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Moose Indian

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Evil of Evils Picking poison is so easy Choose the least evil least sleazy Lick the bottles taste for liars Taste for residues acquired Open up to sniff the potion Think with reason not emotion Is one different from the other Captain John's life undercover Evil You're the evil of evils Kang or Kodos both are slavers Same ingredients same flavors Different colors both primary Different lies but both are scary Both are killers both are stealers Both are shills and mass arms dealers Keeping sanity is insane Colonel Cathcart is my name
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Ode to Earl 03:45
Ode to Earl We're going hungry in this here country Lack of profit lack of gluttony Have no fear; my motives are clear I'm here to save your lives; not to profiteer I'll take your money without your vote Spend it where I want shove it down your throat Taste my commodities Without me you'd never survive Quantity beats quality I will fill you up until you die The poison's gotta stay There is no other way That you can keep your sickly hunger away Nothing that you can do Ignore the catch twenty two Your body's mine to pollute I would never taste my own medicine Not ill enough to demand my supply Just be happy for our mutual win You get it cheap and you get satisfied God forbid you might just end up thin Weened off the teat that you could not suck dry Suck down this poison I made for you Suck down this poison it's all you knew Suck down this poison I made for you Suck down this poison and say thank you Unless there is some profit in food, there will be no food for people. If you want to eat well, we're going to put a little profit out there. We're going to make this industry pay. P-R-O-F-I-T. The welfare of America rests on it. Thank you.
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Everything You Wanted If ever you're told To give up your gold Whatever you hold is for you You'll never withhold Your labor's been controlled Then back to you it's sold from you Everything you wanted Everything I can bare to think of Has been stolen for the chance that you will stay calm quiet Everything you wanted Everything you need to be happy Has been, is now, will be controlled by others Whatever you need Is the opposite of free Twice for it you'll bleed for me Your payments precede The goods that you receive Making slaves out of you and me - you see? They will bleed us dry I'm looking to get everything that's coming to me I'm looking to get everything that's coming from you I'm looking to get everything I ever wanted from you
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Build the Machines I want goods, goods are good Make more shit more than we should Let's get faster, quicker, cheaper and sell First steel and iron, oil and flame Now phones and TV keep us tame And happy...this is happy, am I right? Right I like food, food is good Make it far from my neighborhood I don't mind that all I do is consume - it's so easy! All dependent packed as sardines The world is our toilet - that's the dream We're living like kings and queens Give up, fools and make way for the machines Build the machines Build the machines for us I like fast, fast is good Fast as ever fast as we could We can't stop to think of consequence now Whatever it takes whatever we need Feed and breed and breed and feed This is what our God wanted for us, right? Right. I like cheap, cheap is good Maintains my livelihood It's new but I am getting used to it well No more corner mom and pop No more small local shop No more workers no more screams Thanks to you, my beautiful machines What else can we sacrifice? What more can we utilize? We'll never take the advice We will someday pay the price We'll proceed with our great machines
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Drunken Cowboy It started with a dream Of being free We took up arms They were ready in a minute And the blood flowed clean With the Lord on our side As the victors we drew up the papers And cried... Take a drink! And if you please, Won't you refill mine? Like a dream it was Just for a little while Till our numbers grew and grew As people do, We misconstrued, Misunderstood the attitudes Of dead white dudes Who thought they proved How to respect everyone's views So people yelled Half cheered, half booed Nothing's approved So what's the use? I gave up and cried... If you're so smart Won't you tell me what to do I have waiting What's been taking you so long? You'll try to tell me what is right And I'll tell you what is wrong My questions My only questions for you are Who the fuck do you think you are?! And what the fuck you gonna do?! AMERICA
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Super Intelligent Shade of the Color Blue I was young I was pretty But I never saw them come out to sing for me And I knew I knew with every inch of my soul That I was going to be divine Come on look, you silly creatures Look at how I stand with my head held high No fur and no fangs making me ugly I stared at the others Disgusted by what I saw That they'd be considered equals I was absolutely appalled They flung their shit at each other with their bare hands I didn't know what to say but it was so clear that... That I deserve to die Anytime I sing out loud And they once, and they once and they twice Came out to play with me, just for me So we played and we played We played like there was no dinner time No end in sight no way to avoid me Some cried Some begged But I just couldn't see how any of them mattered to me As their shit came raining down on me, I said "Hey, fuck you, mother fuckers! I'm a super intelligent shade of the color blue!" So I took my shit in my nice clean hand and Smeared it in their earses and noses And it was clear that I... What can I say to make them understand How extra-special-fabsantatious I can be? Like a god...Just watch me... I am God. I am your God. Give your lives to me. Give your souls to me, Give your lives to me. I'm sure to set you free! What a lie! What a fantastic brilliant lie! I must be so super intelligent that...
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Stick Around 01:36
Stick Around When I dream, I dream you'll follow through I'll buy some land, a house, and things I love with you You'll make me strong and stable make my life so sweet Buy me peace of mind and a lot of food to eat You've made the promise that you'll be there for me But in this world filled with uncertainty... I'll hope to god you'll be there when I die I'll hope to god you'll be there when I think I can't survive My life is in your hands, my darling Please don't leave me dry, I'm begging you Please stick around till I'm 62 Stick around till I'm 62
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Knitting 03:20
Knitting We've arranged a society based on science and technology in which nobody understand anything about science and technology. And this combustable mixture of ignorance and power, sooner or later, is going to blow up in our faces. -Carl Sagan Get your needles ready Sit yourself down Make yourself at home Get ready to drown My friend, You're not free You can choose the color But they're choosing the brand Tell you what you like And create the demand My friend, You're not free They're nothing but thieves Don the cloth to believe Don't try to fight it Wear the wool that's provided Turn your back on me Turn away and you'll see The fiction that is our lives Just keep pulling Just keep pulling it up right over your eyes Make yourself feel all nice Until all of my hope dies
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Answers 02:44
Answers Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: "I am looking for God! I am looking for God!" As many of those who did not believe in God were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost him, then? Said one. Did he lose his way like a child? Said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? Or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances. Show me the way Give me the answers Tell me the meaning Give me the answers He cried: God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? what water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? -Friedrich Nietzsche
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Speeding Toward Extinction Hear the cries and wails Feel how unstable we stand Smell fear rising in us all See our world crumble Taste our own medicine Taste what we've made I'm the only one who can stop it now I'm the only one We will try to survive See what we can remember deep inside Walk knee deep through lakes of blood See if there's any high ground left for us I'm feeling pain for the first time I'm starving for the first time I'm feeling desperation for the first time I'm seeing death for the first time I'm killing for the first time I'm seeing me for the first time
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Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so. Space, time, nothing That's what they mean to me my love's without gravity Place that Roman Ring onto my finger I will give it back to you yesterday It's like I'm superluminal Can't nobody catch up to me Can't nobody catch up to me Take my hand and help me Fold this paper like a bridge Connecting spring time to last fall When I was able to let you see me If I sang to you of these strings and holes Would you meet me in a while Would you meet me when we were wild It's like I'm moving faster than the speed of light. It's like I'm catching up to its heels...
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Moment to Kill I've got a moment to kill One second where I could spare A life or all life at once Promise I'll try to be fair So When will we expire? When will we slip away? Each one of us is guilty Every last one is vile Sinning from the beginning No way to reconcile - sorry, Francis So When will we expire? When will we slip away? It's the best we could do The only good we could do They say that no one should suffer That supporting weakness is key but if no one's belly went empty We'd wipe out everything Every seed cannot succeed Every tree can't bear fruit There'd be nothing but oak trees If every acorn took root I wish that we would expire I wish that we'd slip away I Want to be a Tiger I want to be a tiger I just want some fangs of my own I just want the claws and the stripes and the eyes Oh, momma, why can't I just be a tiger? I want to be a tiger I've tried lotions and potions and motions of fear But none of them have gotten me near to what I desire All they've really given me have been boils and rashes and warts And I'm thinking, that's gotta stop. I need help. I've got to travel far and wide across the ocean. So then I went to a shaman And he told me that there's nothing I can do About the species I've been born into So you know what I did to him? You know what I did to him? I ate him like a tiger!

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released November 1, 2016

Steven Flaherty Bone - engineering, mixing, and drums
Bob Lanzetti - guitars
Alex Molini - bass
Justin Stanton - piano
Randy Roos - mastering
Avi Gunther - lyrics, music, production, engineering, guitars, bass, and vocals

Hondo Branson - art
Catherine Hood - video content

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