LYRICS


Amtrak Out Of Orange County Written by Abel Ashes

Bicycle trails on broccoli puree shrubbery

Giant metal cockroaches speed by

Little plastic cylindrical Playskool people inside on cell phones

The choo-choo shoots under a bridge and through the desert to somebody’s house who is not grandma

Steel monster hula dances on the tracks
Swishing, bouncing, and wobbling on it’s rivets past the foaming white sea and a genuine Orange County Lumber Truck.

The cotton-candied clouds observe as we wobble some more.
This time it feels dangerous.

Shoots of broccoli streak green into my eyes
I’ve never seen broccoli move so fast.

Metal boxes housing wooden boxes, stucco boxes housing people

Marines speed by on Kawasakis, racing towards decapitation,
Their heads shaved for a better bounce.

White blocks of paint mask desperate graffiti on cinder block ugly buildings and the train’s whistle blows like a pterodactyl’s fart.

And Photograph Stars
Written by Abel Ashes

So many boring TV networks praising those narcissist egotist jerks.
If they waste our resources they can just go to Mars and sit in the red dirt and photograph stars.

This is the part where I take off the gloves ’bout phony pop songs that get all the love.
Singin’ “I got the money, all up in the club. You broke my heart but I want your love.”

They’re shoved down our throats and shat from their rears.
That vapid crap is fuckin’ our ears.

Yeah, this is the part where I take off the gloves ’bout phony pop songs that get all the love.
Singin’ “I got the money, all up in the club. You broke my heart and blah, blah, blah love.”

They’re shoved down our throats and shat from their rears.
That vapid crap is fuckin’ our ears.

So many boring TV networks praising those narcissist egotist jerks.
If they waste our resources they can just go to Mars and sit in the red dirt and photograph stars.

Atheists in Mecca Written by Abel Ashes

Atheists in Mecca,
The Vatican in Rome
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem

Atheists in Mosul
The heart of Raqqa too
Smashing mental cages in the human zoo

Atheists in ashrams
Atheists at shrines
Atheists have been around since ancient times

Atheists in churches
Atheists in mosques
Atheists are gonna share our own damn thoughts.

Atheists in office, no apologies
Atheists dismantling theocracies
Atheists in Mecca, Washington and Rome
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem
Atheists in both sides of Jerusalem

الله كذبة (Allah kadhaba). الله كذبة (Allah kadhaba). الله كذبة (Allah kadhaba). الله كذبة (Allah kadhaba).
Deus verus est. Deus verus est. Deus verus est. Deus verus est.

Islamists in Bornu, North of Mali too
I wrote this little song just to say “Fuck you.”
Fuck the Saudi King, the Mullahs in Iran.
Fuck the Taliban in Afghanistan.

Women should be equal you sexist piece of shit.
All you fucking homophobes can go suck dick.
The anti-immigration Christian Taliban ought to be deported to Waziristan.

Ain’t no Final Prophet or special Chosen Ones,
Just a lonely planet orbiting the sun.
So fuck Islamic State and fuck The Holy Land.
God is just the ego in the mind of Man.
God is just the ego in the mind of Man.
God is just the ego in the mind of Man.
God is just the ego in the mind of Man.

God isn’t real. God isn’t real. God isn’t real. God isn’t real.
God isn’t real. God isn’t real. God isn’t real. God isn’t real.

Between the Droughts and the Floods
Written by Abel Ashes

Two hundred feet down and the temp was still warm
So we broke another record with a new super-storm
As the sea levels rise between the droughts and the floods
The climate change deniers’ hands are covered with blood

Coal power, heat on the rise
Depleted soil for miles and miles
As we travel across the land
As we travel across the sea
We find a place where nothing grows in the shades of gray

They leave the countries they know and sacrifice all they own
Because desire to survive is driving them on
Its the smugglers rules for orphans of Mother Earth
When your origin determines both your freedom and worth

Frack water, demand for crude
Sea levels rise with CO2
The methane flares
Bright stupid flames
The GOP has shit for brains

Arctic fires, Antarctic melt
And all the people in-between where the heat wave was felt
Its like a WMD or some nut with a gun
You’ll realize the threat is real when there’s nowhere to run

Blood in the Wake Written by Abel Ashes

They’re selling God…
They’re selling God.
They’re selling guns, selling insurance, and selling mutual funds.

They’re selling God.
They’re selling drugs, selling insurance and selling mutual funds.

Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.

They own the road.
It’s like you’re not even there.
They’ll break your spine and they won’t even care.

They own the road.
It’s like you’re not even there, shatter your bones and they won’t even care.

Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.

Raising the costs of your medical care, poor folks will die.
It’s laissez-faire.

Cut public funds for the medical care, loved ones will die.
It’s laissez-faire.

Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.

Active measures of a cynical kind
Selling fake new for gullible minds.
Oligarchs safe in a blanket of lies
As they target the press who are not on their side.

Disinfo spreads, populists rise
And every other bigot’s got God on his side.
Disinfo spreads, populists rise
And every fucking bigot’s got national pride.

Selling their guns to whoever they can
Racists and creeps, Turner Diaries fans.
Selling their guns to whoever they will
Paranoid freaks with intention to kill.

Psychopaths are born, sociopaths are made
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.
Psychopaths are born and sociopaths are made.

While they recite religious verse
Brainwashing boys, brainwashing girls,
While they recite religious verse
They’re raping boys, they’re raping girls.

Bombing a crowd of a different sect
For some holy reward they’ve been taught to expect.
Bombing a crowd of a different sect
For some holy reward they’ve been taught to expect.

Kill little kids for a God that’s not there,
For some kind of reward somewhere up in the air.
Kill little kids for a God that’s not there,
For some kind of reward somewhere up in the air.

By the Smartphone Light
Written by Abel Ashes

If she’s lookin’ good he just grabs her by the cooch
Pooches out his ugly lips and gives her a big smooch.

Stays up to the crack of dawn to have a Twitter fight
Sharing alt-right talking points by the smartphone light.

He’d rather fund a border wall than American healthcare
And he can’t hide his boner for dictators everywhere.

America is great again. There’s a white man in the house
And he don’t mind white immigrants like his Slavic spouse.

Takes asylum seekers children and puts them in a cage.
Brown people fleeing MS-13 puts him in a rage.

White supremacy’s alive and well with Donald on the case.
Bad ideas bouncin’ ’round his head like junk in outer space.


Commercials Written by Abel Ashes

Here’s some commercials, advertisements
Here’s some commercials you stupid ass
Here’s some commercials, advertisements
Here’s some commercials you stupid ass

It’s craft macaroni with a shitload of cheese
That’s craft macaroni with a shitload of cheese
Craft macaroni with a shitload of cheese
That’s craft macaroni with a shitload of cheese

Here’s some commercials, advertisements
Here’s some commercials you stupid ass
Here’s some commercials, advertisements
Here’s some commercials you stupid ass

Mister hubcap, he’s the wheel smith
Mister hubcap, he’s the real smith
Mister hubcap, hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
Mister hubcap, he’s the wheel smith
Mister hubcap, he’s the real smith
Mister hubcap, hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba

Here’s some commercials, advertisements
Here’s some commercials you stupid ass
Here’s some commercials, advertisements
Here’s some commercials you stupid ass

It used to be the Super Bowl, the Teriyaki Chicken Bowl
It used to be the stupor bowl, the Teriyaki Chicken Bowl
It used to be the Super Bowl, the Teriyaki Chicken Bowl
It used to be the stupor bowl, the Teriyaki Chicken Bowl

Fallin’ Through the Floor Written by Abel Ashes

I’m 92, I’m drunk and bored and dancing like an idiot.
My wife, she died, so no more church.
I’m dancing like an idiot, for sure!
Like an idiot, ’cause sometimes I am bored.
Like an idiot, I know that life is short.
Like an idiot, don’t like it? There’s the door!
I’ll be dancing like an idiot ’til I fall right through this floor!

I love my wife, but now she’s gone and I’m dancing like an idiot.
My wife, she danced for 80 years and I’m dancing like an idiot, for her!
Like an idiot, I loved that little girl.
Like an idiot, my best friend in the world.
Like an idiot, don’t like it? There’s the door!
I’ll be dancing like an idiot ’til I fall right through this floor!

I made my wage in pubs and clubs, but now I’ve reached the end of it.
These streaming sites don’t pay me shit and I do not consent to this at all!
I don’t consent to this! Pay the artist first!
Don’t consent to this! Not content to be content!
Don’t consent to this! Pay the cover at the door!
Spotify can suck it! Where’s the godamn record store?
Spotify can suck it! Where’s the godamn record store?
Spotify can suck it! Where’s the godamn record store?
Spotify can suck it! Where’s the godamn record store?

Food in My Gut Written by Abel Ashes

I got the blues so fucking bad.
I heard the news. I’m fucking sad.
I don’t need you to council me.
I just need you to leave me be.
Just ’cause I need food in my gut
Don’t mean that I will kiss your butt.

Man cannot live by bread alone.
Life is so short. It’s just on loan.
They say you reap what you have sown.
I plant my seeds. They do not grow.
Sometimes I wish that I was dead.
Instead I crawl back in my head.

Grand Old Party Line Written by Abel Ashes

Don’t never change your heart
Hold on to your worstest parts
Stay the same way that you start
But don’t never change your heart

Don’t never change your head
Stay the same way ’til yer dead
Do just like yer daddy said
And don’t never change your head

Don’t never change your mind
No matter what facts you find
Toe the Grand Old Party line
And don’t never change your mind

Gotta keep faith and tradition alive
Or future innovation’s gonna eat us alive
Nature over nurture like bees in a hive
With the class and the caste so the wealthy can thrive

Gotta keep faith and tradition alive
Or future innovation’s gonna eat us alive
Nature over nurture like bees in a hive
With the class and the caste so the wealthy can thrive

So whatever you do…

Don’t never change your heart
Hold on to your worstest parts
Stay the same way that you start
But don’t never change your heart

Don’t never change your head
Stay the same way ’til yer dead
Do just like yer daddy said
And don’t never change your head

Don’t never change your mind
No matter what facts you find
Toe the Grand Old Party line
And don’t never change your mind

Leaves of Kosutnjak
Written by Abel Ashes

San Diego or Tunisia, found my partner, found my love
With no time for holy tyrants on the Earth or up above

Arab Spring there in Tunisia, the recession in the States
Left my home in California then I drove the 48

Well we just had to wait
Bureaucrats had sealed our fate
Yeah we just had to wait
Borderlines had sealed our fate
Xenophobes had sealed our fate

Our words in opaque windows, said “n7ebek” from afar
Left the airport in El Paso for a flat in Khaznadar

No the Mufti wouldn’t marry, said you’re Muslim, said I’m not
We two longing disbelievers need each other, don’t need God

But we just had to wait
Bureaucrats had sealed our fate
Yeah we just had to wait
Theocrats had sealed our fate
Theocrats had sealed our fate

Well you didn’t need a visa, we could freeze there hand in hand
Watching swans on Danube River like two Serbs or Bosnians

So we floated round in Belgrade like the leaves of Kosutnjak
Wanted it to last forever, broke our hearts when we flew back

Cause we just had to wait
Bureaucrats had sealed our fate
Yeah we just had to wait
Borderlines had sealed our fate
Xenophobes had sealed our fate

Like the Byzantines in Carthage we were ghosts once we were gone
Then I drove that concrete mixer in the desert until dawn
In the desert until dawn
In the desert until dawn
In the desert until dawn

Lemming Sunset Written by Abel Ashes

In this opaque myopic nebula, plebeians work for drops of trickle down, from the opulent cornucopia of the aristocracy, as the glutinous monsters beseech their cyber-serfs and corporate vassals, to plunder the “Garden of Eden” in feudal homage, extending their purchase power to hypothetical infinity.

Oblivious to the flame that’s burning the fuse; kinetic, perambulating, gregarious, odoriferous, copulating gimcracks, inebriated by alcohol, narcotics, and religion, purchase trendy, faulty, useless, and shoddy gimcrackery to fill their sport utility vehicles to the hilt, before their zigzag kamikaze suicide race back home to their TV viewing boxes.


Magical Markets and Magical Mules
Written by Abel Ashes

Wall Street banks where the coke-heads play
Gambling the future from June through May
They’re fucking everybody in the USA
Crashing the economy for short-term gains
Crashing the economy for short-term gains

Tired of the bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
Talking about some bullshit
Tired of the bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
Talking about some bullshit

Journalists report the true complexity
Dumb fucking views on the blogs you read
Jumping to conclusions of conspiracy
Avoiding other facts like a bad VD
Avoiding other facts like a bad VD

Tired of the bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
Talking about some bullshit
Tired of the bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
Talking about some bullshit

“Allahu Akbar”, “Don’t tread on me”
“Jesus is Lord” and “Me, me, me”
Magical Markets won’t set you free
Neither will theocratic tyranny
Neither will theocratic tyranny

Tired of the bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
Talking about some bullshit
Tired of the bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
Talking about some bullshit

Dominionists’ and Islamists’ religious rules
Designed to keep you stupid in religious schools
The Fear of God will keep the people playing the fools
While billionaires are loading up the world like mules
Billionaires are loading up the world like mules
Billionaires are loading up the world like mules
Billionaires are loading up the world like mules

Mutually Assured Destruction
Written by Abel Ashes

5:29 am, July 16th in ’45
The Gadget mushroom cloud lit up the Carrizozo sky,

Yes, Tojo was a butcher, the rapist of Nanking
And the empire was a menace but it’s people were not free.

Since Mukden Bridge in ’31 the fascists did what fascists do
And they last held sham elections back in 1942.

The US cracked the Purple Code.
They knew Japan was giving in.
Made of list of target cities where they could test the bomb again.

Hirohito would surrender if some conditions would be met,
But Stalin was just stalling while he placed is armaments.

Secretary Byrnes knew these new weapons would be more than tools of war.
These were diplomatic tools that could stop the next world war.

And make the US number one and Russia number two
When these two wartime allies became enemies at the end of World War Two.

Yep, the end of World War Two,
What was Stalin gonna do?
Well, anyone could see the dawn of World War Three.

Henry Stimson had a plan to threaten every man.
Stopping World War Three would not come for free.

At the end of World War Two, what was Truman gonna do,
But follow precedent and bomb the innocent?

Little Boy, Enola Gay
Fat Man in Bock’s Car
Hiroshima, Nagasaki turned to dust and char.

All those innocent civilians, flesh peeling off in sheets
Loved ones disappeared, incinerated in the heat.

Ordinary people, petechiae on their skin
Radiation in their blood and bones, a slow and painful end.

The dead and Hibakusha, a full 85% percent
Were innocent civilians like your family and friends.

There were Korean Hibakusha and Americans as well,
But history’s know-nothings say they all deserved this hell.

Russia had scientists and spies and captured Germans too.
Stalin sought atomic weapons since 1942.

By 1949 with their first successful test
First Lightning lit the sky at Semipalatinsk.

The Cold War had arrived, a different kind of World War Three,
Omnicide on the horizon from sea to shining sea.

ICBMs across the ocean, cities gone in just a flash,
Mutually Assured Destruction to ensure that peace would last.

With bombs too big to use, If you nuke us we’ll nuke you.
Though both sides had the bomb, the carnage carried on.

Third World civil wars turned to Cold War proxy wars
And bombs too big to use were just public funds abused.

The Midwest to Khazakstan, India to Pakistan,
The UK, France, the PRC, Israel in secrecy.

White South Africa, black market traffickers,
Crazy Kim Jong Il and crazy Kim Jong Un.

Without a global ban perhaps tomorrow its Iran.
Though Obama made a deal to slow their progress toward a bomb,
Like all things wise and measured it was shat upon,
Yeah, it was shat upon when The Donald came along.

If Iran acquires a nuke the Saudis promise they will too.
The next day, the Saudis say, It’ll be the KSA.
They’ll buy them straight from Pakistan where the fifth column’s Taliban.
India v. Pakistan, the Saudis v. Iran

The Doomsday Clock tics on ’til all the nukes are gone.
The Doomsday Clock tics on ’til all the nukes are gone.
The Doomsday Clock tics on ’til all the nukes are gone.
The Doomsday Clock tics on ’til all the nukes are gone.

New Calamity Shuffle Written by Abel Ashes

All the experts said we weren’t ready yet.
Healthcare systems were too inadequate.
New calamity
Great mortality
Peer reviewed plague ensued.

Viruses emerge time and time again.
SARS and MERS and then zoonosis again.
Xi, Mercola, Trump, Putin, Dugin, Q
Disinformed points of view
Breaking down democracy by lying to fools.

Don’t exaggerate.
Everything is great.
Read your Bible while we procrastinate.
Then we’ll obfuscate, never vaccinate.
Never mask, like as ass.
I’ll just hold My Pillow tightly to your face.

Healthcare is a right, a necessity
Everyone in the world community.
Pathogens don’t know class, vicinity
Borderlines, bank accounts.
Time to put our money where it really counts.

Science has confirmed climate change
And those drug resistant germs.
Are we gonna learn?
More the know-it-all harder we will fall.
Warning signs.
Are we blind?

9/11 Was an Al Qaeda Job! Written by Abel Ashes

Khalid Sheikh Mohammed was an engineer.
His nephew Ramzi Yousef was an engineer.
Abdul Hakim Murad, he was not their kin
But he was a pilot and their childhood friend.

They were in Manila trying to murder The Pope.
The cops showed up when they smelled smoke.
Doña Josefa Room 603
Oplan Bojinka was not to be.

9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God!
9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God!

The WTC bomber, he done fucked up.
He barely got away when Murad got cuffed.
Ramzi went to Pakistan, while Khalid laid low
But he wound up in the Supermax in Colorado.

Same damn time, half a world away
Algerian jihadis called the GIA
Were trying to crash a plane into the Eiffel Tower
To show the infidels God’s awful power.

9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God!
9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God!

Back there in Manila cops uncovered the plot.
They got it from Murad and the laptop.
They were gonna blow a dozen planes away
And crash another one into the CIA.

Khalid took a trip to Afghanistan
Showed al Qaeda the godamn plan.
Osama looked at him like “What the fuck?
Twelve damn planes? It can’t be done!”

9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God!
9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God

When Osama wasn’t busy bombing embassies
Or filling up the CIA’s PDBs
A cell was being formed around bin al-Shibh, Mohamed Atta, Jarrah, and al-Shehhi.

Watched the towers falling on live TV, the World Wide Web, and DVD. They tried to blame the Jews, tried to blame the Feds. Go fuck God. Bin Laden’s dead.

9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God!
9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God
9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God!
9/11 was an al Qaeda job!
They did that shit in the name of God

R2P (Human Refugees)
Written by Abel Ashes

They say poverty is violence.
Well I’ve lived it, I should know.
I’ve been beaten. I’ve been hungry.
You should see the bills I owe.
Beaten in the name of Jesus Christ
When I went left and they went right.

Kicked out on the street when I was just a kid
Returned one punch and that was it.
Kicked out on the street when I was just a kid
I never gave up. I never gave in.

Tried hard to go to school.
Had to drop out in disgrace.
Sacrificed a better future
Just to feed my hungry face.

Worked so hard for little pay
Just to barely pay the rent.
Nothing left for food or bills
Feeling like a piece of shit.

So if you’re hating on these human refugees you’re hating on my human family.
If you’re hating on these human refugees, you’re hating on my human family.

Immigration laws kept me from my wife.
Stole four years from our life.
She went home, a short trip.
Said “Be safe.”. Kissed her lips.

She was in a car waiting at a light.
She was nearly killed her birthday night.
She was in a car, sister in the back
Sister in a coma, world painted black.

Left everything. I’m by her side.
She’s my joy. She’s my pride.
Stuck in a bed. Left paralyzed.
Green Card expired. Year’s gone by.

So if you’re hating on these human refugees you’re hating on my human family.
If you’re hating on these human refugees, you’re hating on my human family.

Sitting here on her hospital bed, TV news counting the dead.
Another boat sank out on the sea, migrants and refugees
Caravan lost out in the night trying to reach the borderline.
They’re running from poverty, torture, war, theocracy.
Some of them do not believe, some believe differently.
Running from savagery, running toward democracy.

Some of them LGBT lovers yearning to be free.
Running from a prison state or some demented Caliphate.
Running from MS-13, tyrants and mujaheddin.
Running from tragedy, organ trade and slavery.
Families with kids in tow. They left everything they own.
Holding babies while they cry, hands held up, held up high.
Holding babies while they cry, hands held up, held up high.

So if you’re hating on these human refugees you’re hating on my human family.
If you’re hating on these human refugees, you’re hating on my human family.

Shat Through the Milky Way Written by Abel Ashes

Why are you a human, not a chicken, pig, or rat?
A frightened starving cock-a roach, a virus ridden bat?
Your brain is like a peanut hurdling through space,
Shat through the inner organs of the fucking Milky Way.
Shat through the inner organs of the fucking Milky Way.
Shat through the inner organs of the fucking Milky Way.
Shat through the inner organs of the fucking Milky Way.
Of the fucking Milky Way.
Of the fucking Milky Way.
Of the fucking Milky Way.
Of the fucking Milky Way.

First there came pagans and then there came Jews and Zoroastrians from which there grew the Christians and Muslims, two new kinds of Jews that ain’t been around quite as long as Hindus have.

First there came pagans and then there came Jews and Zoroastrians from which there grew the Christians and Muslims, two new kinds of Jews that ain’t been around quite as long as Hindus have.


Suicide on Second Avenue Written by Abel Ashes

Deep state lizards with the COVID and the 5G
Look like humans when they shapeshift on TV
Saw a light in the sky, now I know they’re lying to me
Gonna build that bomb, gonna stuff it in my RV

Say I’m nuts, well at least I’m not a sheep
Gets so lonely when the rabbit hole’s this deep
Parked right here in front of AT&T
In 15 minutes I’ll be blown to smithereens

Christmas lights and neon all around
Gonna leave my worries downtown

The CEO Written by Abel Ashes

I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.

I got this job when I was young.
I got it from my father.
He got this job when he was young.
He got it from the Mafia.

I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.

My father was a senseless man and he was fat and sloppy.
He drove in a Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.

I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.
I am the CEO and I will kick your ass.

I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.

I got this job when I was young.
I got it from my father.
He got this job when ‘uh he was young.
He got it from the Mafia, the Mafia.
The motherfucker got it from the Mafia.
The Mafia, the Mafia.
The motherfucker got it from the Mafia.
The Mafia, the Mafia.
The motherfucker got it from the Mafia.
The Mafia, the Mafia.
The motherfucker got it from the Mafia.

I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I mean I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.

My father was a senseless man, a senseless man, a senseless man.
And ‘uh he were fat and sloppy.
He ‘uh drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and ‘uh hookers were his hobby.
I said he drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
Drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
Drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
Drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.
Drove in ‘uh Mercedes-Benz and hookers were his hobby.

I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.
I said ‘uh I am da CEO and I’m ‘uh gonna whoop yo ass.

The Pearls That You Clutch Written by Abel Ashes

Sometimes you just feel like an automobile
Trying to get the job done
Get the job done
At the end of the day we get our measly pay
Trying to get the job done
Get the job done
Passin’ by the scenery
Feelin’ like machinery
Tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
Like we ain’t got no feelins and we’re always on the run
We’re just tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
Every day is drudgery
Shovelin’ stinkin’ sludgery
Tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
At the end of the day we get our measly pay
Tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
And we dig and we toil and we fuck up the soil
We’re just tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
Like we ain’t got no feelings and we’re always on the run
We’re just tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done

But the no good boss he does whatever he please
Golf and hookers after wine and cheese

Behold a pale executive
Behold a pale horse
A bloated right-wing pachyderm
On a cracker ass golf course

Behold a pale executive
Behold a pale horse
A bloated right-wing pachyderm
On a cracker ass golf course

That’s why we say fuck you boss man
Fuck you very much
We say fuck you Wall Street
Fuck you very much
We mean it, fuck you blue blood
Fuck you very much
Eat shit and go to hell
So on and such
We say fuck you boss man
Fuck you very much
We say fuck you oil man
Fuck you very much
We say fuck you banker man
Fuck you very much
Eat shit and go to hell
So on and such

I’ll work hard every day boss
You don’t have to pay me much
Just keep your fragile ego
with the pearls that you clutch

I’ll work hard every day boss
You don’t have to pay me much
Just keep your fragile ego
with the pearls that you clutch

The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy Written by Abel Ashes

What’s that question you were asking me?
What’s that question you were asking me?
What’s that question you were asking me?
What’s that?
What’s that?

What’s the name of this song?
What’s the name of this song?
What’s the name of this song?
What’s the name of this song?

“The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy”
“The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy”
“The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy”
“The Revolution Is Making Me Dizzy”

That’s the name of this song.

The Wingnut Gallery Written by Abel Ashes

If we fear the vaccine more than we fear the virus
It seems that bullshit propaganda has got up inside us.
So try to learn the facts ya’ll and try to tell the truth
When science isn’t popular and wisdom isn’t youth.
Science isn’t popular and wisdom isn’t youth

I wake up every morning with my coffee and the news
Comments full of troll bots, deceptive points of view
Pretending to be stupid, gaslighting all along.
The post-truth doesn’t change when you prove it wrong.
Post truth doesn’t change when you prove it wrong.

They’re hating on the press, dismissing their reports
That don’t back the agendas the facts do not support.
Living in a bubble of sci-fi pseudo-facts
Denying the consensus, distorting all the stats.
Denying the consensus, distorting all the stats.

The GOP, Iran and the CCP
Putin’s played the game since he was KGB.
Whether QAnon or the FSB
A hollow laughter rings from the wingnut gallery.
Hollow laughter rings from the wingnut gallery.
Hollow laughter rings from the wingnut gallery.
Hollow laughter rings from the wingnut gallery.

Worm Food Written by Abel Ashes

Makes no difference if you’re boiled or fried
We’re all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you’re boiled or fried
We’re all worm food on the other side

Boil your potatoes ’til you feel alive
We’re all worm food on the other side
Boil your potatoes ‘ til you feel alive
We’re all worm food on the other side

Makes no difference if you’re boiled or fried
We’re all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you’re boiled or fried
We’re all worm food on the other side

Makes no difference if you’re boiled or fried
We’re all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you’re boiled or fried
We’re all worm food on the other side

So you can pray one time or none or five
We’re all worm food on the other side
You can pray one time or none or five
We’re all worm food on the other side

Makes no difference if you’re boiled or fried
We’re all worm food on the other side
Makes no difference if you’re boiled or fried
We’re all worm food on the other side