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Fugazi
In On The Kill Taker
Pride no longer has definition
Everybody wears it, it always fits
A state invoked for the lack of position
Stength is the bait that keeps us so busy
If it's perforated, then tear it to bits
All sense was lost in the frenzy
They should never...
Thouch the ground
Irony is the refuge of the educated
Always complaining but they never quit
Cool's eternal, but it's always dated
They should never...
Thouch the ground
It's not worth, it's the investment
That keeps us tied up in all these string
We draw lines & stand behind them
That's why flags are such ugly things
That they should never...
Thouch the ground
The eyes have it & the eyes always will
The eyes have it & they're watching you still
???
I'll be watching, cos I
Public witness charter, look out don't touch
Public witness said he's seeing too much
???
I'll be watching, cos I
I like to walk around & I'm paid to stand around
I like to walk around & I'm paid to stand around
I like to walk around & I'm paid to stand around
I like to walk around & I'm paid to stand, stand around
I like to walk around & I'm paid to stand around
I like to walk around & I'm paid to stand around
I like to walk around & I'm paid to stand around
I like to walk around & I'm paid to stand around
Public witness seen it all
Fine disservice
Deceptive, too
Check for the sender
Sender was you
Caught me wide open
No simple burn
This is complicated
Calls for return
Fine disservice
Intended, too
Check for the sender
Sender was you
The point has been recorded, the malice has been revealed
When I stripped away the humor from the arrow it concealed
Sharpened & soaked in urine, it was meant to spread disease
But now discovered becomes the sweet antithesis
Returning the screw
Returning the screw
Returning the screw
Returning the screw
Returning the screw
Returning the screw
It comes back to you
Smallpox champion, U. S. of A.
Give natives some blankets warm like the grave
This is the pattern cut from the cloth
This is the pattern designed to take you...
Right out, right out, right out, right out, right out, right out
Right out, right out, right out, right out, right out, right out
This is the frontier with winter's so cold
Greed informs action where action makes bold
To take all the cotton that's cut from the stalk
Weave in the disease that's gonna wipe you...
Right out, right out, right out, right out, right out, right out
Right out, right out, right out, right out, right out, right out
What is good for the future
What was good for the past
What is good for the future, won't last
What is good for the future
What was good for the past
What is good for the future, won't last
Bury your heart, U. S. of A.
History rears up to spit in your face
You saw what you wanted you took what you saw
We know how you got it, your method equals...
Wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out
Wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out
The end of the frontier and all that you own
Under the blankets of all that you've done
Memory serves us to serve you yet
Memory serves us never let you...
Wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out
Wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out, wipe out
What is good for the future
What was good for the past
What is good for the future, won't last
What is good for the future
What was good for the past
What is good for the future, won't last
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-champion
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-champion
You'll get yours
You'll get yours
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-champion
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-champion
Wipe out
Why don't you come to my house
Why don't you drag me right out
Past all the shit that I said I'm saying
Why don't you cut up my mouth
And I don't care what you use
Just don't ask me to choose
I forced a field to allow you
That's not so easy to do
I said I said what I said I want you to help me
Hey! Surrender rend it it's yours
Out in the open we're wide open
Hey! Surrender rend it it's yours
??? enough with the process of
Hey! Surrender rend it it's yours
Out in the open we're wide open
Night light comes into my room
Some shade of bruise-colored blue
Moves through my mind like a chemical
Imbalance on schedule
My tasting face to the floor
Passive abject I'm sure
I lick my lips when I need it
Don't want to lick them no more
I said I said what I said I want you to help me
Hey! Surrender rend it it's yours
Out in the open we're wide open
Hey! Surrender rend it it's yours
??? enough with the process of
Surrender rend it it's yours
Out in the open we're wide open
Surrender rend it it's yours
Yours
Yours
Yours
Yours
My marvelous love
My love song
My love song
My marvelous love
My love song
My love song
My
Love
Song
Went
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
A name
I recognize that name
't was at the center
Some ticker tape parade
The lead story
A fine example
A name
A name
A name
I recognize that name
't was at the center
Some magnifying glass
The lead story
A fine example
A name
A name
He used to pretend
He was fighting some war somewhere
Now everything depends
On fighting some war
He never thought he'd be an exclamation point
A demonstration of his disease
A punctuation mark
A household name with H.I.V.
Still, it's just still...
Sound
Shut up, shut up
This is my last fiction
Crush my calm, you cassavetes
Sitting tight so quiet, quiet
In the dark til the lights came up
Heart beating like a riot, riot
Hollywood are you waiting on a sign
Someone to come on bust a genre
You poor city of shame
Ask me what you're needing I'll sell you his name
Cos he was the one to send it with truth
That's something from someone and Gena Rowlands
Complete control for cassavetes
Not for sale you can't buy it, buy it
Sad-eyed mogul reaching for your wallet
Like hand to holster why don't you try it, try it
Hollywood are you waiting on a sign
Someone to come on bust a genre
You poor city of shame
Ask me what you're needing I'll front you his name
Cos he was the one to send it with truth
That's something from someone and Gena Rowlands
Shut up, this is my last fiction
So shut up, shut up, this is my last fiction
Got a lot of question for me
Got a lot of question for me
Got your finger pointing at me
Distrusted
I look for wires when I'm talking to you
Distrusted
I look for wires when I'm talking to...
You'd make a great cop
And you'd make a great cop
And you'd make a great cop
You fuck
Got a lot of question for me
Got your finger pointing at me
Distrusted
I look for wires when I'm talking to you
Distrusted
I look for wires when I'm talking to...
You'd make a great cop and
You'd make a great cop
You'd make a great cop
You'd make a great cop
You'd make
You'd make a great
Fragile stem
Asleep at stop light again
Red dressed in red drenched in red spreading red ever red
Fragile stem
Veering for control again
Change lanes explain how strain defers the impact of speed
On -- on, on, on, on -- on past gone
Gone -- gone, gone, gone -- gone past -- past, past, past -- on
Fragile stem
Made your own road again
Scars crash and glass made you laugh you'd show it off to your friends
Fragile stem
Lay down your arms and then
Steer into the headlights like the dead light of the last sun you'll see
On -- on, on, on, on -- on past gone
Gone -- gone, gone, gone -- gone past -- past, past, past -- on
Gone
Steering into headlights and you're gone
Yeah!
Steering into headlights and you're gone
That one is predetermined
That one, it finds another
This one comes in one window
Sliding out the other
We need an instrument
We need an instrument
To take a measurement
To find out if loss could weigh
We need to know value
We need to place value
In case it all comes true
Could it be loss could weigh?
That one is predetermined
That one, it finds another
This one comes in one window
Sliding out the other
It's always they that's dying
But now it's we that's dying
So sooner comes the trying
To understand what loss could weigh
We've been dragged through the fire
We bragged about that fire
But suddenly we're tired
Could it be that loss could weigh?
Weigh, weigh, weigh
Could it be that loss could weigh?
Loss could weigh
Loss could weigh
Loss could weigh
Loss could
Loss could
Weigh, weigh, weigh, weigh
Coughing
Inside your coffin
Like at the bottom
Of the sea
Inside you're breathing
To numb for asking
So I will leave it
Outside your door
Warning
The treat of morning
That just extends you
Another day
Some lights were shinning
Not much for seeing
But you'll be leaving
The way you came
Shot shooting, shot shot
Shot shooting yourself again for what
To taste all the waste
Shot shooting, shot shot
Shot shooting yourself again for what
To taste all the waste
Flare
Flare fakes a flower
A burnt-out shower
No-one can see
You were needing
Too shy for asking
So I will leave it
Outside your door
Pulse stalls
Uncut but clotted
When you had though it
Would force a flow
Some lights were shining
Not much for seeing
But you believe in
The way you came
Shot shooting, shot shot
Shot shooting yourself again for what
To taste all the waste
Shot shooting, shot shot
Shot shooting yourself again for what
To taste all the waste
Fugazi.
Brendan Canty -- drums.
Joe Lally -- bass guitar.
Ian MacKaye -- guitar & vocals.
Guy Picciotto -- vocals & guitar.
Recorded at Inner ear Studios 12/92
Produced by ted Niceley & Fugazi
Engineered by Don Zientara
Graphic concept & assemblage by Jem Cohen