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From the Self-titled EP:

1. That Rare Copy of the Constitution with the Word 'Suckers' in it.

Hooray for the second amendment. And all of the bloodshed that it has spawned. Hooray for the daughters of the revolution - they sure have no brains but at least they've got brawn. American society and its degradation all captured by cameras on CNN is indicative of a culture that's dragged through the mud the few of us left with any self-respect. 'I want to be in the US army but I don't wake up at 6am. And I want to kill all the fuckers around me - so how come I never have any friends? But at least I've got my gun.' Sometimes I have a dream where I'm driving in my car and I'm laughing, never resting, because tied to the roof with an apple in is mouth is the corpse of Charleton Heston. And we'll dance, dance, dance, around the prophet Moses killing with glee just like the NRA told us. And we'll dance, dance, dance, with shit on our noses, we'll kill all the leaders just like the NRA told us.

2. How to Make a Molotov Cocktail.

So raise your hands and wave goodbye to all the emissaries following the missionaries, placing fervent dogma over unvalued life. Is this the battle of famed novelists, climbing the bestsellers list shooting rubber bullets into crowds of screaming kids? Or is this armies filled with mindless drones, forcing people from their homes, claiming one more acre in this pissing war for wits? Can you tell me what it is that you're killing for? Can you tell me who it is that you're killing for? No no no. Now what am I supposed to do? You're all losers.

3. Six-Fifty an Hour

To hell with all the yesterdays and question all the hearsay, indoctrination still s formed one by one. So throw your quotas out the door and sit your ass down on the floor, we drink, we drug, we fight, we fuck 'cause this ain't fun. So who are you to think and act that we will listen and not react versus all this bullshit that you've used us for? Do you honestly expect for all our patience not to wretch as you heap upon us only more and more? But you only get what your conscience pays for, but you only get what your ego begs for. But you only get what you conscience pays for, now the bullet's come and it's time for us. Your number's up the bell has rung, the time of promise has begun. The choice is yours now spit or swallow - don't tell me who I should follow. Your number's up the bell has rung the time of dancing has begun - the choice is yours, you've made your bed, filled with those with nothing in their heads. Don't you think? Don't you think? Well I don't think that you're so smart. Don't you drink? Why don't you drink? 'I don't drink - I play a part' We are the products of minimum wage. What, did you think poverty's a phase?

4. Singing This Song Makes me so Fucking Happy

I Like the way you think and you're not even high. Well I guess it's up to me to spit in their eye.Now please don't mistake the anger in this song for unhappiness or complacency for when things go wrong. I love all my family and I love all my friends, but I've got a major problem with those who quit in the end.Your centuries of indifference create mountains of fact, no matter what you read - repeated stabs in the back. And I can't even prove that you could even exist, but if you do then you're an unrepentant fucking prick. And I've got a major bone to pick. Now who's gonna save you if you can't save yourself? Now who's gonna save you when your novel falls from its shelf? Mocking your own helplessness on bended knees, 'subservience and obedience - I guess it's heaven for me' and universal absolution sure isn't free so 'I'm sponsored by Jesus on my next shooting spree.' Excommunication means nothing.


	The Hemingways \| home News \| History \| Discography \| Biographies \| Pictures \| Sounds \| Lyrics \| Shows \| Related Links \| Mailbag \| Contact Me Lyrics From the Self-titled EP: 1. That Rare Copy of the Constitution with the Word 'Suckers' in it. Hooray for the second amendment. And all of the bloodshed that it has spawned. Hooray for the daughters of the revolution - they sure have no brains but at least they've got brawn. American society and its degradation all captured by cameras on CNN is indicative of a culture that's dragged through the mud the few of us left with any self-respect. 'I want to be in the US army but I don't wake up at 6am. And I want to kill all the fuckers around me - so how come I never have any friends? But at least I've got my gun.' Sometimes I have a dream where I'm driving in my car and I'm laughing, never resting, because tied to the roof with an apple in is mouth is the corpse of Charleton Heston. And we'll dance, dance, dance, around the prophet Moses killing with glee just like the NRA told us. And we'll dance, dance, dance, with shit on our noses, we'll kill all the leaders just like the NRA told us. 2. How to Make a Molotov Cocktail. So raise your hands and wave goodbye to all the emissaries following the missionaries, placing fervent dogma over unvalued life. Is this the battle of famed novelists, climbing the bestsellers list shooting rubber bullets into crowds of screaming kids? Or is this armies filled with mindless drones, forcing people from their homes, claiming one more acre in this pissing war for wits? Can you tell me what it is that you're killing for? Can you tell me who it is that you're killing for? No no no. Now what am I supposed to do? You're all losers. 3. Six-Fifty an Hour To hell with all the yesterdays and question all the hearsay, indoctrination still s formed one by one. So throw your quotas out the door and sit your ass down on the floor, we drink, we drug, we fight, we fuck 'cause this ain't fun. So who are you to think and act that we will listen and not react versus all this bullshit that you've used us for? Do you honestly expect for all our patience not to wretch as you heap upon us only more and more? But you only get what your conscience pays for, but you only get what your ego begs for. But you only get what you conscience pays for, now the bullet's come and it's time for us. Your number's up the bell has rung, the time of promise has begun. The choice is yours now spit or swallow - don't tell me who I should follow. Your number's up the bell has rung the time of dancing has begun - the choice is yours, you've made your bed, filled with those with nothing in their heads. Don't you think? Don't you think? Well I don't think that you're so smart. Don't you drink? Why don't you drink? 'I don't drink - I play a part' We are the products of minimum wage. What, did you think poverty's a phase? 4. Singing This Song Makes me so Fucking Happy I Like the way you think and you're not even high. Well I guess it's up to me to spit in their eye.Now please don't mistake the anger in this song for unhappiness or complacency for when things go wrong. I love all my family and I love all my friends, but I've got a major problem with those who quit in the end.Your centuries of indifference create mountains of fact, no matter what you read - repeated stabs in the back. And I can't even prove that you could even exist, but if you do then you're an unrepentant fucking prick. And I've got a major bone to pick. Now who's gonna save you if you can't save yourself? Now who's gonna save you when your novel falls from its shelf? Mocking your own helplessness on bended knees, 'subservience and obedience - I guess it's heaven for me' and universal absolution sure isn't free so 'I'm sponsored by Jesus on my next shooting spree.' Excommunication means nothing.