D.R.I. - 4 Of A Kind lyrics
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Tracks 01. All For Nothing
02. Manifest Destiny 03. Gone Too Long 04. Do The Dream 05. Shut-Up! 06. Modern World 07. Think For Yourself 08. Slumlord 09. Dead In A Ditch 10. Suit And Tie Guy 11. Man Unkind 01. All For Nothing
Eyes full of hate, quick to condemn
Just stay in the dark and wait for an end You don't really care, it's jut give and take Keeping the distance, keeping it fake Waiting for something that doesn't quite jell Just cursing existence and hating your hell Blinded by anger you don't really know It's play by play as you put on a show Your making your stand for nothing at all Delighted with problems, a chance for a fall Causing a scene to distribute the pain It's all for one, such a nice little game Your time flies by with nothing gained Just talk of change and who's to blame It's the same old story we know so well With a premade ending you don't wanna tell Still waiting for something you haven't found yet Just hide behind vices and a bunch of regrets Blinded by anger that won't go away Treading on water as you sink day by day 02. Manifest Destiny
Manifest Destiny
More blood on the hands of Christ They called themselves Christians And gave themselves the rights Disguised as missionaries They were really after gold Many Indians died for that How many's never told Manifest destiny Forever moving onward Said they were guided from above Actually driven by hate Disguised as love But all their false love Can't disguise true hate And the racist diplomacy Of the church and the State Manifest destiny The church must be rich With all that gold But they'll never return All that they stold It sits in a vault Built just for gold And there it will sit forever Because it never gets old Manifest destiny 03. Gone Too Long
I call you up
You've got nothing to say I get the hint And I'm blown away Been gone, gone too long I've been gone too long You must see me In some far away city Wonder, is she blond And is she pretty When I'm gone so long Our bonds grow week Trust gone sour Cause we can't speak Been gone, gone too long I've been gone too long I wake up at night Drenched in sweat Another nightmare I can't forget Drinking and thinking About what could have been Smoking and trying to Live with my sin Been gone, gone too long I've been gone too long 04. Do The Dream
Conform - It's only need
Distort - Not what it seems Resort - To the deed Report - To the machine Modern day vendor that sells you hell A line is formed, will you live to tell? Money - machine, become all one Hand to hand, the damage done Conform - No not alone Distort - What's always shown Resort - The need again Report - The machine again Was it over when it started? Has the warmth since departed? Did you put your life on hold? On the shelf while firing the load? 05. Shut-Up!
We won't mention names
But why don't you ever shut up? You're constantly talking And I just can't keep up Conversations a joke Is your head made of oak? Endlessly blabbing But sometimes it feels like you're stabbing Shut up, shut the fuck up Bragging and lying So you won't have to stop I've got to get out My head's about to pop You know who you are C'mon give me a break You go on and on Until I feel faint Shut up what are you deaf? Shut up 06. Modern World
Rapid transit
Star wars Traffic jam No wax floors TV dinner Nuclear reactor Cordless phone Max factor Modern world Space shuttle Microwave Fuel injection Late night Dave Computer Terrorist Microchip Nasal mist Modern world Crack, Aids PMRC Miami Vice MTV Credit card 976 Lottery Compact disc Modern world 07. Think For Yourself
How can you be
So quick to condemn By word or rumor Heard from a friend? One can't believe All that one hears It's your decision And not your peers Think for yourself Don't rely on someone else How can you say That I'm that way? You don't know Just heard it was so You're against me Well, how can that be? We've never met Your opinion's been set Think for yourself Don't rely on someone else Inspect each situation See from both sides Seek out the truth Bury the lies One can't believe All that one hears It's your decision And not your peers Think for yourself Don't rely on someone else 08. Slumlord
Old battered building
Ready to condemn High valued property Expensive piece of land Half fill with tenants All poor on welfare No heat or electricity And slumlord doesn't care Slumlord doesn't care Millions in insurance Covers the wrecked lot And a week till it's condemned Is all slumlord's got He enters the basement With three gallons of gas And four hours later There's nothing but ash Slumlord doesn't care The newspaper's all read Forty die in the blaze Slumlord now thinks That crime really pays And two years later A skyscraper appears With a plaque in the memory Of the forty that died here Slumlord doesn't care 09. Dead In A Ditch
A pretty young girl from the Oakland hills
Stole her dad's car and all her mom's pills Got all fucked up and drove off a cliff Ended up dead, dead in a ditch Just like her mother always told her she'd end up All fucked up, dead, dead in a ditch 10. Suit And Tie Guy
Suit and tie guy
With his fashion phases And his quarterly raises Feels he's better than you and me Suit and tie guy Thinks he's real cute In the bathroom for a toot Until his nose starts to bleed Suit and tie guy I see he always hurries I know he always worries He's gonna die of a heart attack Suit and tie guy On his way to feeding Or an important meeting Just like a car on a track Suit and tie guy He travels between stations With certain destinations Never varying from that routine Suit and tie guy And he'll tell you in one word That he is insured And it's not as bad as it may seem 11. Man Unkind
Sadder than any song I've sung
Is growing old or dying young This earth is a grave, round and green A tomb of sorrow which I've seen A massive field we wander through Great sky above vast and blue Death may come in a day or two Whether or not I'm false or true Man, without an answer Like a bird with broken wing Wrapped up in his misery Forgetting how to sing [repeat] Straight from the stretched out womb of sin The horrid fire bombs will fall Here is hope for priests and preachers Here is heresy for all So, man unkind will perish In a final fiery blaze Or suffocate himself slowly In his smoggy yellow haze The sun so sore from marching Towards that receding west Where pity no longer governs With wisdom as his guest Will rise somewhere south of east Our sun will rise in morning Wishing it could quench with tears The fields and skies all burning |