1. |
New American Century
04:32
|
|||
New American Century
Christopher D. Fee © 2015 MightyFee Music
Got a chip in my neck, don't need a credit card or a check
Hey what the heck it's the New American Century
Gotta watch what I say one false word and they take you away
Got to obey in the New American Century
The Bill of Rights is almost gone
I'm livin' in my panopticon
They're keeping me safe and that's alright by me
They've taken our personal liberties
To keep those terrorists overseas
But that's the price you pay for livin' free
Got a fifty cent coat and a Chinese hat
Made the robot bus in seconds flat
Every phone tapped in the New American Century
break
The Bill of Rights is almost gone
I'm livin' in my panopticon
They're keeping me safe and that's alright by me
They've taken our personal liberties
To keep those terrorists overseas
But that's the price you pay for livin' free
Tight shirt, new pair of jeans. Lookin' sharp, feelin' clean.
Ready to be seen in the New American Century
Gotta watch what I say one false word and they take you away
Learn to obey in the New American Century
It's the New American Century
It's the New American Century
|
||||
2. |
Holiday With Lice
04:05
|
|||
Hit me with a hammer, hit me with a brick
Choose between a liar and a narcissistic prick
We need a third party and we need it pretty quick
It's about time we realized out country is sick
Rich bitch, fat cat, nothing in between
You can't even run if you're not part of the machine
They run your life from cradle to grave
It's the Land of the Free, not the Home of the Slave
Rats run the race and we can't win it
It's a great big club and we're not in it
The two War Parties are about the same
Corporate thugs with different names
There's more of us than there are them,
But we keep on lettin' 'em do it
Again and again, again and again, again and again . . .
|
||||
3. |
Culcha
03:41
|
|||
You got a burnin’ hunger but you don’t know how to feed it
So you buy a bunch of garbage but you do not really need it
Paint your phony fingernails and get a new tattoo
You ain't got no idea who made a monkey outta you
You drink a bunch of alcohol which makes you feel great
Then you drive down to the club because you do not have a date
You scope out all the gentlemen with whom you'd like to mate
And hope you're diet's working so you don't look overweight
You undo another button to display your booby bait
Approach a hot young fellow and hope to God he's straight
You think he's kinda cute in your inebriated state
So you look up at the clock and it's a quarter after eight
You know it's kind of early but you'd rather not wait
To get him back to your place and your hunger satiate
You dance a little while and let him know that you're available
Not only are you single but you're eminently nailable
The way you rub against him makes your conquest quite unfailable
So then you drive him back to your place
You got a burnin’ hunger but you don’t know how to feed it
So you buy a bunch of garbage but you do not really need it
Paint your phony fingernails and get a new tattoo
You ain't got no idea who made a monkey outta you
Free advertising that shows where my ass is
Twelve pounds of makeup and phony eyelashes
Facebook and texting and big phony hair
Gallons of hairspray and buckets of Nair
Porcelain teeth and two big plastic boobs
Chemical beauty that comes out of tubes
|
||||
4. |
Bark and Lounger
04:44
|
|||
Crackers on a black plate . . . We are free as they allow us to be . . .
|
||||
5. |
The Teabag Shuffle
03:57
|
|||
Guns! Freedom! Merica!
|
||||
6. |
Doughwanna
03:12
|
|||
7. |
Abu Ghraib
04:59
|
|||
Abu Ghraib
© 2015 – Christopher D. Fee – QuietFyre Ltd
Stack ‘em up in a pyramid
Put a cigarette out in their ear
Tie ‘em tight to a waterboard
Make ‘em scream out what you wanna hear
Make ‘em think they’ll get bit by a doggy
Take a picture and shout hip hooray
Long as you don’t hurt internal organs
Everything gonna be OK
Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib, where the sand monkeys learn to behave
Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib
Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib, where bad citizens learn to behave
Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib . . .
Learned a lot from the general
But we can’t ever say who he was
Put the blame on the little guy
Say the orders don’t come from above
Say we made up our own methods of torture
Which everyone does the same way
Because we rely on embedded reporters
Make the whole ugly thing go away
I heard on Fox News the other day
That the president just didn’t know
All about WMD
In the north, west, and south and below
Don’t wanna get sent to detention
When they trot out the NDAA
Lots of things that you’d better not mention
Or the government takes you away
|
||||
8. |
Freakmas
02:17
|
Christopher D. Fee Rhode Island
Retired English teacher. Former Rock God aspirant.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Christopher D. Fee, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp