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The Decline

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 -- man's destiny
Blame it on the greediocracy -- greediocraty
The fear of god,
The fear of change,
The fear of truth

Add the bill of rights subtract the wrongs -- There's no answer
Memorize and sing star spangled songs -- When the questions
Aren't ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past
Were 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 by the park, under stone, under pine
There's the 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
A kill is why we breed

The christians love their guns
The church and NRA
Pray for their salvation,
Prey on the lower faiths
The story book's been read
And every line believed
The curriculum's been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched & 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, 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 someones 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
'Start with assumption,
That a million people are smart,
Smarter than 1

Serotonin's gone
She gave up
Drifted away

Sara fled thought 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
Victims of the laissez faire
10,000 voices, a 100 guns,
a100 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, yeah
The televisions 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 (make you care)
Not designed to make you care (make you care)
They're betting you won't care (you won't...)

'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 whores
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 to keep me safe,
One more prayer to keep us harm,
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


The human
Is failing.
The future
Written off.
The odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a&nbsp; 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 the victim of our own design
With status quo
Built on suspect.
Why would anyone stick out their neck
Fellow members
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!


Additional musicians:
Spike -- backing vocals.
Lars Nylander -- trombone.

Recorded at Motor Studios in San Francisco, June 1999

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