lyrics ©
2014 John Newlands and Rachael Charbonneau
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- Holy Dollar
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- Sociopaths' Social Club
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- Know To The Police
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- Train Rolled On
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- This Place
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- Empire Lounge
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- Listen Tonight
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- Peace Never Had A Chance
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- The Future
To Milton we pray
In Warren we trust
Vanity, gluttony, greed and lust
Vanity, gluttony, greed and lust
Church of the holy dollar
The eucharistic purse
Low priests in slipknot collars
Do miracles in reverse
Do miracles in reverse
To covet is fine
It shows you as our kind
But a mantra most divine
Is: "I take what is rightfully mine"
In Warren we trust
To Milton we pray
The colour of money is smokestack grey
The colour of money is smokestack grey
Church of the holy dollar
The eucharistic purse
Low priests in slipknot collars
Do miracles in reverse
Do miracles in reverse
Do miracles in reverse
Do miracles in reverse
Muzak the message by megaphone
To the mass distraction zone
We've got them believing in alchemy
And anything else is blasphemy
Gold magic
Gold magic
Gold magic
Gold magic
Study the ledgers of the sacred text
You will know what happens next
Same as always, rest assured
Fuck the future and fuck the poor
Fuck the future and fuck the poor
Forget the lie about boats and a tide
Grab your fortune and get inside
This ain't rock and roll
This is omnicide
Finally made my stash
Found some friends in the sun
They're no fools, yeah they make the rules
And they carry the biggest guns
Now the plan is to keep on taking
Until there's nothing left
They've even a guardian angel
They call him IMF
Once I was ostracized
For thinking I was god
But knocking knees with these VIPs
I get the knowing nods
Back home I'd get inspected
By Dr. Rubber Room
But here I am respected
By tireless tycoons
We will never be perfectly set up
There will never be nearly enough
If you were to give us everything we want
Sadly, you would be missing the point
We're the blue chip thugs
Doing power drugs
With Beelzebub
At the Sociopaths' Social Club
Fuck the future and fuck the poor
Fuck the future and fuck the poor
Misunderstood by low society
My twisted need to watch things bleed
Is fed at the SSC
Who can feel the most entitled?
Like Tony in his swivel chair
All billionaires who need a bailout
To remain billionaires
A round for my pals
Monsanto, Gildan and Barrick, my buddies from RBC
Absolutely no empathy for misery
They see themselves in me
We will do the workers over
And know no consequence
Condemn the world to ruin
From behind the government fence
We will never be perfectly set up
There will never be nearly enough
If you were to give us everything we want
Sadly, you would be missing the point
We're the blue chip thugs
Doing power drugs
With Beelzebub
At the Sociopaths' Social Club
3 - Known To
The Police (A or B)
B...
The owner isn't in town tonight
He's waiting for a connecting flight
Checking his stocks in the lounge
Barrick is up
The natives are down
Which one would you say
Is known to the police?
Which one do you think
Is known to the police?
A...
Here's your sister
Oppression resister
Yeh yeh
Sowing seeds in
Paved over Eden
For all
Always loud and clear against the war
She's still pretty sure that two plus two is four
B...
The answer's five if the margin's sweet
Warren's disciple thinks on his feet
Gotta stay real, nothing is free
Pin on a map
Caspian Sea
Which one would you say
Is known to the police?
Which one do you think
Is known to the police?
...And those low priests in slipknot collars
And those low priests in slipknot collars...
Which one would you say
Is known to the police?
Which one do you think
Is known to the police?
Which one would you say
Is known to the police?
Which one do you think
Is known to the police?
...And those low priests in slipknot collars
And those low priests in slipknot collars...
"All aboard," cried the bankers
"All aboard," cried the anchors
"Think again," whispered the wilderness
What starts wrong will end wrong
Latest twist on an old song
Train rolled on
Until the coal was gone
Train rolled on
Stalled in a deadly dawn
The last of the capital class
Took off for Mars
Never made it past the moon
Could not resist
Yet another techno fix
Kevlar walls and super guns
Factory-shiny in the sun
This is what they thought of you
This is what they thought of you
What starts wrong will end wrong
Latest twist on an old song
Train rolled on
Until the coal was gone
Train rolled on
Stalled in a deadly dawn
The light in the silicon night
Flickered and died
Virtual pride erased
Binary code
Isolation overload
To enslave the dispossessed
Was the best way to invest
This is what they thought of you
This is what they thought of you
What starts wrong will end wrong
Latest twist on an old song
Train rolled on
Until the coal was gone
Train rolled on
Stalled in a deadly dawn
Oh how much will we kill
Kill of water, kill of soil and sky?
When the grandkids get the bill
They will wonder, they will wonder why
I feel I need to break it down
Or be misunderstood
This place is not plunder for cutthroat corporations
This place, this place is a sovereign nation
This place is not equity for lazy profit chasers
This place, this place is the base
So lose that false allegiance to the tv, to the
mall
There's a deep green voice inside you
Will you heed the call
Of this place?
And those externalities
Our computers cannot calculate
Land reduced to royalties
See the commons stripped down to freight
Free marketeer gets subsidized
Then that gangster climbs a notch on Forbes
Politicians sell the poor the lies
When they should be falling on their swords
I feel I need to break it down
Or be misunderstood
This place is not plunder for cutthroat corporations
This place, this place is a sovereign nation
This place will not benefit from reckless speculation
This place, this place is the foundation
So kick that sad addiction to a dream of boundless
space
We need science without fiction
Can you see the face
Of this place?
Give it up for Omnicide
Red flags wave in the petro air
In the dusk of the industriocene
So it's back to the drawing board
To build bigger and better machines
Clutching at the tail of the master we serve
We joy ride down the back slope of Hubbert's curve
When the band plays happy hour
At the Empire Lounge
All raise hands 'round the fountain
When the clock rings from the tower
"The city's coming down"
We listen like standing stones
We listen like standing stones
We listen like standing stones
Absolutely Rapa Nui
Cling to days of wine and roses
And promises our leaders could never keep
Required to admire the emperor's clothes
Naked in a nightmare without sleep
Clutching at the tail of the master we serve
We joy ride down the back slope of Hubbert's curve
When the band plays happy hour
At the Empire Lounge
All raise hands 'round the fountain
When the clock rings from the tower
"The city's coming down"
We listen like standing stones
We listen like standing stones
We listen like standing stones
Give it up for giving up
When told control is happiness
When power promises a kiss
We close our eyes
...and the train rolls on...
When the band plays happy hour
At the Empire Lounge
All raise hands 'round the fountain
When the clock rings from the tower
"The city's coming down"
We listen like standing stones
We listen like standing stones
We listen like standing stones
Once again in history's frame
The root of all remains the same
The sane imprisoned
The mad empowered
Nature howls in a desperate hour
But in a winter dark
Or in a summer high
Will the wild things walk
Under starlit skies
In this place?
There is no place that isn't the scene of the crime
My love and I listen tonight like it's the last
time
Like it's the last time
The bees are out in their summer fields
There is something in their buzzing
Ominous and real
There is no place that isn't the scene of the crime
My love and I listen today like it's the last time
Like it's the last time
The leaves and the breeze dance their verano
But the music will not take us
Where we used to go
There is no place that isn't the scene of the crime
My love and I listen tonight like it's the last
time
Like it's the last time
When the time comes round to get your vote
That junk mail reads like a ransom note
All we are saying
Is peace never had a chance
All we are saying
Is peace never had a chance
It's not that they don't understand
Peace was never in the plans
Of leaders with their heads in the Alberta sands
After all the bombs that he has spent
Peace still eludes the President
Power has a will, it makes a choice
So filter out the sociopathic noise
And as Orwell spins, the news head speaks
Trotting out the Hitler Of The Week
All we are saying
Is peace never had a chance
All we are saying
Is peace never had a chance
It's not that they don't understand
Peace was never in the plans
Of leaders with their heads in the Alberta sands
Forget the future that you heard about
Good and evil having it out
Here's some gospel where you might begin
The planet wins
The planet wins
Forget the future that is nightmare red
But happens only after you're dead
Stick to your guns or swallow your pride
Either way the planet decides
Either way the planet decides
Either way the planet decides
Money makers stoke the war flames
Think the world is laid out for them
Now we must break their laws to thwart them
For love
Does not place one kind above another
Forget the future that you heard about
Good and evil having it out
Here's some gospel where you might begin
The planet wins
The planet wins
Forget the future that is nightmare red
But happens only after you're dead
Stick to your guns or swallow your pride
Either way the planet decides
Either way the planet decides
Either way the planet decides
Blue chip thugs
Lazy profit chasers
Joy riders, joy riders
Who would keep us in their barless cages
Hitch our fading stars together