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Merry Christmas I hope you have a white one, but for me, it's blue Blue Christmas, that's the way you see it when you're feeling blue Blue Xmas, when you're blue at Christmastime you see right through All the waste, all the sham, all the haste And plain old bad taste Sidewalk Santy Clauses are much, much, much too thin They're wearing fancy rented costumes, false beards and big fat phony grins And nearly everybody's standing round holding out their empty hand or tin cup Gimme gimme gimme gimme, gimme gimme gimme Fill my stocking up All the way up It's a time when the greedy give a dime to the needy Blue Christmas, all the paper, tinsel and the fal-de-ral Blue Xmas, people trading gifts that matter not at all What I call Fal-de-ral Bitter gall, Fal-de-ral Lots of hungry, homeless children in your own backyards While you're very, very busy addressing twenty zillion Christmas cards Now, Yuletide is the season to receive and oh, to give and ahh, to share But all you December do-gooders rush around and rant and rave and loudly blare Merry Christmas I hope yours is a bright one, but for me, it's blue
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here?
I'm the "first" lady of the land The "first" lady of the land Entertaining at lunch or tea Do do-gooders who call on me Telling of their noble deeds they've planned For the "first" lady of the land!
John stared at a stone Prayed hard 'til it cracked open All your sins washed for good Just a figure of speech don't take it to heart I am the way and I am the truth In my name, rewriting the roots This ain't no place for the kind-hearted Straight shooter Do-gooder These rags don't fit no sea cracker Natural leader Midnight schemer Beneath the call, a satire of roles Gifted flowers climb the marble stone Life he got is an iron suit With a matching tie blessing a lie It's the silver tongue poking your eyes Perfect ruse, the boss is expecting news This ain't no place for the kind-hearted Straight shooter Do-gooder These rags don't fit no sea cracker Natural leader Midnight schemer
May the grown ups ever be absent/ such a sad bunch/ let's have chocolate for lunch While shooting the shit/ the ingenious Pretexts so very convenient Come stay for a while/ you'll see the signs The devilish smiles from shooting do-gooders down See them running wild like clowns
On Earth as it is in heaven. Run and hide. No escape. Run and hide. You do-gooders will never get to heaven. You do-gooders will never get to heaven. Still safe in your Still safe in your house O god - but you'll never You'll never, never, ever get to heaven.
Look out honey it's the big black witchcraft rock Hey hey baby it's the big black witchcraft rock No one round here gonna make me stop Supermodel head on the chopping block Uh huh honey the big black witchcraft rock Look out honey it's the big black witchcraft rock Hey hey baby it's the big black witchcraft rock Sharpen up my razor... get my gun Find some fool and have some fun Uh huh honey the big black witchcraft rock Look out honey it's the big black witchcraft rock Hey hey baby it's the big black witchcraft rock Hot shot do-gooder... good deed jive Apple in their mouth, skin 'em alive Uh huh honey the big black witchcraft rock Look out honey it's the big black witchcraft rock Hey hey baby it's the big black witchcraft rock I'll run amuck on you... do the devil's dance You happy face fucks will pee your pants Uh huh honey the big black witchcraft rock Uh huh honey the big black witchcraft rock Uh huh honey the big black witchcraft rock
Hear me now, hear me now Hear the voice of common sense spinning round Hear me now, hear me now Don't believe that you'll always be a hound Hear me now, hear me now Stop being a round peg in a square hole I wonder : may do-gooders be wrong ? Do it, do it right ! Do it, do it right ! Do it, do it right ! Do it, do it right !
Dear sir or madam, I don't normally write to the press But the neighborhood where I grew up is really quite depressed Society is crumbling but the media's obsessed with boobs, bums Dot-com millionaires, fame, fashion, FTSE shares But people they couldn't care less While parliamentary yobbos shout abuse around the house Do-gooders and reformers lead our nation to defeat While murderers and terrorists get compassionate release You're out now, you're back on the street, yeah, back on the street That's why I remain yours truly, confused N10 I close my eyes and lay back and I think of England I dream about that green and pleasant land we knew as England That throne of kings, that sceptred isle set in a silver sea Has turned into a laughing stock divided without harmony That's why I remain yours truly, confused N10 The burglars have ransacked all the houses in the street While Mercs and Posches double park with sheer impunity When towed away the ponces plead to all and sundry Referee, what about me?
Noisy nancies perforating any upbeat cosmo vision Adult smiles are insolent, our happiness called imposition Superior warnings leading to withdraw from good adjudgements Congenial nursemaids need to condone sexual harassments And maybe you're worth it or maybe you're not, but who is deciding to say what you've got Additional rethinking of life causes a call for action And you're a lightning and you've caught up, come reach for the stars and give it a shot And don't you look back for perfection Recondite metaphors try to explain Do-gooders labradors want to remain Leap of faith your world's transforming Enter brave they'll stay adoring Get some self awareness of increasing confidence Unshaken confidence Slightest changes in routine increasing social behavior Worlds nicest capacity is always small as it's in danger Fragile philosophy tries to hide serious progress Newest catastrophe tries teach that you're worthless Recondite metaphors try to explain Do-gooders labradors want to remain Leap of faith your world's transforming Enter brave they'll stay adoring Get some self awareness of increasing confidence Unshaken confidence
We take responsibility You can rely on us Sit back and relax Concentrate on your own life again May it be long and promising We take care of the social transformation We can do it! Because we are the do-gooders Do-gooders We build the firewalls for a strong democracy So that you can develop undisturbed In your own social environment We shield you from all hatred and superstition Believe us, your life will be much easier!
Our land is dandy But unfortunately We have to share it With these fucking oinkers These private swine Disguised As do-gooders So we'll fly Through coiled vines With ineffable Complexity In search Of escape And I want out Right fucking now I want out Terracotta cunts Gather And proliferate Leap between Molly-coddled narcissism And severe criticism Diminishing pride Of this corporeal, bodily plane Your traditional values are self-defeating Long has vanquished the emphasis on the individual Here The laughably bizarre Can feel dignified Assuming their wit Is strong and intact Applauding oddities
Well I'm an average common dude I spit on bums and in your food But I know that it's only for a laugh And I don't ever worry none I can do whatever I want Because I am a Purposeful Dirtbag Well I slap my grandma in the face And I spray my grandpa's eyes with mace I'm a problem child, that's a fact And I'm in your homes and in your schools Teaching kids to act like tools And breed another Purposeful Dirtbag And I don't fear anything I don't love anyone The only thing I ever wanna do Is undo what the do-gooders done And everybody says to me They'll lock you up one day you'll see But I'll make sure they never get the chance Cos I'll run for office and I'll win I did it once and I'll do it again The world sure loves a Purposeful Dirtbag And if I ever fight a man I don't even raise my hands I just simply nudge him in the tracks And then I run on down to Mexico And meet some chicks and eat tacos The world is wide for a Purposeful Dirtbag And I don't fear anything I don't love anyone The only thing I ever wanna do Is undo what the do-gooders done Yes it's quite a life here that I lead It's a lonely one but it sure suits me What could others have that I might lack?
Mike Pentangeli won't snitch I'll rent a room at the Ritz I'll sip a fifth of the whisk I'll smoke a dub in the tub Then I will split both my wrists I'll pull a sword on you simps Just for the flick of the wrist Kitchen ain't givin' a miss Me and Mike skip away whistlin' and grin Every day's golden when you only win Bullyin' bastards and beatin' on beats Sounds like a day at the beach, preach I keep the metals to step on your feet Before you can speak, blaow to defeat We move on one to ones, you think I'm meek You think I'm lyin', you right, see my teeth Don't be a bore when I roar if I move Hunting's no fun when your prey doesn't move I'll put a gun to a bunny like choose Say somethin' funny or bunny go boom You got a bevy of shit you could groove We'd like to thank you for choosing our crew And that's from the crew you can trust Warranty plus for fuckin' shit up We are the no-gooders, do-gooders Known to the dancers and dealers and doers of dust
It really kinda takes the sheen off people getting rich Like maybe rich is not the holy ever lovin' king of nothin' fuckers Know we know you're bluffin' You are dealing with the motherfuckin' money-money runners It'd be a lie if I told you that I ever disdained the fortune and fame But the presence of the pleasure never abstained me from any of the pain When my mother transitioned to another plane I was sitting on a plane Tellin' her to hold on and she tried hard but she just couldn't hang Been two years, truth is I'll probably never be the same Dead serious, it's a chore not to let myself go insane It's crippling, make you want lean on a cup of Promethazine But my queen say she need a king Not another junkie, flunky rapper fiend Friends tell her he could be another Malcolm, he could be another Martin She told her partner I need a husband more than the world need another martyr Made in Atlanta, Georgia, where I use to ride the MARTA With a empty .22 in the front pocket of my Braves starter Tryna make it out the mud as a baby father is much harder The same children that you love, and adore The court will use to break and rob ya Circumstance woulda broke weaker man, but I put it on my momma I'm a man of honor and the hardship made me a better money runner This is for the never heard Never even get a motherfuckin' word This is for my sister Sarah, honey I'm so sorry you were hurt (hey) This is for the dawn, momma took a knock, had to change the locks Dusted up but brushed off and I watched talk about a boss For the holders of a shred of heart even when you wanna fall apart When your surrounded by the fog Treadin' water in the ice cold dark When they got you you feelin' like a fox runnin' from another pack a dogs Put the pistol and the fist up in the air We are there, swear to God Black child in America, the fact that I made it's magic Black and beautiful, the world broke my momma heart, and she died an addict God blessed me to redeem her in my thoughts, words and my actions Satisfaction for the Devil, goddammit, he'll never ever have it This is for the do-gooders that the no-gooders used and then abused For the truth tellers tied to the whippin' post Left beaten, battered, bruised For the ones whose body hung from a tree like a piece of strange fruit Go hard, last words to the firing squad was, "Fuck you too" "This is the story of a couple of small time hustlers Framed by crooked cops and forced to make a run for their lives Nothin' but a bag of money, a stolen Buick Grand National And each other to their names They ain't friends, exactly These guys have a better chance of killing each other Than beating the odds No sir, they're brothers, and when the chips are down I really don't think you want to bet against Yankee and the Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Yankee and the Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Yankee and the Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Yankee and the Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Yankee and the Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Yankee and the Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Oh, Yankee and the Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Yankee and the Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave
All you do is feel so suicidal While she's out with the lights out With the lights out Yeah out with the lights All of the lights All the time All the time All the time All the time All your time Don't remember things that I told you Don't say anything that you won't do Don't let anybody else in your way Pinch your nose and flow into mashugana Quit pretending to be such a do-gooder Just accept the changes, it's who you are Work hard so at least you can have a say Stop expecting presents on your birthday Don't waste your breath wishing yourself away Your way Yahweh Your way Yahweh Your way
I'm leavin', what why you scratchin' your face like that man? Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder) Does anybody like real music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah Does anybody like realmusic?
People tell me I'm no good Cos I'm expressin' all my sentiments Now I got to channel all my vehemence For the benefit of my self defence And you can be a do gooder But true sincerity ain't charity It can take a life time to be How you wanna be. You can be light years Away from serious intention And I thought I knew it all Someday I'd get to turn mankind This way If you don't know you can be light years Away from your true destination.
Here to hunt these new plastic Christ These new idols pure and mild like Holy bible Daddy’s money give you the life you want Every move is thought through No respect for who gives blood and sweat Puppets of the biz will love your marquettes My voice,out from the crowd My voice, so scared and loud They’re everything you desire, I am the spitfire They like suck popsicle, I am the diabolical If you want to be like them follow these simple rules First- the imagine It doesn’t matter who you are, ignorance is bliss Second -Emptiness The average listener will give you greatness Third- speak about shit That’s the way to transform every fart in a hit Fourth- be a do-gooder They are the new linph of this fuckin new society
United by music and haircuts A brand new army of suits that got sewn up To fit the smiles of the do-gooders parade But it is not our nation state that needs to be saved A glamorous posturing of old design So join the safety crusade and we all feel fine Yeah you have been noble but bullshit is all I see Uniting people around nationality Hey what does this mean We're building bigger walls around you and me and I said Hey who's really been saved by the united artists' crusade United by features of excess Passing out crumbs at their convenience And the upper-class is laughing at us yet Since you keep missing the target A soothing tone of a whole lot of nothing Entertainment aid to try to prove something While the power that produces poverty Still remains intact for you and me Hey what does this mean We're building bigger walls around you and me and I said Hey who's really been saved by the united artists' crusade
Beware of the false prophets, who preach in the park. 2. Beware of the do-gooder, who stays in the dark. 3. Beware of the false teacher, he’ll steer you away. 4. Beware of the fake preacher, he’ll get in your way.
The misanthropic do-gooder Sovereign in his claim Come one come all you're all invited To declare your name He stands poised to protect his And wants you to believe That you and he are brothers born Beyond society Freedom isn't one Solid definition Competing visions run Colliding in decisions Democracy it runs With pain so persistent With incremental steps And widening perspective The big events are born From reform and tradition Tempered on the anvil Of a more perfect vision Does history repeat or rhyme Is always the question Today is tomorrow and yesterday We all play in the crossroads In the crosshairs of time We try to find a way We try to find a way home Just like nature shuns A monoculture stasis History begun With trillions of our faces Collapse may never come Arrogance is deadly Relinquish and preserve Nature's freedom medley Does history repeat or rhyme Is always the question Today is tomorrow and yesterday We all play in the crossroads In the crosshairs of time Today is tomorrow and yesterday We all play in the crossroads In the crosshairs of time We try to find a way We try to find a way home
Good Mister Sheriff don't go getting in my way You know I'm gonna get my revenge Me and my riders don't care if we're indicted They're never gonna do that again I'm on the run cos I'm a son of a gun And I got a bigger price on my head And when they talk you'll here them Cursing the name of Billy The Kid And all the world will shout And I'm an outlaw now I'll set the sky ablaze When I avenge my faith And all the world will shout And I'm an outlaw now And I'll defy your say When I avenge my faith Good Mister Sheriff I ain't facing no jury You gotta shoot a gun to survive And you do-gooders you ain't covered in glory You're never gonna take me alive They're on the run but they got nowhere to hide in Cos I'm the fastest gun in the west And when they talk you'll hear them Cursing my name cos I'm Billy The Kid
I wonder if you'd believe this as a solution to the aboriginal problem Heard the worst of the aborigines into one area And put a chemical in their water that sent them sterile In time there would be none of them left Well that solution has been put forward by none other than One of the premiers closest friends West Australian mining magnate Lang Hancock Those who've been assimilated into you know earning good living Or earning wages amongst the civilised areas That have been accepted into society And they have accepted society and can handle society Id leave them well alone The ones that are no good to themselves and cant accept things The half-caste and this is where most of the trouble come I would date the water up so that they were sterile And would breed themselves out in future And that would solve the problem The Do-Gooders came along and these bureaucrats and the rest of them Who write great thesis on things down south about problems in the north And they decided that they better go and civilise these savages of ours So they bough them into the towns Threw them in amongst the people And they close their eyes and shut their eyes To the problems that confront the white population
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