Read these words carefully and heed them, for they are the truth:

(Special Thanks to NOFX for writing such a kickass and much NEEDED song)

 

 


Where are all these stupid people from
And how did they get to be so dumb
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings

Blame it on human nature, man's destiny
Blame it on the Greediocracy
The fear of God, the fear of change, fear of truth

Add the Bill of Rights
Subtract the wrongs, there's no answers
Memorize and sing
Star spangled songs, when the questions
Aren't ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past
We're living in united stagnation

Father what have I done.
I took that 22.
A gift for me from you to bed with me each night.
Kept it clean polished it well.
Cherished every cartridge every shell

Down by the creek under brush under dirt.
There's a carcass of my second kill.
Down at the park under stone under pine.
There's a carcass of my brother William.
Brother where have you gone to I swear.
I never thought I could I see so many times.
They told me to shoot straight, don't pull.
The trigger squeeze, that will insure a kill

A kill is what you want.
To kill is why we breed.

The Christians love their guns, the church, and NRA
Pray for their salvation
Prey on lower faiths
The story book's been read
And every line believed
The curriculum's been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched and seized

Jerry spent some
Time in Michigan


A 20 year vacation
After all he had a dime


A dime is worth a
Lot more in Detroit


A dime in California
Just a 20 dollar fine


Jerry only stayed
A couple months


It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass

Asphyxiation is simple and fast

It beats 17 fun years
Of being someone's bitch

Don't think
(Drink your wine)
Watch the fire burn
(His problems not mine)
Just be that model citizen

I wish I had a schilling for every senseless killing
I'd buy a government. America's for sale and
You can get a good deal on it and make a healthy
Profit, or maybe tear it apart you start with
Assumption, that a million people are smarter than 1

Serotonin's gone she gave up drifted away
Sara fled though process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear

10,000 messages a day a million more transmissions lay
Dead victims of the laissez faire 10,000 voices
100 guns, 100 decibels turns to one, one bullet
One empty head now with serotonin gone

The man that used to speak.  Performs a cute routine.  Feel a little patronized.  Don't feel bad. They found a way inside your head.  And you feel a bit misled.  It's not that they don't care.

The television's put a thought inside your head

Like a Barry Manilow Jingle

I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony

A symphonic blank stare.

 

It doesn't make you care.
Not designed to make you care.
They're betting you wont care.

They'll place a wager on your greed.
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when a million others tried

(We are the whore.)
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised

One more pill to kill the pain,
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain,


Living through conformity

One more prayer should keep me safe.
One more prayer to keep us safe
One more prayer to keep us safe

There's gonna be a better place

Lost the battle lost the war lost the things
Worth living for lost the will to win the fight

One more pill to kill the pain

The going gets tough the tough get debt
Don't pay attention pay the rent our next of kins
Pay for your sins a little faith should keep us safe

Save us

The human existence is failing.
Resistance essential.

The future written off.

The odds are astronomically against us

Only a moron and a genius would fight

A losing battle against the super Ego

When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go on with our lives.

We know the truth but prefer lies.


Lies are simple.

Simple is bliss.

 

Why go against tradition when we can admit defeat.

 

Live in decline.

 

Be their victim of our own design.
With status quo built on suspect.
Why would anyone stick out their neck?

Fellow member of club.
We've got ours.

I'd like to introduce you to our host.
He's got his and I've got mine.

 

Meet

THE DECLINE