors make the news



          And the king that people fear
          The one the priests say was queer
          Fattening farmers praise him
          With a sneer
          And look over their left shoulders
          When they speak of Lear



          Mickey thought the Devil could be changed
          So he ordered his army out of range
          But it never struck him as strange
          That the facts had all been rearranged



          The weaker man has always led
          While the stronger man lay dead
          And thanks the Lord for daily bread
          While the world falls down around his head



          Mickey died at Bael na Mblath
          While they were still starving in Ballina
          And as he fell down on the road
          Queen Maeve was standing by to goad
          To watch her Irish donkey sweat and swear
          While her maidens read their Yeats
          And combed their hair



          Oil and roses took their toll
          Patrick Cavanaugh took his soul
          And the attic door still hung agape
          While the bloody petals screamed of rape



          And now they see him as a god
          He's just some bones beneath the sod
          Just battered fragments in the mud
          Washed crimson by a sea of blood



          Milk-sodden mongrels of the past
          Clinched rusty swords
          And kissed white ass
          They took it up the ass
          To save their crown
          And peasants drink the blood
          They handed down



          Barnyard
          Under
          Bathory
          Blues



          Old Man
          Sleepin'
          Scared to
          Hear the news



          Young man
          Walkin'
          He don't
          Give a damn



          He knows it's
          All a lie
          And
          Ain't got nothin' to do
          With him



          No time to scream
          Stop!
          Pull the handle!



          Limp protest
          And useless prayer



          It's my kind of intersection
          Only corpses fuck there



          Heavy metal virgins
          And bitches with no will
          Come to see the gods there
          Discover a new thrill



          But the gods are on vacation
          They prefer their parlor games
          To theirs
          And they hide behind the walls there
          Without a body or a care



          And they read their Aleister Crowley
          And they smoke their Chinese hash
          Tasty Oriental entrees
          Muffled screams come through the cracks



          So the kids get bored
          And they yell awhile
          Just to have something to do
          Jerry wants to play Nintendo
          Sherry wants to go to Sunday school



          Then he squawks drug legalization
          While she screeches women's rights
          And she badmouths Ozzy Osbourne
          While he curses Jesus Christ



          Then she says if he ever touches her again
          She'll claw out both his eyes
          And he stops to pet a stray dog
          As she walks away in spite



          I'm the janitor at Newgrange
          Where the dances have all ceased
          Where the horses ain't really horses
          And the trees ain't really trees



          And the dog that guards the chamber
          Of the king whose name was cursed
          Will never be remembered
          In story or in verse



          'Cause it was Crystal Rain
          And bath oil
          ZZ Top
          And red balloons



          Now that my soul is out of stick shift
          I've gotta tell the truth



          REPEAT CHORUS



          1/25/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



          BULLSHIT LIES



          So they know that you are weak
          You're acres wide but none too deep
          You run
          And find the slope too steep
          While green-eyed monsters growl and creep



          You can't just stand there
          You know you'll die
          Some slave will find your soul-marks high
          And drag you to his grisly cell
          Just another lair of Hell



          CHORUS #1: Take one more look up at the sky
          For all God's children have to die
          Your childrens' blood within you will rise
          And you'll long to fight their bullshit lies



          Huckleberry hoarhounds have to go
          Creamed crimson buried in the snow
          And everything you tried to know
          In Druid circles grow and grow



          They'll haunt you in your day of weakness
          Death Flower squeezes out her sweetness



          CHORUS #2: Take one more look up at the sky
          For all God's children have to die
          When your best friends die
          You'll pay the price
          And hide your eyes from bullshit lies



          Manged amber dog burst into dream
          Light question nurtured
          But no scream



          Grim Dublin pubsongs of the day
          Won't keep her stars and scythes away



          Commercial loathing
          Blood-drenched days
          And wishing life
          Would simply cease



          New grass conspiracy
          Bathtub blues
          And wetbacks pissing on my shoes



          Death Museum rejects
          Deadly fault
          Self-serving hunters
          Finally caught



          CHORUS #3: Take one more look up at the sky
          For all God's children have to die
          Your soul will languish muffled cries
          And your mind will cling to bullshit lies



          Television Devil's in His place
          She drinks your blood with studied grace



          Immortal swingset potency
          Makes Cu Chulainn proud to be



          Her claws are golden
          Burning white
          Just like some ancient mystic rite
          And you wonder if her soul is right
          As her Grim Ones grab you in the night



          CHORUS #4: Steal one swift glance now at the sky
          The jackals comin' make you cry
          But all God's children have to try
          To hide their minds from bullshit lies



          Innocence can't fight a war
          Or make obeisance to the Whore
          Run quickly when the sky is ore
          And try to find the Hidden Door



          Future lies laugh in your face
          And say your movement's a disgrace
          Creamed mirages of soft lace
          And mangled meathooks
          Dripping waste



          CHORUS #5: Take one more look up at the sky
          For all God's children have to try
          The time has come to pay the price
          And live or die with bullshit lies



          Tell your Aunt Maeve you'll be no slave
          Drink Sprite and send her to her grave
          Just let your Mother cry and weep
          You'll not be losing any sleep



          When pointed ties reach out to scratch
          Just remember Truth's profusely patched
          But, nonetheless, you'll live for snatch
          And curse your chickens when they hatch



          CHORUS #6: Don't look sideways at the sky
          You might see something that'd make you die
          'Cause now the Maker of the Lie
          Has complete dominion of your eyes



          And when you're ball-strapped to your back
          And your only pleasure's looking back
          When you feel your braincage crack
          You'll curse the day you chose your Path



          Just demon laughter
          After all
          Either choice you made
          Would break your balls
          And bring you down upon the Stone
          For every aging rebel stands alone



          They poured concrete on your field
          And the noonday sky
          You know they stealed
          Every pawn of Nature was willed
          By the King of Evil's spear and shield



          And now they're closin' on your soul
          With sharpened steel they fill their bowl
          Just sex and death
          Just one more show
          Just another day
          For all you know



          CHORUS #7: No use starin' at the sky
          'Cause your eyes are blinded by their ties
          They make their unholy sacrifice
          And praise their god of Bullshit Lies



          A greater Truth is hidden still
          It remains unseen by all who will
          Make choices when they only steal
          From sick gods laughing on their Hill



          Years do not judge
          Deeds do not damn
          It's just a Lie that rapes the land
          You make your murders kicking sand
          And hang your own souls from a strand



          CHORUS #8: Take one more look up at the sky
          Behind the fascist lies of Jesus Christ
          The Soul of Truth is soon to rise
          And purge the world of bullshit lies



          1/28/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



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          Last edited by PastorLindstedt; 01-20-2013, 10:40 PM.
          IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



          "Lay down your silver and your gold
          I am a man who won't be sold
          And even when my heart grows cold
          I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

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          • #6


            NOBODY FUCKS LIKE A FASCIST



            They'll be fuckin' when you're locked up in your room
            They'll be fuckin' when you're watchin' your cartoons
            They'll be fuckin' when your head feels unsure
            They'll be fuckin'
            And they'll tell you they've got the cure
            They'll fuck when your relatives come
            And they'll fuck when your spendin' your birthday money



            CHORUS: Nobody fucks like a fascist
            When the petals are wet
            Nobody comes like a master
            Blood fertilizes the best
            (Ask Hess)



            They'll fuck when you go to confirmation
            When your poor little mind is in a haze
            They'll fuck when you discover masturbation
            And they'll tell you you'll go crazy
            They'll fuck when your mowin' their yard
            And they'll tell you that you're lazy



            BRIDGE: So give the word to Pat Buchanan
            If you should ever have the luck
            Tell him we don't need him in the White House
            He only knows how to fuck



            They'll fuck on your first Christmas morning
            After you've put your toys away
            They'll even fuck on Easter Sunday
            And they'll tell you you're losin' your way
            I swear they'd fuck at a funeral
            And they tell you they've got so much respect
            They gave up on drugs and rock and roll
            But the motherfuckers have still got sex



            REPEAT CHORUS



            You know they fucked when you said your first word
            And if it was "Mama" you know she was on top
            Daddy was screamin': "Fuck me harder!!!"
            They didn't think they'd ever stop
            And when you're readin' your Bible
            You can be sure there's a cherry bein' popped!!!



            REPEAT CHORUS



            BRIDGE #2: Women get turned on by a flower
            Blood makes it grow with such grace
            And the murdered skin of a baby
            Sure looks precious on your face
            On your face
            On your face
            On your faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccc cccccccccccce!!!



            5/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected By Heckler & Koch, Inc.



            RIGHT BY THE TREE



            Now that I have realized
            The nature of all these things
            I'm better off a full-fledged madman
            Or unaware of unholy strings



            Nothing simple anymore
            No easy way for me
            If the executioner makes it through the furze
            Bury me
            Right by the tree



            We fucked up the world
            We fucked it up bad
            Nothin' we can do
            Now ain't that some shit?



            Nowhere to go
            Nowhere to run
            Cloud just went behind the sun
            Ain't that some shit?



            I wanna be
            Right by the tree



            Playing games with God and time
            Bearing children is our most cardinal crime
            With plenty of love and plenty of health
            You can be 50 and maybe find yourself
            Yeah, now ain't that some shit?



            Born to be unsure
            On a psychedelic checkerboard
            Unknown and uncooperative
            I only got ignored



            Free
            Was all I ever wanted to be
            And everybody said I was insane
            You'd be surprised
            The effect 21 years of gunpoint reality
            Can have on the brain



            The cardinal liars sing in the choir
            And the ones who say they love you the most get rich
            I was cursed to be a self-destructive, ignorant, unknown son-of-a-bitch
            Proudly barbaric
            Unbowing
            And freezing the heart of the witch



            And I'm gonna shit on your beautiful hedges, baby
            Before this game is through
            Unlike some
            I don't just sit on my bum
            Daydreaming of Mother's tits
            And sniffin' glue



            Send your whole kindergarten army to try to stop me
            And we'll see what they can do
            I say you're only a pack of lies, anyway
            Smile while I run you through
            Nothing you fuckers can do



            I wanna be
            Right by the tree
            Unsure and undiscovered
            Where nobody runs for cover



            Where everybody's afraid
            Of the little passion plays that were played
            And everybody runs
            When the cloud goes behind the sun



            They say they found a piece of rope
            Hanging off one of the branches
            And they run
            Guess they've just got this thing
            About blood



            And the flies that live under the trunk
            Bother everyone but me
            Condemned to look for doorways happily
            No one else could ever see
            And quite a formidable fortress
            When that overgrown, blood-sucking bitch
            Was looking for me



            Unjustly ignored it in silence
            As I screamed past the scene
            And I wished it was all just a dream



            Make my own peace with death, division, and madness
            Keep all the sinners away
            And I'll be happy



            Gettin' a little confused with this rat maze
            So beautiful, yeah, but nothing to see
            Guess I'll just hold on to the tree



            Continue to piss on corporeal happiness
            Knowing I'll be avenged in time
            Shit in the face of obvious normalness
            Make the motherfuckers pay for their crime



            A little too scary for some
            'Cause I shun the light
            That streams past drawing room shades
            Just like my ancestors
            I'll never be at peace
            'Til I'm in my grave



            Struggle through various shades of insanity
            There's none but the Devil's own mule
            That will be saved
            While the rest just fester and rage



            SPOKEN: "'But where can we draw water?'"
            "Said Pearse to Connoly"
            "'When all the wells are parched away?'"
            "'Oh, plain as plain can be'"
            "'There's nothing but our own red blood'"
            "'To make a right rose tree.'"-----William Butler Yeats.



            7/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



            WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE



            I know a place
            Where blood is dried on crosses
            Where penny-ante corsets
            Speak of red clay apathy



            Where the lie is fed and watered
            And the half-Jew hides in hollows
            Where the cur's cry rings through valleys
            Like a revellie from Hell



            I know a place
            Where being real's a given
            Where no measure of pretension
            Crosses trestles in the mist



            Where the Question's gently laden
            In the cell of Maybe Someday
            Where Death's a joke at parties
            And a ghost's a walk away



            I know a place
            Where hills are high and lowly
            Where the sounds of all the universe
            Ring tinny in your ears



            Where the dead make life a burden
            With their wreaths of gentle summer
            As their long-dead dreams breed icy fingers
            Stranglehold my brain



            I make a television stand
            Unsure, in fact, still groping
            As long-dead skulls ring out with laughter
            Drowning sermons in their dream



            I know a place
            That's fostered fat on firstblood
            Whose stonecliff houses leave behind
            A multitude of graves



            Where the weary voice falls silent
            In a realm of blood-fed flowers
            Where the severed black urethra
            Prides a Scot's soliloquoy



            I know a place
            Pukes beauty after vengeance
            Half-fanged combs and redneck reasons
            Perfume in the pyre



            I know a place
            Where Truth's as old as Judgement
            And the Devil's every earthly crime
            Is water underneath the bridge



            8/7/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



            MODERN DAY FIVE-YEAR-OLDS



            Prehistoric five-year-olds
            Really had it bad
            They'd be beaten to death with a club
            If they pissed off Dad



            Prehistoric five-year-olds
            They couldn't go very far
            Stray from the cave
            And be eaten by a tyrannosaur
            Prehistoric five-year-olds
            They had it really bad



            Limey five-year-olds are really disgusting
            They're cheeky as hell
            And they're prematurely lusting



            Little Limey girls play with themselves
            Behind the bush
            And sometimes little Limey boys
            Like to grab one another's tush
            Limey five-year-olds are really disgusting



            Depression Era five-year-olds
            Had dicks up their asses
            And they lived on rats and boiled grasses
            Used little pieces of rock for marbles
            Bet they never even heard of Captain Marvel
            Depression Era five-year-olds
            Had dicks up their asses



            Baby Boomer five-year-olds
            Had souls the size of a garden pea
            And when they turned six
            They started taking LSD
            And by the time THE LAND OF THE LOST came on
            Their kids were two or three
            Baby Boomer five-year-olds
            Had souls the size of a garden pea
            And they wet their pants!!!



            Cold War five-year-olds
            Never learned how to dance
            But they had CAPTIAN KANGAROO, ROMPER ROOM and Ants In The Pants
            Cold War children
            Knew they never stood a chance
            They cried over sea monkeys
            And hung in a phantom stance
            Cold War five-year-olds
            Never learned how to dance



            Modern day five-year-olds
            Are completely irrelevant
            And when they came out of the twat
            They had a modem in their hands
            The little shits!
            And they only like BARNEY
            Because they never heard of Reagan
            Rush Limbaugh puts them to sleep
            And John Lennon sings to them
            And as likely as not
            They'll turn out worthless
            Modern day five-year-olds are completely irrelevant
            FRY 'EM IN BUTTER!!!



            9/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



            THIS TIME



            Won't be no announcement on the local station
            This time
            Warning you of impending damnation
            This time



            The undertaker won't stop pacing
            Highway speedfreaks won't stop racing
            Fucked up kid won't stop defacing
            This time



            The bastard won't even stop his dreaming
            This time
            The horny bitch won't stop her screaming
            This time



            Proffered jewelry won't stop gleaming
            No wet nurse can stop the bleeding
            Of everyone with the Mark of the Demon
            This time



            That old farmer won't stop plowing
            This time
            Rabid dog won't stop growling
            This time



            TV preachers won't stop yowlin'
            Burglars they won't stop their prowlin'
            The Child is waiting on the Mountain
            This time



            They won't even hear the cannon
            This time
            The ground's been tilled
            The seed's been planted
            This time



            The CIA never heard of its planning
            Schizophrenics won't stop rantin'
            We won't be leavin' empty-handed
            This time



            Now those of you who fear the future
            This time
            Rest assured, we'll be comin' for you, sure
            This time



            Those of you who shrink at violence
            Find your peace of mind in silence
            You will sleep beneath the lilacs
            This time



            Nobody is gonna stop it
            Tnis time
            Politicians will swear to drop it
            This time



            The President will say: "Go to the temple."
            He always made it seem so simple
            The preacher will say: "Every man for himself!"
            This time



            The sun has set for soul smotherers
            This time
            Son destroyers and mother motherers
            This time



            Scripture bayers and poetry readers
            Moral philosophers and idle breeders
            You won't be protected by new leaders
            This time



            9/22/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



            http://whitenationalist.org/forum/sh...=7632#post7632
            Last edited by PastorLindstedt; 01-20-2013, 10:43 PM.
            IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



            "Lay down your silver and your gold
            I am a man who won't be sold
            And even when my heart grows cold
            I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

            Comment


            • #7
              UBERMAN UNMASKED



              Got to admit
              I must be insane
              Must've been born with a cloud in my brain
              Or something
              Had to be something


              A cricket croaked
              And I died inside
              Wasn't no place in this world for me to hide
              All fucked up inside
              Troubled and tried
              Took a little ride



              When you come into this world
              There's nothing you know
              They put a gun to your head
              And they tell you to grow
              It just seems so
              Might very well blow
              But you don't know



              CHORUS: I don't have the will to live
              But I do have the will to go on
              It's not good enough for me
              And it shouldn't be good enough for you
              But what can you do?



              The void only waits to be filled
              The dream only waits to be killed
              The hero and champion is you
              And now all things are made new
              So what do you do?



              History points the way
              Prophecy marks the day
              God knows your every crime
              We're nearing the end of time



              TIME!
              CRIME!
              MIND!



              No bonnets or bullet shells
              Luxury of a concrete Hell
              Or knowledge of myself
              My soul's on the shelf!



              Please don't expect me to tell you the truth
              Cause I'm a son of a bitch to myself!!!



              Please don't expect me to be honest with you
              Cause I'm a son of a bitch to myself!!!



              SPOKEN: The world *DOES NOT* need love!!!
              The world needs a substance
              The world needs a drug



              Individuality?
              How can it grow?
              How can it multiply?
              When all things die
              Underneath the sky?



              When Mother's claws reach out to scratch?
              And the preacher's are always profusely patched?
              When your friends fuck you around
              And stab you in the back?



              I'm sorry
              Maybe I should've been an animal
              They make us all look like FUCKING MORONS!!!



              Please
              Don't expect me to pour out my heart
              Cause I ain't got no heart to pour out
              Please excuse me if I cut yours out
              Please excuse me if I burn it!!!



              SPOKEN: And, you know, the funny thing is I've never been happier in my life!!!
              The human race *DOES NOT* need truth
              Truth would scare it into oblivion!!!



              The human race just needs drugs
              Chemicals in the brain!!!
              Awww, build up all that dependency!!!
              All those little lies!!!



              You're just like the animals!!!
              You're just like plants!!!
              Nothing's really complicated!!!
              Sell your soul!!!
              It's not valuable!!!



              Yeah!!!
              A little MEANER!!!
              A little GREENER!!!
              Sorry 'bout your WEINER!!!



              CHORUS #2: I don't have the will to live
              But I do have the will to go on
              It's not good enough for me
              And I don't expect it to satisfy you



              You're not worthy of my blood
              So I'll just give to you my piss!!!



              10/16/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



              GLADIATORS AND WHORES



              I was insignificant
              Strange singer
              Just like Manson



              Writing goofy songs
              And playing on the swingset
              Sittin' on a stump
              With a shit-eatin' grin on my face
              Got my ass kicked every day
              By those who knew the score



              CHORUS: Gladiators and whores
              At the feast of Uncle Sam
              On the corpse of Vietnam
              At the gates of Pakistan
              Line in the sand



              They had sinewy arms
              I had a longing in my heart
              They knew how to "gleek"
              And do underarm farts
              And they knew the score



              REPEAT CHORUS



              You always knew
              How to make 'em go weak in the knees
              Just like those yahoos in GONE WITH THE WIND
              You never figured the dream might end
              You never knew imagination was sin
              But you knew the score



              REPEAT CHORUS



              Buttslave
              For a long, long time
              Must've committed some heinous crime



              Lost
              I guess my dick will never be free
              A dictator's all I'll ever be
              But you knew the score



              REPEAT CHORUS



              Stag, stag
              Joining the Reichstag
              Stag, stag
              Learning a new bag
              Stag, stag
              Can you come out to play?
              Stag, stag
              Now that your Mom's away?
              What does Uncle Adolf say?
              He says: "Stick to your chores!"



              REPEAT CHORUS



              Young stags
              Are still in the stores today
              Being drug around on chains
              By wives with flaming eyes and fangs
              And me?
              I've changed a bit
              But my soul is the same
              I'LL PUT 'EM ALL TO THE SWORD!!!



              REPEAT CHORUS



              10/25/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



              THE ME I NEVER KNEW



              The me I never knew
              Has been floating
              Calling me
              In my brain
              And it's choking



              And all the lies that were before
              Are scattered on the floor
              The wind blows them out the door
              The seed and sample of the Whore



              The you I never dreamed
              In my sickest nightmare
              Has now appeared to me
              And it fills me with no fear



              The dream that kept me well
              Was found dead in its armchair
              And by its side there was a note
              Saying: "It's right, but it's not fair."



              And all the things I thought concrete
              Now have melted into the air
              And the Thing I thought was real
              Blocks my view
              With a cold stare



              I'm living off its corpse
              Some say it's sick
              But it sustains me
              I'm feeding on a dream
              So gently smiling
              But it's crazy



              I see my friends
              They're not the same
              They also see the things I'm seeing
              But they don't react the same
              I think they're not believing



              And now the time has come
              To get my grasp of being
              Have mercy on my soul
              I must trade this sick cocoon
              For some real ceiling



              I raise the Sword
              I play the part
              And now I hear the curtain falling
              And somewhere in your mind
              You must hear the Question calling



              But I've had enough of that
              Questioning has much perturbed me
              I'll now put on the Mask
              No God or Devil will disturb me



              And I will be the me I never knew



              11/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



              SHIT IN THE NECTAR



              TOBIAS: You never love me with your feminine side
              You never love me when your brain's on a kike slide
              You never love me when you're thinkin' 'bout shoes
              And I know you don't love me when you're hearing the blues
              And when you cuddle up with your magazines
              All cozy and nice
              I'd bet my life you're imagining
              My head on a spike



              CHORUS: And there's shit in the nectar
              Yeah, there's shit in the nectar
              I had a little talk with the building inspector
              He said: "Don't look now, but there's shit in the nectar!"



              TOBIAS: Mary The Martyr is only Molly The Murderess's other side
              And, yes, Virginia, that's blood on the face of the new bride
              You talk about the pious expression on the face
              Of a mother with a new child
              But come by Sunday morning
              And I guarantee you you'll see one
              That'll freeze your gonads up for awhile



              And Paul Simon came out from under the makeup
              And told me there was shit in the nectar
              And Bob Dylan got his nappy head up out of the twat
              And he told me there was shit in the nectar
              And Lou Reed pulled himself up off the floor
              And he told me there was shit in the nectar
              So I guess we've pretty much established
              That there's shit in the nectar



              CHORUS #2: There's shit in the nectar
              Yeah, there's shit in the nectar
              Yeah, I had a few words with the paudeen that feck'd her
              He said: "Don't tell your Mama, but there's shit in the nectar!!!"



              TOBIAS: Ain't it funny how all the young witches
              Seem to go for the "sensitive" guys?
              But when they're gettin' fucked
              They leave thoughts of marriage far behind
              And then they laugh at them for givin' up their vows
              As self-determined religious freaks
              They say: "Boy, you wasn't so strong!"
              "You just had to take a peek!"



              And I just had this wild idea in my head
              That there was shit in the nectar



              Stonewall Jackson talked to me from beyond the grave and said:
              "Man, I was pussy-whipped!!!"
              "Bitch had me pourin' salt in my bread!!!"
              "Old witch really done a number on my head!!!"
              "Toby, there's shit in the nectar!!!"



              So now nobody with a penis
              Should have any doubt
              That there's shit in the nectar



              CHORUS #3: There's shit in the nectar
              Yeah, there's shit in the nectar
              Yeah, I had a little talk with the fallen rector
              He said: "Forgive me, son, but there's shit in the nectar!!!"



              TOBIAS: Now have you got a drug
              To make me feel not so much like Hitler
              But to make me feel fulfilled and masculine inside?
              Have you got a drug
              That's not gonna put my soul out on the auction block
              And give me no place in the world
              That I can hide?



              Have you got a drug
              That'll feel like a curtain strap
              Or silken whip
              That was used so long ago?
              Cause if you don't, my friend,
              I think it's just about the end
              I think I'm just gonna fade into the Soul



              Jim Morrison, he called me across the Great Divide
              And he said: "My friend, I always loved a good ride."
              "But don't be deceived by this shit you see."
              "Don't ever believe all the shit they say about me."
              "And let me tell you---there's shit in the nectar."



              Yeah, there's shit in the nectar
              So now every Boomenschwein worth his salt has to know
              That there's shit in the nectar



              Now you might find something to be proud of
              Hidden in some book
              But I'm sure there are people
              Who would kick your ass
              Just for taking a look



              They nicely covered up their past
              They made the Statue of Liberty a she
              And the real truth
              Is what they just do not want you to see



              There was a time when men killed Indians and bears
              And cut down trees
              And if his woman gave him any slack
              He would kick her little ass
              With the greatest of ease



              There was a time when man reigned triumphant
              Over all of these
              Rural it was, my friend,
              But only the dogs had fleas



              But it all died one day
              When some kike from the pits of Hell said:
              "I wanna be the Big Cheese!!!"
              So now if you want any escape
              Get ready for the rape
              Get down on your knees
              And say "please"



              And there's shit in the nectar
              Yeah, there's shit in the nectar
              Something tells me there's shit in the nectar



              I had a little talk with Stephen Douglas
              And he said: "Back when she was a he
              I tried to protect her."
              "But now the whip is clearly seen."
              "Boy, there's shit in the nectar!!!"



              CHORUS #4: There's shit in the nectar
              Yeah, there's shit in the nectar
              Back when she was a he
              I tried to protect her
              But the truth is clearly seen
              There's shit in the nectar



              TOBIAS: And when he came back to the forest
              He only had one question
              He said: "Who are you?"
              "And what did you do with my God?"



              12/6/'94. 1994 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



              DEAD HIPPIES ON PARADE



              I can't wait to see 'em
              As they drag them down the street
              As their wrinkled, oat bran-eating fans
              Fall down at their feet
              They raise their moth-eaten arms up to the sky
              As the Mass is being read
              And it's dead hippies on parade!!!



              First comes old Neil Young
              With an expression of pain on his face
              Sittin' on a pot
              He died from swallowing a razor blade
              Hidden in some bitch's twat
              Now he's playin' "Sugar Mountain"
              As his minions bow and scrape
              And try to grab onto the hem
              Of the Future Fuehrer's cape
              And it's dead hippies on parade !!!



              Hey, look! Here comes John Lennon
              Wearing a dashiki and chained to a bed
              With a ring through his maggot-infested penis
              And a roman numeral stamped on his head
              And now all the grandmothers are soiling themselves
              Because the Beatles were so sweet
              He's singing: "All you need is love, "
              So throw down your crowns at the Dictator's feet!"
              And it's dead hippies on parade!!!



              Here comes that old perv Lou Reed
              As the choir starts singing the Mass
              Spewing sexual slavery
              And farting gun control out his ass
              And as the stormtroopers silence some pissed off punkers
              He's welcomed by his fellow Jews
              He's singing: "Sweet Jane was really a dear Catholic boy"
              "And Mistress Caroline was abused."
              And it's dead hippies on parade!!!



              Global Unitarian Choir: ooo ooo OOO ooo
              ooo ooo ooo OOO
              Heil Juan Carlos!
              Uber alles!
              Heil Juan Carlos!
              Uber alles!
              Heil Juan Carlos!
              Uber alles!



              As they're followed up by international bankers
              The crowd fails to see the guise
              And at the very back are ol' Dean Rusk
              And Bill Clinton in disguise
              They all discharge in a mutual orgasm
              As the Mass is being read
              And everyone there on this day
              Has the Mark stamped on his head
              Thanks to dead hippies on parade!!!



              6/19/'95. 1995 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



              http://whitenationalist.org/forum/sh...=7636#post7636
              IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



              "Lay down your silver and your gold
              I am a man who won't be sold
              And even when my heart grows cold
              I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

              Comment


              • #8

                FUCK MOREY AND CHURCHILL



                Walt Disney was a Nazi
                And your Daddy wears nipple clamps
                People like Jerry Falwell
                Turned other people into living room lamps
                But I can stand on Kingston Avenue
                And have another hit
                Fuck Morey and Churchill
                This is the shit!



                CHORUS: Fuck Morey and Churchill
                Fuck Morey and Churchill
                Fuck Morey and Churchill
                This is the shit!



                Now chicks can take you anywhere
                Your little mind's willing to go
                But better not ask no questions
                Just sit back and enjoy the show
                Sure beats standing on Kingston Avenue
                Shivering and wet
                Fuck Morey and Churchill
                This is the shit!



                REPEAT CHORUS



                How do I define success?
                This is what I'll say
                A suicide blonde with boots and a whip
                To feed me birthday cake everyday
                Instead of standing on Kingston Avenue
                Like some stupid little shit
                Fuck Morey and Churchill
                This is the shit!



                REPEAT CHORUS



                When you feel like you'll never make it
                And you've got no money to spend
                You get in the car with your white trash friends
                And you go for a little spin
                And you cruise down Kingston Avenue
                Screaming: "Suck my fucking dick!!!"
                Fuck Morey and Churchill
                This is the shit!



                I'm gonna drive off Windrock Mountain
                Late night some Halloween
                Then they can drive me down Kingston Avenue
                Right about 3:15
                And all the nigger-lovin' mama's boys
                Will just be throwin' a fit
                Fuck Morey and Churchill
                This is the shit!



                REPEAT CHORUS



                7/9/'95. 1995 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                LOATHSOME #1



                Intro: The Jews are through in '72
                Parlez vous-vous!!!
                The Jews are through in '72
                Parlez vous-vous!!!
                So fire the cannon and ring the bell
                We'll send 'em all to kosher Hell!!!
                One, two, three, four
                KILL THE FUCKING JEWS!!!



                Don't even try to love my ass
                'Cause there ain't no fuckin' time
                Tryin' to find something delicate in the middle of this nightmare
                Would really be a fuckin' crime
                And any spirit that was strong in ante-bellum times
                When the Truth was still within reach
                Would only be wasted on a jaded, frustrated, flea-bitten shit like me



                CHORUS: You may as well hate me
                May as well hate me
                'Cause it's quicker
                You may as well hate me
                May as well hate me
                'Cause it's quicker
                And there ain't no time for anything else
                No, there ain't no time for anything else



                A pioneer man with his dick in his hand
                Never had very far to go
                He could go to some stupid bitch for comfort
                Or to the whorehouse for a blow
                But everything is different now
                A man can't have no faith in his wife
                While she's telling him everything's alright
                She may be sharpenin' knives!!!



                REPEAT CHORUS



                We're in the middle of a war
                And this ain't no time
                To be sleepin' in the enemy's lap
                That shit might've worked fine
                For cavemen with no minds
                But we ain't gonna fall for that crap
                In these days, when you're not sure anything's real
                Some insanity can't be helped
                So believe whatever shit you need to believe
                But just keep your dick to yourself!!!!



                REPEAT CHORUS



                Tag: There's still hope for you
                Say the bells of '72
                But not if Lou Reed's still alive
                Say the bells of '85
                Go on and try me
                Say the bells of 1990
                So I'll see you all in Hell
                By the year 2012
                Yeah, I'll see you all in Hell
                By the year 2012



                8/26/'95. 1995 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                MR. DAVIS



                On the seventh day
                Of the seventh month
                In the year 1783
                They were standing 'round watching the bearbait charade
                And cursing the taxes on tea
                When a man wearing buckskins stood up in the crowd
                And raised his beer keg in the air
                He said: "One day, my friends, we'll all be free men."
                "And we'll all be gettin' our share."



                But we knew if we found you
                We'd lose you again
                In the mountains, so snaky, somehow
                'Cause the whiskey gets spent
                And the Bible gets bent
                And the lubber-lip furrows the brow



                CHORUS #1: And, hey, Mr. Davis, please come back again
                Though your children are thrown to the wind
                And the man with his crook
                Rips your name from the book
                And the picture is starting to bend



                On the second day
                Of the second month
                Of the year of 1839
                Mr. Davis has slaves
                And his new friends all rave
                That he's turned out a fine gentleman



                His beer keg is locked in the cellar below
                And his Bible grows moss on the shelf
                Mr. Davis drinks wine
                And most of the time
                He just sits around hating himself



                And we knew if he caught you he'd eat you alive
                In his grasp you shiver and scream
                But it'll take more than slaves singing "Far And Away"
                For you to wake up from this dream



                CHORUS #2: And, hey, Mr. Davis, please button your britches
                'Cause your "class pride" is drowning us all
                And the Unseen Hand is scribbling again
                But you can't read the words on the wall



                On the eleventh day
                Of the eleventh month
                In the year of 1893
                Mr. Davis has land
                And cash on command
                He's the head of a big company
                When the poor people starved
                In the War's aftermath
                And were crushed 'neath the tyrant's bootheel
                Mr. Davis's friends
                Saved him in the end
                And made sure none of his house was killed



                And you think he can't reach you
                You're safe in the arms
                Of the one who protects evil men
                Oh, you built your walls thick
                With industrial brick
                But they won't stop the Levelling Wind



                CHORUS #3: And, hey, Mr. Davis, better padlock your door
                'Cause the stormclouds are gatherin' outside
                And there's smoke in the breeze
                As it blows through the trees
                And the First Horseman's ready to ride



                On the seventh day
                Of the seventh month
                In the year of 1993
                Just one month before
                You took a job at the store
                And it was six months before you met me
                And it seemed you were real
                And you'd shunned Satan's seal
                But, then, for no reason at all,
                You stabbed us in the back
                And it seems, for a fact,
                That the Devil's got you by the balls



                But we knew if we lost you
                We'd find you again
                'Cause the seal has been lifted, you see
                And, as the dogstar dies
                In the eastern skies, there's a new star
                For you and for me



                CHORUS #4: And, hey, Mr. Davis, please come back again
                Because a new wind is starting to blow
                And the Mystery's been solved
                And the Lie has dissolved
                And the bloodtrail is covered with snow



                Yeah, Mr. Davis, please come in for dinner
                Before the whirlwind has you in its throes
                'Cause the funnel-cake's fried
                And your friends are inside
                And the book is beginning to close



                On the seventh day
                Of the seventh month
                In the year 1783
                They were standin' 'round watching the bearbait charade
                And cursing the taxes on tea



                8/01/'97. 1997 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                MEMORIES OF SEX



                Not too long ago
                You thought you was real
                Your raging hormones
                Taught you how to feel



                You had all the damn money
                Yeah, you had the looks
                And you'd keep on givin'
                As long as they took



                And you polished the whitewall
                Until it shined
                But now the cable's corroded
                And all you ever do is whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine



                In your filial nubescent spring
                You never waited long
                For the telephone to ring



                You never thought your perfect-petalled program would end
                But you had to wither
                Yeah, you had to sin



                Because your Mama was stupid
                And your Daddy was rich
                But now all you ever do is bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch



                CHORUS: It ain't nothin' but your memories of sex
                That binds your enterprise
                And throws the world in your hex
                That burns the curse on the head of Generation X
                It's just your pride of life, baby, and all your cute little memories of
                Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex



                Satan's socialist servants
                Put the Boomers to sleep
                But their proud Pike-ish papas
                Never made a peep



                Their air-headed mothers
                Pissed their panties with glee
                At the shit little Suzie Q learned on TV



                "Isn't that interesting?"
                "Isn't that neat?"
                "Isn't that cute?"
                "Yeah, isn't that sweet?"



                "Isn't that something?"
                "Our girl's got a mind!"
                "She can see both sides
                Of our shit-brown line."



                "No, it's not corruption."
                "Just inquisitiveness."
                "Just Pandora's crowbar,
                Not Lucifer's kiss."



                "Besides, anyway, you know,
                It's only a phase."
                Now your grandchildren's gonads
                Are caught in their maze



                REPEAT CHORUS



                As a horny little nymph in the prime of life
                She grabbed Frank Sinatra by the tail
                And kissed his greasy little guido ass
                Just to see if she could take the smell



                But that was many years ago
                And now she thinks that she's so pure
                She goes to church and bows her head
                She's nothing but a perfumed whore



                Babylon was born in the jungle heat
                While your demi-God daddies
                Were beating their meat
                The seed, once planted,
                Took root real fast
                They were fucking slant-eyed sluts
                Up the shit-brown ass



                And the ones that fought the Germans
                On the Western Front
                Saw the inside
                Of every French-fried cunt



                But when they came home
                They were so upright
                They did the same thing to your mothers
                On their wedding night



                It became very clear
                It was a whole new day
                The Roman Era
                Was here to stay



                They made sex their religion
                And the jukebox their choir
                They put their Bibles on the shelf
                And threw their irons in the fire



                Well, I guess they earned a well-deserved rest
                Just as long as it's known that they're the best, best, best, best



                REPEAT CHORUS



                Baby-Boomer Yuppie fascists
                Like to fuck in the dark
                They say they love Jesus
                But they love Petula Clark



                They got the white picket fence
                And two dogs and a cat
                But they still dig the Beatles
                So what's up with that?



                They got four little kids
                They tote around in a car
                But they play the Supremes
                In their Aerostar



                You say it's just something Ted Turner protects
                But it's your pride of life, baby,
                And all your cute little memories of sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex



                REPEAT CHORUS



                BRIDGE: Aesthetic election
                Producing elation
                Just a soundtrack for your fornication
                Whether it was cool
                Whether it sucked
                All depends on what was goin' on
                When you fucked
                Was it leather and chains?
                Steppenwolf is the shit!
                Was it candles and wine?
                Giovanni might fit
                Yuppies need music
                To fill up their holes
                Selection don't matter
                Cause they got no souls
                I know the preachers say it's evil
                Some kind of a hex
                It's just your pride of life, babe,
                And all your cute little memories of sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex



                REPEAT CHORUS



                You're bound to have your wedding
                I wish you lots of luck
                Moroni or Dionysus?
                I just don't give a fuck



                You seduced me with your flatteries
                You plied me with your wine
                I can't wait to see you drown
                You secret handshake-selling swine



                Always return to the same old cauldron
                No matter what the spell
                Well-polished lies to fool myself
                That I won't go to Hell



                The best of everything we've got
                Is the worst He's ever seen
                All the hopes we've buffed and shined
                Would only make His wrist turn green



                All the dreams you've laid before the Whore
                That your wounds have dyed blood-red
                Have beoome a regal carpet
                For the Antichrist to tread



                They all understand
                They all feel the fear
                Whether they live up there
                Or live down here



                Soon we'll all be serfs
                On a global plot
                But bucks and wenches
                Don't fuck a lot



                Which leaves the mad, nomadic bands
                Which still elude the Harlot's hands
                Who make a nightly enterprise
                Of putting out the demon's eyes
                Since Robin Hood once wed a maid
                Militia mongrels might get laid



                Maybe I'm just a minstrel
                On a plantation plot
                Painting murals
                On a discarded chamberpot



                Maybe I'm just a part of the sideline charade
                But the day after the Rapture
                I might just get laid



                Cause when order's overthrown
                And chaos abounds
                It might be cool to be fucking
                When the temple comes down



                REPEAT CHORUS



                3/28/'98. 1998 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.


                SLIGO REAL



                Like a fly caught in the amber
                Petrified and frozen in time
                You sleep great leviathan's sleep
                Through the centuries' crimes
                When they see you
                Their eyes fill with guilt
                And their faces turn away
                They don't even talk about you now
                They'd like to all pretend you went away
                I know they'd like to see me dead
                For trying to talk to you
                But, with the last breaths in my body,
                I'm gonna scream the TRUTH!!!



                CHORUS: (That) (And) (But) Willie Clancy played the Sligo Reel for you
                Running like quicksilver through the fabric of your days
                And Mr. Yeats, he wrote "The Stolen Child" for you
                To comfort all your souls
                And guide your children through their maze
                And John F. Kennedy, he never died for you
                He just threw his blood, and sap, and semen in the well
                And Roosevelt and Lincoln never cried for you
                They just cursed your flesh
                And damned your soul to Hell
                But I know that on the Last Day
                You'll be wide awake
                And what your masters wouldn't give
                You will gladly take



                I've heard them say they envy you so much
                At least a half a dozen times
                Living close to God and nature
                Man, it must be, yeah, it really must be fine
                Wealthy dabblers are so puzzled by your past
                And wondering what your future holds
                But it's you who live in misery
                It's you who shake and shiver in the cold
                You tried your best to make it
                To create a better day
                And every time you reached for it
                It always slipped away



                REPEAT CHORUS



                White corpses strewn across their battlefields
                From Concord Bridge to Vietnam
                When danger threatened
                Appalachian blood was always cheaper than the bomb
                When Wall Street gave their marching orders
                You were always first to pay the price
                While wealthy politicians' children cursed your name
                And mocked your sacrifice
                You fought in foreign quagmires
                Died forgotten and alone
                Those who used your blood for fertilizer
                Carved your name in stone



                REPEAT CHORUS



                They clothed you with their hand-me-downs
                They pissed on you
                And then they wished you well
                They fed you full of shit
                And then they laughed
                While you were writhing in their Hell
                When they consumed the filth that you produced
                They said you had no shame
                They got rich selling you suicide
                And then they said you were the ones to blame
                They tried their best to keep you down
                And it worked for many years
                But now you're gonna claim the crown
                You won with all your tears



                REPEAT CHORUS



                There's demons runnin' through the rozzum
                There's Studebakers chewin' on the leaves
                And there's a banjo ringing through the holler
                For all the banished children of Eve
                There's hopeless machinnations
                Where the street lights glow
                And there's death on the highway
                Where the night wind blows
                There's universes buzzin' through the head
                Of every drunkard out tonight
                There's dark mysteries being borne in the trees
                Where the rays of the moon never reach
                And there's blood on the brambles
                As the sun climbs the church-steeple spire
                They say you ain't nothin'
                They say you're just scum
                But there won't be much of them
                Left when it's done



                REPEAT CHORUS



                6/20/'98. 1998 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                http://whitenationalist.org/forum/sh...=7637#post7637
                IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



                "Lay down your silver and your gold
                I am a man who won't be sold
                And even when my heart grows cold
                I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

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                • #9


                  BMS
                  (Billy Milford's Soliloquoy)




                  Must I repeat the endless litany
                  Of all the things you did to me?
                  Your cheap attempts and half-assed tries
                  Have proved to me that Heaven lies



                  Your soul of shit passed down to me
                  Your paranoid uncertainty
                  The sins of fathers cursed your brown
                  The farrow fattened on the sow
                  You shiver in your cul-de-sac
                  And try hard to deny the fact
                  That you're the shit that slipped through cracks
                  When all the righteous turned their backs



                  CHORUS: I've dodged your bullets all before
                  My blood still burns
                  I'll dodge some more
                  My blow is swift
                  My aim is true
                  I live my life
                  In spite of you



                  Grim Brother Herbert's pampered Jew
                  I curse the wormhole you crawled through
                  You hide yourself in other's sin
                  And paint your face like Urizen
                  Your whitewashed windows hold no clue
                  Of blood-red glass you're looking through
                  Your pentagrams all point at you
                  Your swastikas are crumbling, too
                  Your idol stares you in the face
                  And curses your pathetic race
                  Your guard dog's chewed its rope into
                  Its hungry jaws clamp down on you



                  REPEAT CHORUS



                  Shit-slurping sadists selling souls
                  With dildos stuffed in every hole
                  And Satan's seal upon their brow
                  Creator of each sacred cow
                  That sucks the souls of men inside
                  The bowels of Babel sanctified
                  Your pride of life has turned on you
                  Your minions now want mansions, too
                  The seeds you planted in their minds
                  Will leave you bloody, bruised, and blind
                  Your sins unlocked the door to Hell
                  The hour nears, your power fails



                  REPEAT CHORUS



                  BRIDGE: It's never been my destiny
                  To miss the opportunity
                  To piss on every sparrow as it falls
                  I'll suffer slings and arrows yet
                  Until I get my chance to vet
                  And read the bloody writing on the wall
                  I didn't choose my time of birth
                  But I'll hang on for all it's worth
                  I'll count each day and hour 'til you die
                  I'll muzzle every hell-spawned hound
                  And live to see the Devil bound
                  Before he falls
                  I'll piss right in his eye



                  REPEAT CHORUS



                  8/16/'98. 1998 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                  MRS. McCARTHY



                  INTRO: Childhood dreams
                  Rip through the seams
                  Of a world that's lost its soul
                  As power-hungry zombie-minions
                  Scramble for control
                  Like a half-mad kid in diapers still
                  Shit-painting on the wall
                  There's one more question I must ask
                  Before we lose it all



                  How could you bear the vicious glares
                  Of power-blinded knaves?
                  The Satan-serving scum
                  Who drove your husband to his grave
                  They ripped your soul to pieces
                  As they seized upon their prey
                  And loosed the blood-dimmed tide
                  That drowned your children in the fray



                  The chasm that they chiselled out
                  Of our collective soul
                  Had left us weak and paralyzed
                  Had left us stiff and cold
                  The patchwork poke burst at the seams
                  The center could not hold
                  And now your children live as slaves
                  Where lies are bought and sold



                  As Satan lurched from Babylon
                  To Washington, D.C.
                  To aid the birth of Hell on Earth
                  And the death of you and me
                  He never did suspect a man
                  Might try to turn the tide
                  And restore to all Americans
                  Their dignity and pride



                  But his brothers stabbed him in the back
                  Like Joseph long ago
                  They made him out a laughingstock
                  And then they laid him low
                  As the guilty watched in horror
                  And the righteous knelt and prayed
                  The sow devoured her farrow
                  As the donkey stood and brayed



                  CHORUS: And I'd give everything I own
                  To bring him back again
                  To shine his piercing ray of light
                  Through this veil of sin
                  To be a free man once again
                  And hope for better days
                  But I don't think even Moses now
                  Could guide us through this maze
                  And I know you've seen the things they've done
                  You see the things they do
                  Though they think they're seeing everything
                  They never did see you
                  Mrs. McCarthy



                  How did it feel to be alive
                  And know just who you were?
                  A national identity
                  A heritage from birth
                  A soul not yet divided
                  Though the storms of life blew hard
                  Never fearing angry mobs
                  Or killers in the yard



                  You knew a different spirit then
                  A spirit proud and free
                  That blew across this country
                  Back in 1953
                  A spirit of redemption, of deliverance and grace
                  When people turned from vain pursuits
                  And sought Jehovah's face
                  You were a nation then, and strong
                  A great united soul
                  But Satan's sickle slashed to bits
                  What God had once made whole



                  Our soul has long divided been
                  With Satan over all
                  Many prophets warned us
                  But we did not heed the call
                  We chose to worship Mammon
                  As we watched our children fall
                  Left to their own devices
                  And the ZOG-box on the wall
                  We blamed it all on Vietnam
                  Sex, drugs, and rock & roll
                  We never could admit the fact
                  We'd sold away our soul



                  REPEAT CHORUS



                  It's nothing like it was back then
                  When people sought the Lord
                  A nation trampled underfoot
                  Now fears the mongrel horde
                  And innocence is murdered
                  In a thousand different ways
                  As our children sit and bathe themselves
                  In ultra-violent rays
                  Satan has conquered
                  The best of them all
                  He's sucked out their souls
                  And he's ripped off their balls



                  I've known some girls with gentle eyes
                  In bygone childhood days
                  And I've often sat and wondered
                  If they made it through this maze
                  I've seen the sordid psychopaths
                  Who kill their dignity
                  And leave them cold and frightened
                  With no sense of certainty
                  Some turn their hearts to Babylon
                  To find a place to hide
                  And some just turn against themselves
                  And shrivel up inside
                  Their soul's become a desert now
                  A dry and barren place
                  They turn to drugs and alcohol
                  To cover their disgrace



                  The mind-perverting animus
                  That sold us three mad wars
                  Has filled your sons with lust
                  And turned your daughters into whores
                  Though city-dwelling harlots
                  Often prospered in their trade
                  Now even the righteous girls
                  Their virtue have betrayed
                  In days of old, a man would take
                  His pleasures with a whore
                  But when he chose to marry
                  He would take a girl that's pure
                  But even the most wicked man
                  Possessed of any mind
                  Must shudder at the thought
                  That now there is no other kind



                  And you know it don't mean anything
                  To be a man today
                  The promise of the Post-War Dream
                  Was quickly burned away
                  And we're not only polarized
                  And plagued by racial strife
                  It's just about impossible
                  To find a decent wife
                  The bastards drove a wedge
                  Between the woman and the man
                  To make both people miserable
                  And neutralize the land
                  It's easier to conquer
                  Discombobulated men
                  If there's nothing left to live for
                  Then there's nothing to defend
                  And the hordes are taking over
                  As our factories all close down
                  For the men with wives and children
                  There's just no jobs to be found



                  When the charred remains of Waco
                  Blew the ashes to the wind
                  Of all we'd ever hoped to be
                  And all we'd ever been
                  The line was drawn upon the plain
                  The Sword Of God was raised
                  The righteous damned the murderers
                  The wicked gave them praise
                  The Devil's deadly poison
                  Slowly seeped into the well
                  And all of those who drink it now
                  Have damned themselves to Hell



                  Our world is cold and empty now
                  Devoid of Heaven's light
                  And groping in our blindness
                  We stumble through the night
                  There are no hopes to wish for now
                  No dreams to be fulfilled
                  No God to bless our enterprise
                  No Promised Land to build
                  My words will never be enough
                  To turn it all around
                  But I'd like to see you
                  Just one time
                  Before it all goes down



                  REPEAT CHORUS



                  9/21/'98. 1998 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                  KNOXVILLE CAN KISS MY ASS



                  A long time ago
                  There was a city
                  Built by the hands of Masons
                  Situated on the Clinch River



                  It was a prosperous city
                  It was a traitorous city
                  General Nathan Bedford Forrest
                  Said it was the MOST traitorous city
                  I said: "General Nathan Bedford Forrest
                  Said it was the most traitorous city
                  In the state of Tennessee!!!"



                  The people didn't care
                  About their future
                  They didn't care
                  About the fate of their children
                  They didn't care
                  About preserving their freedom
                  They only cared about their money
                  They sold their children
                  To the occupation



                  So the Lord sent General Longstreet
                  With a rod of iron
                  And a sword of fire
                  To judge the people
                  To bring destruction
                  To the people
                  To put in the sickle
                  For the harvest was ripe
                  To bring down judgement
                  For the winepresses were full
                  The vats overflowed
                  For their wickedness was great
                  And just like in the days of Belshazzar
                  They had been weighed in the balance
                  And found wanting



                  General McLaws
                  Said to General Longstreet:
                  "If you're gonna storm the gates of Hell,
                  Better take a ladder."
                  "Or your bones will rot
                  In the pit of their furnace."
                  "Don't make the same mistake
                  As ol' Cyrus
                  When he stormed the gates of Babylon
                  And the men who stood at their watchposts
                  Poured boiling oil down on their heads."
                  "If you're gonna shake the throne of the Devil,
                  If you're gonna challenge the armies of Hell,
                  Then blow the trumpet
                  Just like Joshua
                  And break your lamp
                  Just like Gideon."
                  "But don't you go without a ladder
                  Or you'll fall down into the bowels of Hell."



                  But General Longstreet said: "It don't matter
                  Whether we win or lose this battle."
                  "The enemy has got us all surrounded
                  And it won't be long 'til we'll all be routed."
                  "We'll keep on fighting
                  'Til we have to surrender
                  So we can survive
                  And have a future."
                  "But maybe still there's one last hope."
                  "If we keep on fighting, maybe they'll go home."
                  "If we wear them down, maybe they'll leave us alone."



                  "I'm so tired."
                  "So far from home."
                  "They've got me cornered."
                  "I'm here all alone."
                  "And I feel like ol' Christian
                  Stuck in Vanity Fair."
                  "My men are all starving
                  But nobody cares."
                  "There ain't a righteous man to be found."
                  "And the women are all whores in this turncoat town."
                  "If I had the power and a thousand more men
                  I'd burn it to the ground and never look back again."
                  "But I ain't got no ladders
                  And there's no time to wait."
                  "I'm gonna charge these bastards before it gets too late."



                  So they charged at dawn
                  They scaled the wall
                  They mounted the precipice
                  And they started to fall
                  They fell into the pit
                  And they lay there dying
                  While Satan just laughed
                  And his minions kept firing



                  Longstreet cried out to God
                  In the house of the widow
                  Just like Jesus did
                  In the Garden of Gethsemane
                  He cried: "God, let this cup pass from me!"
                  "I don't want to fight no more."
                  "I want to go home."
                  "I've been a disgrace."
                  "I've been a failure."
                  "I brought shame on the Army."
                  "I brought shame on my comrades."
                  "I just can't win in this Devil's country."
                  "I know there's witches throwin' spells on me."
                  "I know there's wizards tryin' to destroy me."
                  "I know they've always been against me."
                  "The Devil's using them to try to kill me."
                  "And, as they serve their master blindly, they keep denyin' that they hate me."
                  "But they've always hated people like me."
                  "People who fight for God and country."
                  "Who try to take a stand for liberty."
                  "For righteous culture and morality."
                  Righteousness and human dignity."
                  "Self-preservation and stability."
                  "Because they dream of some utopia
                  With no basis in reality
                  That some demon whispered in their ear
                  Called it 'the Progress of Humanity'."
                  "And they claim that they take no side
                  In all the conflicts of humanity."
                  "But, in truth, they always take the side of the promise of 'equality'."
                  "Social levelling of society for supposed opportunity." "There's no hope of social harmony."
                  "There's no levelling of society."
                  "And those who think they'll profit from 'equality'
                  Are just pawns in the Devil's game, kneeling blindly at the Devil's feet."



                  "Lord, get me out of these witchy-ass mountains!"
                  "Get me back to my wife and children."
                  "Away from these men who act like devils."
                  "Away from these women who act like demons."
                  "Sordid Appalachian dreamrealm."
                  "Take me back to my dear homeland."



                  But he fought on until Appomattox
                  And when Lee went down to the courthouse
                  He said: "General, if they don't give you good enough terms,
                  We'll go back and fight 'em some more."
                  He died in Gainesville, Georgia
                  In January, 1904
                  His last words to his wife were: "I think we're gonna like this next post."
                  And they buried him there in Gainesville



                  It was maybe 100 years later
                  In the year 1952
                  Everything was straight'nin' out, y'know
                  Everything was comin' together
                  Everything was mellowin' out, y'know



                  All the bitterness of the past
                  It seemed to have been evaporated
                  It seemed to have been wiped away
                  Off the face of this nation



                  It seemed that all our people
                  Were once again united
                  Standing in one thought
                  Standing in one mind
                  Stainding as one soul
                  Standing as one people



                  No longer full of bitterness and division
                  No longer full of rancorous hatred
                  No longer full of soul-perverting envy
                  No longer full of madness and strife



                  Once again a united people
                  Strong and aware
                  And defending our borders
                  And protecting our prosperity
                  And vigilant against the enemy
                  And working for self-preservation
                  And working for their posterity



                  Standing altogether
                  With their eyes on the prize
                  And not being distracted
                  By any of these little issues
                  That they would try to think up
                  To divide the soul of this nation



                  And so they were standing
                  Strong and aware
                  And alive
                  And knowing
                  That the future was real
                  And that the future was here
                  And they were not gonna turn us back anymore



                  There was a man named Hiram Williams
                  From Georgiana, Alabama
                  Who was born under the dogstar
                  Cursed in the Old Dispensation
                  Ripped apart by the sword of hatred
                  That divided this great nation



                  Filled with all kinds of bitterness
                  Filled with all kinds of hatred
                  With a soul that was split asunder
                  With a soul that bled every minute
                  With a soul that bled every hour



                  With a soul that bled for the children
                  Lost in this modern maelstrom
                  Lost in the Appalachian wilderness
                  Cursed by the sin of miscegenation
                  Cursed by the sins of fathers
                  Cursed by the Spirit of Desolation
                  Raised from the pits of Hell
                  In the wilderness of Arkansas
                  In the year of 1833
                  By a minion of the Devil



                  Cast and made into a mist
                  Ensnaring all of God's People
                  Lost in this Appalachian wilderness
                  As they stumble through the darkness
                  And they struggle on their painful journey
                  Where the hope seems evaporated
                  Always moving ever westward
                  Where the light seems to have faded
                  But the Star lights the way there
                  Just as it did in the days of old



                  But they know that when they get there
                  They'll shake off all this misery
                  They'll shake off these chains of torture
                  That they earned in past generations
                  That have been handed down
                  To curse all their footsteps
                  As they walk in the paths of misery
                  Always fearing what's behind them



                  God said to Hiram Williams
                  In the year 1952
                  "Go up there to Canton, West Virginia."
                  And he followed God's commandment
                  But he never made it up there
                  'Cause he died here in Knoxville
                  At the Andrew Johnson Motor Lodge



                  And the dogstar was up in the sky
                  Smiling down like a minion of Hell
                  With a knowing expression
                  That said: "You're never gonna make it."
                  "'Cause your people ain't gonna get there."
                  "'Cause your people they're stuck here."
                  "'Cause your people, they sweat and they toil
                  But they never get anywhere."
                  "And you're damned and you're going to Hell."



                  But the spirit of Hosea
                  That great prophet of Old Israel
                  Left his body that December
                  And ascended into Heaven



                  And the trail he left behind him
                  Of sorrow and of misery
                  Of destruction and of conquest
                  Or righteousness and vanity
                  Of the soul of his people
                  Full of hope and of tragedy
                  Shook the walls of Babylon
                  And struck terror into the heart of the city
                  And put out the demon's eye
                  And left the dogstar deaf and blind



                  Two years later
                  The minions of Hell and of Satan
                  Destroyed God's own Messenger
                  From Appleton, Wisconsin



                  Who stood up against the hordes of Hell
                  And damned them to oblivion
                  And challenged the Seat of Satan
                  And challenged his dominion



                  And swore that he'd get back
                  All the dreams that we'd mortgaged
                  And preserve for our children
                  A legacy of freedom



                  They stabbed him in the back
                  And they left him cold and crucified
                  On the floor of the U.S. Congress
                  Laying there for all to see



                  And when he died
                  Three years later
                  Leaving behind a wife and a daughter
                  They never shed a tear
                  For the sin that they'd committed



                  And they lived on
                  Many more years
                  Some of them until their old age
                  But now every one of them
                  Is burning in Hell for their sins



                  And every one of them is wishing
                  That they hadn't messed with God's Man
                  That they hadn't challenged His Dominion
                  That they hadn't challenged His Plan



                  But, as it was written, in the words of the prophets
                  This is a time of great division
                  This is a time of separation
                  That will reveal God's Own Children
                  He said he was gonna separate the sheep from the goats
                  Separate those who can endure
                  From those who are too chickenshit
                  To fight for the Holy Nation
                  To fight for their preservation
                  To fight for the blood of the martyrs
                  That was spilled on the face of this nation
                  To fight for their own children
                  The not-yet-begotten generation
                  To breathe free air as free men
                  And to live as sons and daughters of Israel



                  They're too consumed with the things of this world
                  They're too consumed with their money
                  They're too consumed with the lies they've been fed
                  They're too consumed with their laziness
                  They're too consumed with their cowardice
                  The time is gonna find them dead
                  Their blood will flood the streets of their city
                  And they will not stand the judgement
                  Because they would not take up the Standard
                  And fight for the sacred birthright
                  Of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
                  To fight for the land they were promised
                  To fight for the lives they were born to live



                  So, I leave you with these last few words,
                  You dirty, filthy sons and daughters of Japeth
                  And the remnants of some of our tribes
                  Made up of God's rebellious children
                  Who were too satisfied with the things of this world
                  To lift a finger to help their brethren
                  When they were dyin' and beggin' for mercy
                  They just sat there laughin'
                  They just sat there feelin' superior
                  One of these days, they won't be sittin' anymore
                  Some day, they'll be layin' dead in the streets
                  Some day, they'll be lyin' there bleedin'
                  Screamin' and cryin'
                  And just like Reuben and Simeon
                  Who sold their brother to the dogs
                  We will not hear their cries
                  And we will not come to help them



                  And on behalf of all the martyrs, many nameless, she has slaughtered
                  That have trod the streets of this city
                  Seeking only to do His work
                  Seeking only to win converts
                  For the sake of the Holy Cause
                  For the sake of posterity
                  For the sake of the Covenant
                  That they've starved to death and condemned
                  That they've left poor and destitute
                  That they've left on the streets of their city
                  That they've left there to beg for mercy
                  And they never would hear their cries
                  As they walked on, full of themselves
                  Full of their own self-righteousness
                  Thinking they would be delivered
                  They've got to know someday
                  That they WILL NOT be delivered



                  God will say these words to them
                  That I'm sayin' right now
                  That express, the best way I know how
                  Just exactly what He thinks of you:



                  "Knoxville can kiss my ass!!!"
                  "Knoxville can kiss my ass!!!"
                  "Knoxville can kiss my ass!!!"
                  "KNOXVILLE CAN KISS MY ASS!!!"
                  Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!



                  1/31/'99. 1999 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                  WE WON'T BE THE SWEEPERS



                  I was born down at the bottom
                  Mercifully unaware
                  But they scared me when I saw them
                  Though nobody seemed to care
                  Because I knew that their existence
                  Would suck the life right out of me
                  And would leave me cold and stifled
                  Drained of all my dignity



                  I was crawling through the junkheap
                  When I heard the mournful sound
                  Of long-dead spirits being conjured
                  Buried deep within the ground
                  Curses stamped into the spirals
                  Clawed their way into my soul
                  And they muddied up my bloodstream
                  As the demon seed took hold



                  I was climbing up the riggings
                  When I lost my grip and fell
                  I looked up at my surroundings
                  And I thought I'd gone to Hell
                  But Your eyes shone through the darkness
                  And I knew that God was there
                  And I swore that I would find you
                  But, just then, you disappeared



                  CHORUS #1: If I fall on my own sword
                  It won't be of my own choosing
                  But if I'm caught out in the storm
                  And I'm feeling like I'm losing
                  And if the stream's too swift to ford
                  Then I know He'll let me drown
                  But we won't be the sweepers
                  When the shit comes down



                  I was slogging through the cesspool
                  When the current pulled me down
                  My nostrils filled with blood and semen
                  And I thought that I would drown
                  I saw the Devil's evil leer
                  As I started sinking down
                  But then God reached in and got me
                  Put my feet back on the ground



                  When my heart was sore and weary
                  I fell down on the floor
                  I cried out to God in anguish
                  And I bled from every pore
                  And while the portals still hung open
                  He shoved the Universe inside
                  Then He wrapped me up in linen
                  And He claimed me as His Bride



                  I was blinded in the desert
                  I stumbled and I fell
                  I've climbed each rung of Jacob's Ladder
                  And I've made my bed in Hell
                  I've crawled through the darkest jungles
                  And I've stumbled through the snow
                  But still I'm not quite certain
                  Of the way that I must go



                  CHORUS #2: You stamped your shitstain on our heads
                  And you marched us off to die
                  Leaving just enough to bleed
                  Leaving just enough to cry
                  But our hearts are filled with rage
                  And our triggerfingers' quick
                  And we won't be the sweepers
                  When the hordes start throwing bricks



                  I saw you struggling at the bottom
                  And I meant to wish you well
                  But the vision struck like lightning
                  And I saw myself in Hell
                  I heard you scream in mortal anguish
                  And I heard you curse my name
                  Then I groaned in helpless anger
                  And I hung my head in shame



                  Without the light of Truth to guide you
                  Sins of fathers drug you down
                  Your flesh was seared by molten lava
                  And I heard the shrieking sound
                  Bert and Ernie couldn't save you
                  Mickey Mouse just scarred your brain
                  You were born without the comfort
                  Of the Lie to keep you sane



                  I saw others in my vision
                  That escaped the Tempter's snare
                  They were born without the blemish
                  And lived free of grief and care
                  Pure in all their generations
                  The never bore the mongrel stain
                  And their souls were not divided
                  By this prophet-purged machine



                  CHORUS #3: If my blood can stop the gears
                  Then the daisywheels won't turn
                  And the children will not fear
                  And the still unborn won't burn
                  Although it seems that their machine
                  Has got me by the balls
                  We won't be the sweepers
                  When your tower falls



                  We were born into this maelstrom
                  With the curse stamped on our heads
                  Now the worst of us are living
                  And the best of us are dead
                  Once you've bought into "whatever" Then you're sucked into the matrix
                  "Whatever"'s got you by the balls



                  Nobody tried to understand us
                  They just told us what to buy
                  Now they've ripped our souls to pieces
                  Though we never bought their Lie
                  But we've still got Shane G to guide us
                  And ol' Carl Klang to spur us on
                  We're the warriors of the twilight
                  And the guardians of the dawn



                  We watched your Cold War castles crumble
                  As your universe dissolved
                  We laughed at all the lies you swallowed
                  As your hand-picked villains were absolved
                  And as God brought down the Final Curtain
                  We saw the Puppet-Master's strings
                  So we took the backdoor exit
                  While you were reeling from the sting


                  CHORUS # 4: When you crucified the Truth
                  And you painted up the Lie
                  You bought yourself a short reprieve
                  But you knew you'd only die
                  'Cause when you drank the tainted milk
                  It was your children who all fell
                  But we will be the sweepers
                  When they sweep you off to Hell
                  Yeah, we're gonna be the sweepers
                  When we sweep you off to Hell



                  4/12/'99. 1999 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.


                  http://whitenationalist.org/forum/sh...=7638#post7638

                  IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



                  "Lay down your silver and your gold
                  I am a man who won't be sold
                  And even when my heart grows cold
                  I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

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                  • #10

                    COME BACK, RONALD REAGAN



                    Come back, Ronald Reagan
                    And show us the way
                    We're too long in limbo
                    Enveloped in gray
                    The buzzard's hovering overhead
                    The rats are in the corn
                    Won't you get up off your deathbed
                    And blow the Sacred Horn?



                    Come back, Ronald Reagan
                    For the last stretch of the race
                    Bring back Christie Brinkley, too
                    And maybe Chevy Chase
                    And I'd love to see Clint Eastwood
                    In a film that doesn't suck
                    When he teams up with Meryl Streep
                    I just don't give a fuck!!!



                    Come back, Ronald Reagan
                    But leave Jacko far behind
                    He's raped too many little boys
                    And justice was stone blind
                    I wish you'd leave George Lucas, too
                    He bores me half to death
                    But the suits will shove him down our throats
                    Until our dying breath



                    Come back, Ronald Reagan
                    Because we can hardly speak
                    Sure miss Alabama
                    And that "40 Hour Week"
                    Merle Haggard singing: "City, turn me loose and set me free"
                    Long before we'd heard of Randy
                    Back in 1983



                    Come back, Ronald Reagan
                    Make the liberals feel the pain
                    I'm sick and tired of watching
                    What remains go down the drain
                    They've traded in your legacy
                    And burned all the receipts
                    You used to call us all "blue collar"
                    Now they think we wear white sheets



                    Come back, Ronald Reagan
                    Poke the Devil in the eye
                    Bring back the days when righteous rednecks
                    Held their heads up high
                    Scare the niggers into line
                    And kill the dirty fags
                    'Cause we're all on the bottom now
                    And virtue is in rags



                    Come back, Ronald Reagan
                    Bring back Huey Lewis, too
                    Teach white folks how to dance again
                    And ward away U2
                    All the truths have been discovered
                    All the lies have been betrayed
                    We're not gonna let you go
                    'Til everyone gets laid



                    6/02/'99. 1999 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                    SHIT-STAINED REMAINS



                    Jason Robards trying to scare us to death
                    Andropov cursing our every breath
                    Reagan rattling the sabers
                    And scaring the queers
                    They were a fly in your ointment
                    They were my golden years
                    Rockefellers and ragheads were having a ball
                    I was just happy as hell to be human after all
                    Ricky Skaggs singing songs of class pride and pain
                    I was sitting in a fucked-up desk
                    In my white buttoned shirt
                    Watching the shit-stained remains go down the drain



                    Chernynko took over when Andropov dropped
                    And ol' Gordon Kahl had it out with the cops
                    CHS told me I couldn't come back
                    I used the J.O. 'til I found out the facts
                    My Mom finally let me watch GONE WITH THE WIND
                    I was forced to abandon my second girlfriend
                    The cunts washed their hands
                    And shipped me off to Hell
                    As I watched the shit-stained remains trickle down the well



                    Gorbachev took over when Chernynko died
                    And I was feeling all fucked-up inside
                    Felt like I had done something wrong
                    But what no one could say
                    All that I fucking knew was that I had to go away
                    They tortured me for six long months
                    Mainly just because they could
                    Just like I was a nigger
                    And they were all wearing hoods
                    I felt like a slave and I looked like a punk
                    I hid like a rabbit and lived like a monk
                    As I watched the shit-stained remains run down the drain



                    The sun was shining through the cracks
                    I got into THE WIZ, although I didn't like blacks
                    I sung Alabama songs out in the rain
                    From the swingset we had a good view of the trains
                    I felt like a Jew with a boot up my ass
                    Or a Knight Of Columbus caught out at a Black Mass
                    CHS taught us history and cared for our souls
                    But here it was all just "Achtung!"s and "Jah wohl!"s
                    As the shit-stained remains ran down the drain



                    That was the first Christmas I didn't get any toys
                    'Cause of a thing called rock & roll
                    I was finding out the joys
                    The Everly Brothers, Cilla Black, Four Lads and Bo Diddley
                    Greeted me that morning underneath the Christmas tree
                    This chump from Oklahoma said all of them were gay
                    And scared me out of listenin' to the Eagles, anyway
                    And I invented "Sow, brother!"
                    But it soon became a pain
                    I started wearing my Dad's old butterfly shirt
                    As the shit-stained remains ran down the drain



                    The Everly Brothers were doing quite well
                    The faggots and feminists were going to Hell
                    Huey Lewis and Falco were on the charts
                    And they sold Rebel flag ballcaps in the mini-marts
                    Everything was still made in the USA
                    And, if you owned a computer, you were probably gay
                    I was riding waterslides in the rain
                    And sitting in my Grandpa's chair
                    In my butterfly shirt
                    Watching the shit-stained remains run down the drain



                    Watermelon popsicles and WATERSHIP DOWN
                    Getting paid a little bread
                    For picking up rocks on the ground
                    Going down to Cat's every Saturday afternoon
                    Eating maple nut and French vanilla yogurt with a spoon
                    Didn't know how much things could change
                    In a mere six months of time
                    They crucified her in October
                    It was a motherfucking crime
                    As we learned of Michael Miliken
                    And all that "insider trading"
                    And I retired my black pants and my butterfly shirt
                    As I watched the shit-stained remains run down the drain



                    I fell in love for the first time since 1983
                    It took snow in my eyes to make me wise
                    And a slip to make me see
                    I got to swim in my first cousin's pool
                    And some of my enemies found a new school
                    I got into the Monkees, Little Richard, and Chuck
                    But for Run DMC, I just didn't give a fuck
                    And as the sweet miseries of pubescent love filled my brain
                    I was watching all the shit-stained remains run down the drain



                    Saw THE MONKEES on TV and thought it was cool
                    Really had some fun when I got out of school
                    Got into Jimmy Buffett, Michael Murphey, and the Kinks
                    I tried to write a few songs
                    But, boy, did they ever stink!!!
                    Ate Danish butter cookies
                    And salmon on crackers
                    Got over my crush on a TV actress
                    My dog got loose and died somewhere
                    And they never did find his remains
                    As a lot of my childhood dreams ran down the drain



                    Went back that fall to some real piss-poor luck
                    I'd made my first trip to Gatlinburg
                    But it kinda sucked
                    They threw out this chick
                    Over some half-assed shit
                    Hell, I did the same thing all the time
                    But I never got hit
                    The last time that I saw her
                    It was on a field trip
                    I bowled a lot of strikes
                    But I missed one when I slipped
                    And it was too late to do anything but cry in the rain
                    As I watched all the shit-stained remains run down the drain



                    I hated the nigger, the fag, and the Jew
                    I got into CCR, Bowie, and The Who
                    I saw naked hippies rolling around in the mud
                    And Beverly D'Angelo's titties and butt
                    I wrote "FUCK THE WORLD" on some hotel desk drawers
                    And thought about fucking some water park whores
                    They sent us to a funeral home
                    And it really fucked up my brain
                    When I saw the shit-stained remains running down the drain



                    I fell in love with a chick
                    Just as fucked-up as me
                    But I knew deep down
                    It really wasn't to be
                    She was the same age as I was
                    And a little bit strange
                    We'd been through a lot of the same shit
                    And I kinda "felt her pain"
                    And as your impotent Irish icon
                    Faded with the sun
                    I knew the world I used to know
                    Was over and done
                    On my birthday we drove up to Oakmont in the rain
                    As the shit-stained remains ran down the drain



                    Goldman mumbling curses over John Lennon's bones
                    My Great-Grandparents came down here
                    And left their native home
                    Our trip to Disney World did not impress me much at all
                    I didn't mind Busch Gardens
                    But my legs were fucking raw!!!
                    My sister's cat of three years
                    Either ran away or died
                    And so did Uncle Dewey
                    And I guess I must've cried
                    And if it wasn't for Tom Petty
                    I would've gone insane
                    Watching the shit-stained remains go down the drain



                    When we went back that fall
                    It seemed like everything had changed
                    She decided to conform
                    But acted even more deranged
                    And as I cursed the changes
                    And my faggy cotton shirts
                    My tight-assed Uncle passed away
                    And met his just desserts
                    And as my third and last relationship
                    Met its pre-determined death
                    I cursed God with all my soul
                    For ever letting me draw breath
                    As the red car's tail lights faded in the rain
                    And the last of the shit-stained remains drizzled down the drain



                    6/06/'99. 1999 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Smith & Wesson, Inc.



                    PEOPLE ON THEIR OWN



                    See the people sitting praying
                    People on their own
                    Living life like God intended
                    Why won't you leave 'em alone?



                    They don't bear your culture's curse-mark
                    They don't watch TV
                    They've left your cesspool far behind them
                    They're only trying to be free



                    CHORUS: People on their own
                    Why don't you leave 'em alone?
                    'Cause you just can't stand
                    To let a man be a man
                    And it feels you with fright
                    To see a woman act right
                    So you send in your goon squads
                    In the dead of the night
                    You just can't stand to see a righteous man prosper
                    You just can't stand it at all
                    So, whenever it looks like he's gonna make it,
                    You kick him right square in the balls
                    Why don't you leave us alone, motherfuckers?
                    Go back to Babylon!!!



                    SPOKEN: They created all their little walls to box us in so that they could lead us around by the throats and tell us how to walk, how to talk, how to breathe, how to smell. To make us miserable and dependent, and, most of all, to keep us divided. They divide us along every kind of doctrinal line, so that we're all ready to kill each other for God, or Marx, or Maha Bone, or Gaia, or Mary, or Quetzlcoatl, or whoever the faggots worship. Probably a giant penis or something. Because they know damn good and well that, if they left us alone and we all just read the Bible for ourselves, we'd all come to the same conclusion and we'd get our shit together and we wouldn't need them anymore. But then they wouldn't have a job, would they? So the cocksuckers in the white collars manipulate us and divide us into all these camps, so as to control us. If the children of Israel had had leaders like this, they never would've made it out of the wilderness. Jesus had a few words to say about these people, too. He called them a "nest of vipers".



                    See the people raising families
                    People on their own
                    Teaching them the truths of history
                    Teaching them right from wrong



                    They don't need no government-sanctioned Godless bureaucrat
                    To teach them how to raise their children
                    They're much too smart for that



                    REPEAT CHORUS



                    SPOKEN: They want your children. Why? Because they weren't able to get you, and that burns them up. So they want to brainwash your kids and use them to brainwash you, or otherwise turn you in for daring to think an independent thought. They don't want people. People ask too many questions. They're bound to be dangerous to the regime in the last analysis. They want robots. Robots that can easily be programmed with whatever rationale they happen to be using to promote their agenda at the moment. Robots that can sweep floors, paint walls, and kill anyone who resists the agenda of their masters/programmers. And when these robots occasionally go haywire, as they did in Littleton, recently, they can always blame it on guns and the fact that some parents still refuse to turn their children over to Big Brother. Orwell called these people what they are: a bunch of power-crazed megalomaniacs. But it doesn't do any good to call them that, because nobody's listening. Sanity becomes statistical when apathy is contagious.



                    See the people living freedom
                    People on their own
                    Enjoying the fruits of their own labors
                    Making everything that they own



                    They don't have to punch no clock
                    Or kiss some kike's behind
                    They live their lives on their own terms
                    And live with their own kind



                    REPEAT CHORUS



                    SPOKEN: They aren't human. They couldn't be human. In their blackened, twisted little hearts, they hate and despise every natural human impulse. That's why they drove us off the land. They just couldn't stand to see us living the way God and nature intended. We set our own hours, owned our own land, and enjoyed the fruits of our honest labor. And we weren't dependent upon anybody. And we answered to no one but God. They just couldn't stand THAT, these arrogant bastards. They wanted everybody to worship THEM. They just wouldn't be satisfied until every hard-drinking, hard-working, hard-fucking son of God was forced to trade in his buckskins and moccasins for a starched, white shirt and penny-loafers and, instead of working his own land, was sitting behind a desk, shuffling papers for some fat, wrinkled, rich-ass KIKE who couldn't get it up in a hailstorm. They wanted everyone to tell them how great they were, these buttsniffing monkeys!!! And they knew that, if they let man remain in his natural state, that would never happen, because they were the weakest and the most worthless of the lot. So they invented their shiny little high-tech toys for everyone to marvel at and fawn at their inventors' feet. Bill Gates fucked up the world because he wanted some pussy. Edison invented the light bulb and, ever since, the world has been enveloped in darkness. They warned us. The preachers and the prophets. They told us that "idle hands" were "the Devil's workshop". The Devil whispered into our ear that, if we used his inventions, we'd have more free time. For reading. Read, hell!!! What the hell does a farmer need to read for? He can read more in one sunset than in all the books in existence. What else? Why, to go to town. And do what? Get drunk, gamble, and chase strange pussy, that's what. And go to the theater and watch bawdy shows. Nobody ever tried to close them down. As long as they stayed one place and the decent people stayed another. But that wouldn't last for long. It was only a matter of time before the technology of Edison was combined with the natural greediness of every saloonkeeper, prostitute and pimp. Take a whore and a faggot off a streetcorner, put them in front of a camera, and voila! they're movie stars!!! Instant pin-up matinee idols of every red-blooded American youngster. And now, if you don't conform to this new religion, you'll be gunned down by closet-case faggots in jackboots and Darth Vader helmets. And, when they're kicking down your door, they oughta tell you the truth, and say, like Tex Watson did: "I'm the Devil here to do the Devil's work!" But, instead, they'll just say they're enforcing the "moral law". The moral law of Sodom, that is: Fuck, love faggots, and worship Satan. GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!



                    REPEAT CHORUS



                    6/14/'99. 1999 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                    NOT WELCOME



                    You approach me with your crocodile tears
                    Trying to conceal all your middle-class fears
                    Saying that you really, really envy me
                    If I pissed in your eyes, then maybe you could see
                    Wear my blue-collar urine like your trendy perfume
                    Would your sisters accept you back in your drawing room?
                    So, you've finally figured out that your life's kinda strange
                    And you think you'd like to try to be human for a change
                    You see your world crumbling and it scares you to death
                    So you try to suck the bad right out of my breath
                    And I know it just kills you
                    It just makes you sick
                    To see Ishmael prosper
                    While Isaac sucks dick
                    I don't know too many sheep
                    With sharp, pointed teeth
                    Through your sackcloth and ashes
                    Your silk still shows underneath
                    And I don't really know how to break this to you
                    But don't go wearin' a toga
                    If you want me to think you're a Jew



                    CHORUS: You're not welcome to my pain
                    And I don't even know why you think a change
                    Would make you better
                    Make you whole
                    But you'll never get to Heaven
                    'Cause you've got no soul
                    You're so smug in your hypocrisy
                    But don't even think that you're fooling me
                    Your pelican breast and your lily-white hand
                    Cannot reach me where you stand
                    Where in the hell did you get the gall
                    To even try to talk to me at all?
                    You're not welcome!!!



                    Where the hell do you get off sayin' you know how I feel?
                    Your candy-ass will can never scratch this heart of steel
                    You're too far over the hill to see which way the wind is blowing
                    You don't know where I came from, let alone where I'm going
                    You think I'm your boy just 'cause I kissed your ass one time
                    Your idea of "justice" is a motherfucking crime
                    You're a closet-case faggot and a baby-boomer whore
                    You dodged the draft just like Clinton & Gore
                    You worship the Devil and you fuck little boys
                    Treat my generation like your personal toys
                    So sure of Satan's protection, you don't even own a gun
                    You pissed your pants over Waco 'cause your Satan's own son
                    You just sit there grinning while I'm starving to death
                    I'll curse your very existence with my dying breath



                    REPEAT CHORUS



                    Do you know I've been dead since I turned 17?
                    And only saw God through an old TV screen?
                    That my Mom's a fucked-up, diarrhea-colored bitch?
                    She thinks she's an Indian, but she's just a witch
                    That my Dad's a waste of semen, a dirty Canaanite slave?
                    Great-Grandson of a horsethief, God-cursed from the grave
                    That I got my ass beat before I was four?
                    When the drugs ripped my mind, Satan crawled through the door
                    That my Grandpaw's a rapeseed, half-damned and half-dead?
                    His daughter bears the curse, his son's just fucked in the head
                    There's no earthly connection between me and you
                    You'll always be a Roman and I'll always be a Jew
                    You're not a warrior and you're not a man
                    You're just a milk-sodden mongrel who'll never understand



                    REPEAT CHORUS



                    BRIDGE: I'm not gonna join your victim-of-the-month club
                    I don't think I can afford the dues
                    You showed me all the warmth and compassion
                    That Eva Braun showed to the Jews
                    I don't mind kissing your feet for hours
                    Or eating your snatch, if it's as good as it smells
                    But if you want to make me your pet project
                    You can just fuck off and go to Hell
                    You're not welcome, bitch!!!



                    7/08/'99. 1999 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                    HEROES IN HELL



                    "Banish all hope, willful whore!"
                    Read the sign upon the door
                    I walked in like a mindless sheep
                    And found myself beneath the heap
                    Of frothy-mouthed and rabid curs
                    The Devil conjured from the furze
                    Fair cannon-fodder for the task
                    Of hiding Truth behind a mask
                    Of superstitious ignorance
                    Deprived of all their common sense
                    To scare the wealthy into line
                    The pompous and psychotic swine
                    Who felt "the calling" in their groins
                    And sought "salvation" through their loins



                    CHORUS #1: Nothing ventured, nothing gained
                    Nothing but a world of pain
                    When memory's trapdoor has been pried
                    You damn yourself to stay inside



                    You threw your net across my mind
                    You left me naked, bruised and blind
                    You thwarted my will
                    And made me doubt my own worth
                    I won't be satisfied
                    Until you're ripped from this earth
                    And cast into Hell
                    To wriggle and scream
                    When the Sword of God
                    Slashes through your sulfurous dream
                    And you're weighed in the Balance
                    And the world sees your sins
                    And you stand alone
                    Deserted by all your friends
                    You'll shriek and moan
                    And curse your own birth
                    At the Time of the End



                    REPEAT CHORUS #1



                    You glorify the basest shit
                    And wipe your ass with Holy Writ
                    You feed on stolen innocence
                    The course that nature circumvents
                    You revel in the Present Tense
                    And bow before Expedience
                    You pervert each natural inclination
                    To speed the Dream's annihilation
                    Now Satan claws your shit-stained brow
                    Your children are your rulers now
                    You got burned by Pat and Tipper
                    You'd have been better off
                    Worshippin' the Gipper
                    You couldn't just let people be
                    Now you're named a public enemy
                    You damned poor Vernon's bastard soul
                    For mixing God and rock & roll
                    You cackled when they killed those kids
                    They should've burned your sorry ass instead



                    REPEAT CHORUS #1



                    SPOKEN:You must understand
                    That there is none greater
                    Than the spiritual
                    And cultural
                    And racial renegade
                    That knows only the river
                    And damns the shore
                    This outside irritant
                    This unknown quantity
                    Has embedded itself
                    In the murky mechanism
                    Of your collective soul
                    And, through years of friction
                    And trauma
                    And turmoil,
                    Produced a monument
                    A stark
                    Black
                    Granite
                    Obelisk
                    That holds the very fiber of all your impulses
                    The prenascent tricklings of all your vibrations
                    All your curses
                    All your questions
                    All your blessings
                    The culmination of all your power
                    Not to mention every last fluid ounce
                    Of the unknown
                    Unidentified
                    Foreign spirit
                    That, through some process vaguely known to me,
                    Managed to seep its way into the fabric
                    Into the cartilage
                    Into the bone
                    That managed to penetrate every layer of armor
                    And planted itself
                    At the very center of your universe
                    And, inscribed on this obelisk
                    Are the following words:
                    "Therefore, by this sign shall ye CONJURE!!!"



                    This machine
                    Can conjure up your very highways
                    This machine
                    Can pump the curse into your veins
                    This machine
                    Can rape your Mother
                    Leave her desolate
                    This machine
                    Can stamp your death onto your brain



                    You can't drag it
                    Although it drags
                    You can't tag it
                    Although it tags
                    Better rip it to pieces
                    And bury the rags



                    I'd like to piss on all the winners
                    I love the sin but hate the sinners
                    Deprived of all my dignity
                    I'm worthless times infinity
                    Forced to kiss my benefactor's feet
                    Or ply my trade out on the street
                    They cursed me in my DNA
                    You cursed me in my mental fray
                    You left your shit-stamp on my skin
                    And threw me in the lion's den
                    You primed me for the poison pill
                    A culture crushed beneath your heel
                    You thought that if you stripped me stark
                    That one day I would take the Mark
                    Well, I hate to disappoint you all
                    But you can lick the sweat right off my balls!!!



                    CHORUS #2: Lift the latch
                    Rip through the snatch
                    Before the Demon Seed is hatched
                    When Memory's trapdoor has been pried
                    You damn yourself to stay inside



                    I just came back to get my stuff
                    You've haunted my nightmares for long enough
                    I'm gonna take back all the things I left
                    And tell you motherfuckers that you're guilty of theft
                    I claim every name you ever conjured by
                    And put your own hellhounds on the scent of your Lie
                    I took the Sword from you and pointed it right at your throat
                    And left your entrails floating in the moat
                    You cursed my soul
                    And you perverted my mind
                    You knew exactly what the fuck you were doin'
                    When you made this Frankenstein



                    REPEAT CHORUS #2



                    Why do the heathen rage
                    And imagine a vain thing?
                    Don't they know that their cities are burning
                    And their towers are trembling?



                    The Devil is outside
                    I'm well aware that the Devil is outside
                    It doesn't matter that the Devil is outside
                    Because the Truth is inside
                    And that's where you're afraid to go
                    You can't penetrate the center
                    You can't isolate the center
                    You can't extirpate the center
                    You can't extrapolate the center
                    You can't encapsulate the center
                    And you can't infiltrate the center
                    You can't expostulate the center
                    You can't interrogate the center
                    You can't annihilate the center
                    Because the Truth is inside
                    And the Devil is outside
                    And I fear not the landslide
                    Because Jehovah is my guide



                    Roll Call of the Dead: Wat Tyler, Robert Hode, Guy Fawkes, William Blake, Edmund Burke, Patrick Henry, John Randolph, Daniel Boone, George Rogers Clark, Ethan Allen, Davy Crockett, Charles Baudelaire, Edgar Allan Poe, John C. Calhoun, Steven Douglas, Alexander Stephens, James Longstreet, Patrick Cleburne, Nathan Bedford Forrest, Mark Twain, William Jennings Bryan, Robert E. Howard, H. L. Mencken, T. S. Eliot, William Butler Yeats, Jimmie Rodgers, Uncle Dave Macon, Hank Williams, Robert Taft, Joe McCarthy, Charles A. Lindbergh, Buddy Holly, Bobby Fuller, Jim Morrison, Keith Moon, John Singer, Sid Vicious, Gordon Kahl, Robert Jay Mathews, Larry McDonald, Roger Miller, David Koresh, Ian Stuart Donaldson, GG Allin, Kurt Cobain, Charlie Rich, William Cooper, John Entwistle, Charles Gavan O'Lanahan.



                    REPEAT CHORUS #2



                    Your funeral pyre has been arranged
                    So kiss my ass and keep the change
                    I've packed my bags and called a cab
                    And left you lying on a slab
                    I've left the warning on your door
                    And left you cold
                    To greet the Whore
                    I've dropped these poison frogs into your well
                    And I'm not gonna hang around Mt. Pisgah anymore
                    I'm gonna go and see my heroes in Hell



                    8/05/'99. 1999 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                    http://whitenationalist.org/forum/sh...=7639#post7639
                    IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



                    "Lay down your silver and your gold
                    I am a man who won't be sold
                    And even when my heart grows cold
                    I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

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                      BOATS OF LIFE/BAALBERITH LINE



                      I should've laid it all on the line
                      And let them know that they were running out of time
                      I should've never let them say those things about me



                      Standing out on that old Baalberith Line
                      Watching the lies of the ages
                      Sink into the sands of time
                      I've watched the plot unfold
                      On the stage of history
                      I've been around for 6,000 years
                      But you never told the truth about me



                      Boats of life that we all ride on
                      Until we're one with the horizon
                      Always chasing some far shore
                      That we can't see
                      Rehearse your curse
                      Your current slander
                      Kill the goose
                      And rape the gander
                      You know you only see what's in your own fancy



                      I should've never trusted fate
                      I should've pulled out before it got too late
                      I should've never let them keep the tapes in Waco



                      Standing out on that old Baalberith line
                      Watching the lies of the ages
                      Seep into the sands of time
                      My skeleton key unlocks all your secret histories
                      I've lived and died a thousand times
                      But you never tell the truth about me



                      Boats of life that we all ride on
                      Until we're one with the horizon
                      Always seeking some far shore
                      That we can't see
                      Rehearse your curse
                      Your current slander
                      Rape the goose
                      And rape the gander
                      You know you only see what's in your own fancy



                      Everybody stalks the sunset
                      Everybody gets their feet wet
                      It doesn't matter if you sink or swim
                      Everybody scans the shoreline
                      Everybody sees the grapevines
                      It doesn't matter if you look at him



                      And maybe I'm lost
                      Maybe I'm adrift in a canyon
                      About to crash on the side of a mountain
                      Maybe I should guide my ship by the light in your eyes
                      Maybe there's a cove up ahead
                      And there the skies are not so leaden
                      But when I lose my way
                      I always look to the skies



                      I should've seen God in her eyes
                      I should've never believed their lies
                      I should've died in 1989



                      Standing out on that old Baalberith Line
                      Watching the lies of the ages
                      Sink into the sands of time
                      I've lived and died a thousand times
                      On the pages of your history
                      But no matter what form I take
                      You never tell the truth about me



                      Boats of life that we all ride on
                      Until we're one with the horizon
                      Always chasing some far shore
                      That we can't see
                      Rehearse your curse
                      Your current slander
                      Rape the goose
                      And kill the gander
                      You know you only see what's in your own fancy



                      9/'99. 1999 Ahtanaram Productions. Copyright Protected by Heckler & Koch, Inc.



                      http://whitenationalist.org/forum/sh...=7640#post7640
                      IF YOU STILL LOVE AMERIKA, YOU'RE A NIGGER-LOVER!!! ---CGO. 1/20/'09.



                      "Lay down your silver and your gold
                      I am a man who won't be sold
                      And even when my heart grows cold
                      I'll curse your evil stranglehold."---Horslips, from "Trouble With A Capital 'T'", 1977.

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