Destined For Game Show Glory

by The Crashing Falcon

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released March 27, 2010

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Track Name: DANCE DANCE
Silence us if you dare...
We are the REVOLUTION!!!
Track Name: DEAR FRIENDS
Ladies & Gentlemen: Dear friends:
That Bronze Age text was written by men...
Along with your New Testament & Koran...
To trust in these words is to trust those dead men...
Those ancient shepherds of gullible flocks...
Who thought the world flat...
Who thought the germs they could not see... Plagues on devils' wings...
Circular reasoning you cannot square...
The worst lies are not the ones you tell others,
But the ones you tell yourself...
So was is it Yahweh of the Canaanite Pantheon that cures cancer,
Or the doctors who cut it out?!
We are not yet rational...
So when you pray, you better move your feet!
Track Name: ORCUS
Time is the enzyme that digests mountains...
The hour hand guillotines away!!!
Track Name: OPHIUCHUS
Rain Drop, the ocean calls you home!
The river in the basement is rising!
The ceiling in the basement is only so high!
Oh, Rattle Snakes of Shame; Save Us!
Do you drown your population?
Do you drink your own potion?
Fork the moment... Beware your bite...
So your teeth don’t hit the silverware...
Sand slipping through fingers...

This is the Death Card in the Tarot Deck!
Shuffle ‘til your hands start to bleed!
There are no obstacles for the inevitable step
Into the White of Sleep!!!

Illness draped in dreams...The seamless sequence...
A pillow case firmly pressed against the future’s face...
Close the coffin... Seal the tomb...
Hope that bugs don’t reach the rotting remains...
Shed the Exoskeleton of Ideas...
We were the insects all along...
The infestation of Earth!!!
Track Name: We would have signed to Victory, but they didn't offer a 401k.
No, Asshole...
We are well aware of this..
There is no future in this...
This Compulsion...
Fabricating Loud Emotions...
Without the context of a proper situation...
Another beatdown soundtrack to a scene...
So Pretentious, so stuck in its tradition...
Perhaps we owe an apology for playing our part...
And when they ask you, “What’s your major?”
You tell them, “Rock & Roll!!!”
You tell those SonsOfBitches, “Rock & Roll!!!”
And your plan is “International!!!”
This Noise is on our terms,
So you can take your 15 minutes,
And shove them up your ass..
As if we can waste time
With another metaphor about this wasting of time...
Track Name: SOULTRAIN FOR WHITEY
Before you Stonewall Jackson affirmative action...
Before you forget your inheritance...
Was mostly ignorance...
Before you secret handshake at your Klu Klux Clambake...
Let me remind you...
We all bleed red!!!!
And we all love money too!!!
Boiled down to the deepest green
That human greed will bind us in our pettiness...
The color of cash!!!
There’s a lazy way out in a welfare check,
Yet it’s more respectable whipping out bucks
Out of the backs of others...?
Was it the black man that laid you off?!
Or the white CEO who was on the go?!
Who was on the take...
Who was in the know..
Make no mistake who is in control!!!
All of this ends when we let go...
Of our bitterness...
This is truth: We all prejudge...
Track Name: Jesus Juice
A germaphobe...
That has bathed in the blood of of goats...
Curses to ye old friends...
As a call for revolution has been reduced to selling shoes...
It would be quite fitting for Michael Jackson
To be eaten alive by beetles...
Behind deadbolts at the Neverland Ranch,
Chapters might have been modified in Peter Pan
As if the great Greek goat god lost his flute
In the crotch of the lost boys,
While the pied piper of pop plays their tune
To steal back his childhood...
Drink your Jesus juice, lost boys;
You might not want to remember this...
Raw hide! Whip them little boys...
They will know him by his number...
7 7 7: Jack pot!!!
A small burden for parents to bare...
As they sacrifice their children
For an out-of-court settlement...
Exodus 22:29!!!
“The first born of thy sons thou shall give unto me”
Drink that Jesus juice, cuz:
The more you drink, the less you think!
Track Name: Ceasar Abushtus
Religion on the sleeve is definitely an insincere shirt!
It is the uniform of a salesman...
War is what they’re selling,
Along with trickle down economics:
That just means we’re getting pissed on!
From that beer that you drank with that boot wearing blue collar.
(It’s really not white: that’s just a cocaine stain.)
Now here’s what I’m selling:
I present to you 2 coffins...
In one is the aborted fetus of a Bush twin’s drunken encounter;
In the other, a dead fag: Fuhrer Falwell’s new Jew...
Still legal and no new amendments...
So what were you voting for?
Sieg heil: Commander-in-thief:
The new forged sword of the christian crusade!
The conservative reich: the american right!
It’s sad that the “pro life” party is cutting out the pro life programs.
Save the unborn lives then curse them into poverty and crime...
He waits ‘til it’s born,
yet while it’s still attached to the umbilical cord,
he diarrheas right in its crying mouth,
in front of the young mother’s eyes,
on the delivery room floor...
Trickle down economics just means we’re getting shit on...
I present to you 2 coffins draped in American flags...
In one, heroin from Afghan warlords...
In the other, a dead soldier...
I present to you 2 overflowing cemeteries;
In one: Dead Soldiers...
In the other: Civilian Casualties...
Trickle down economics just means we’re getting bled to death...
Track Name: Whacked Out Baby Dealin’ Motha Fuckas
33% of all pregnancies end in... end in....
End in miscarriage...
That makes your god
The biggest fucking baby killer of them all!!!
Yahweh knocked up Mary
At the age of 13:
A Holy Ghost Pedophile:
Father=Son=Mother Fucker!!!
Trinity Logic Examination!!!
And for the elders at the Mormon compound,
Little girls are auctioned off...
Whacked out baby dealin’ mother fuckers:
Whacked out on crack! On smack!
On the medicine cabinet!
God eats abortions!!!
Take your baby to the store...
Trade it in and buy some more...
Don’t abort and don’t adopt:
Pop the sucker out and make a swap!
If you get your way one day,
Buy stock in coat hanger production...
Place bets on spontaneous infant crib death...
Acquire building contracts for prisons
For a fresh new flood of the desperate poor...
And tell those victims
That their rapists’ reproductive rights
Trump their own...
Hey, Little Girl:
Those Latter Day Saints are gonna rock your world!!!
Don’t let that abortion go to waste:
Feed the homeless!!!