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Babies
02:32
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Recipes (Matt Wixson)
02:53
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They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
We can buy back what they've stolen for a reasonable fee
Take the ledger of delusions, name it our economy
None of the answers to our questions can be found in any book
If you only follow recipes, you don't know how to cook
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
We're born into this world, a stone age shovel in our hand
And trained up well to dig our graves, demand the highest price we can
Work for money, work for honor, work for Caesar, work for Ford
Work for access to the scraps beneath the table of the lord
Bigger brains build better bombs, and better bombs burn brighter bridges
Better chemicals can pre-cremate the bodies in the ditches
Bigger digits for the debits, dividends and bank deposits
Give a thanks for modern anomie, the preachings of the profits
The world has much to teach us if you just know where to look
If you only follow recipes, you don't know how to cook
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
Any idiot could tell you that we're smarter than before
Getting vegetables and sexual encounters from the store
To dispensaries for edibles, unlike criminals on the hook
If you only follow recipes, you don't know how to cook
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
They never prepared us for this
So whatcha selling, and whatcha wanna buy?
So whatcha selling, and whatcha wanna buy?
So whatcha selling, and whatcha wanna buy?
So whatcha selling, and whatcha wanna buy?
So whatcha selling, and whatcha wanna buy?
So whatcha selling, and whatcha wanna buy?
So whatcha selling, and whatcha wanna buy?
So whatcha selling, and whatcha wanna buy?
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Lyrics by Adrian Noon
Music by AntiCrust
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DYKWTFIA (Matt Wixson)
02:19
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Do you know who the fuck I am?
I own a building, I own land
Do you know who the fuck I am?
I look good, kid, without a top
Do you know what the fuck I got?
I got a motherfucking seat on a board
And another fucking seat
On another motherfucking board
I got more boards for when I'm bored
Do you know that the fuck I ignored?
My good buddy
Didn't do nothing
So stop fucking around with my war
Don't you know your place?
You should know your place
Don't you know your place?
You're not a human being
Don't you know your place?
You should know your place
Don't you know your place?
You can't show your face
Do you know who the fuck I am?
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Cut Into Pieces
02:04
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AntiCrust England, UK
Based on a derelict farm among the rats in cellar, AntiCrust are a 4-piece punk band with Evie (Bass), Lazlo (Guitar), Robo
(Drums) and Trev (Guitar)
All vocals are by guests. Here's what one said “Into the cellar thats lit by a single naked light bulb, the smell of damp warmed by the amplifiers. Its amazing thing when you're in that space with the volume of and the energy of it”
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