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The Sicks (Majandra) · Class of '70/Class of '71 (Floyd Cramer) · Different Class/Second Class (Pulp) · The First Class/The First Class SST (The First Class) · Class of '68/Class of '69 (Floyd Cramer) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Misanthropic Carnage (Severe Torture) · Goremageddon: The Saw and the Carnage Done (Aborted) · Wacken Carnage (Bloodbath) · Works of Carnage (Krisiun) – and 90 other albums »

One existence to achieve the goals my soul demands
The carnage sick and twisted, death is at hand

Tragedy strikes, in a matter of seconds another
the gun-machine

Cannonfodder driven by fear
Last-class raw mass victims of the puppeteer
Human driftwood lepers pariah
Suicide bombers for the new messiah
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even
Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up?
Road by me
richer from the blood of the working class
Let a poor family starve just to feed your greedy ass

People get sick, can't afford to get well
Betrayed by
Sadistic soldiers of the rising sun
1937's when the rape had begun
The ancient city fell under imperial rule
By an engine of war and lust, savage
the layers of decay with vicious rancor and bitter scorn
To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter which we bring forth to
Carnage canonized
increase in you're paycheck
Better not cal in sick ot your job will be at stake
We are trying to survive in this fucking world we live in
Working class
Well, that's alright, friends I know better now

I used to sit by this sick bed to give the pains ease
The room was all quarantined, without a filth
Somebody told me to vote Conservative
Tragedy is not known under 
This dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I
We're all tired of flying in second class baby, never ever navigating
Always have to be the one that's waiting for a number in line
We're all sick
Well, that's alright, friends I know better now

I used to sit by this sick bed to give the pains ease
The room was all quarantined, without a filth
Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons
It's hard to save a dollar, the way the world runs
You're the target market of a corporate joke
carnage. A frenzy of animosity
The will to mutilate. Dominant deviation
The worship of the sick and degenerate will spread

Conception derived from
go by
Xerox stays up
Exchanging your life
For a paycheck

Sometimes I think that it's all a sick joke on
The middle class

Keep on pushing,
This one goes out to the ninjas
that's been down since Carnival of Carnage
Nah, fuck that, since Dog Beats
Nah, fuck that, since Basement Cuts,
That speaks for everyone 
Stand up for the conclusion 

They'll never see us but we'll be close by 
Mental renegade planet
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take
touch the button

Crash course in yesterday's after mathematics class
Until the last chapter's mastered
Smile, for the style war's won
Where the wild
Morning prayers took the girl unawares
She was late for class and she knew it
The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
She couldn't tell if
The hours fly by
No work gets done

Some Jewish kids still trying
Some white kids trying too
Millions of real American kids
Don't have a clue

I'm sick of this grain of salt 
That I must take you with
I want to lash out but I bite my lip
The talk gets older and the lines get stale
sick a gettin me screens
Its in my blood now, sex money and drugs now
Its fucked up now, the world is run by thugs now

Its fucked
other niggers niggers each and every day
Dividing and conquering
When they say the lighter shade of black is okay
After the middle class and they
Sung by everybody 
Hear me brothers, hear me sisters, 
Citizens and comrades hear my song. 
The old life's dead the order's changing 

It's time