So... uh...
I guess Ill just be posting some tunes that I feel like posting... of mine btw. I dont really post other peoples music, I hardly even listen to other peoples music, famous or not. Got no time for that, I have too much of my own to make.
Today Im going to post the first song from the first album of The Great Insanity of which I was one third.
This song is called viagrong and its about a fucked up world full of people who want more and will step over you to get it.
enjoy
Munky
lyrics:
What is it that you want when you want what you get what you get is a good thing yet no sweat but you better watch out cos it wants your soul yes it wants your all an it wont let go
Can you take a right when its left to the rest of the best to make your life a better mess than the mess that you left your self in no you cannot win cos we're in you
yes we control you own you all you small you call you anyday and night get a fright when we come a knocking at you door with a hamma time gonna have a funny time in the prison line
Can you get loose when we hold on the noose and squeeze and pull at whatever we choose and we choose what we do its you we choose like a lottery of fools who are used and abused at a whim.
Get on to the band wagon hate that sandwagon shoot that bang that gonna gonna hang that some one gonna hang for your fears that we made for you that we made for you my dears
Can you take a left when you think your right to fight the good fight every night on live you thrive on the death when you suck on the stench of success on the stress of others to win
What is it you want when you think that you want what your shown that you could own all this small this call this number for a good time and for a long time oh baby oh I meant maybe
Where is the will or the way free to be a slave with a say oh hail democracy or so they say here come the pigs with their batons and sprays sworn to laws of the sea that dont concern you or me
Mind is reeling time is fleeting pondering death the inevitable cant catch your last breath huh you cant run from the heat of the sun the proper plans are in place but we have to find better ones
What will you do when theyre targeting you dont resist just say yes to enlist on the murder payroll be the best pass the test or theyll never invest in the quick fix bag of tricks with interest
A lab rat on a wheel running in circles i cant relate let alone communicate what is left to prove when youre up on the roof screaming versions of truth down your neighbours chimneys
what you hold when you'v got what you want but you want more of what you' got but it owns you your fear controls you to let it go let it go for the good it will do you
burry down dig deep you'l keep it all to yourself it'l be your best friend shove it down gub it now you'l feel it sink into your guts until its stuck there right there
shamefull buyer keepin to the right lane find the right way hold on save yourself from the grave its a shame its all you can keep from this meaningless sharade for the games that you play naw
soothing feeling living lying in the same place for the same time everyday everyway from the needless faults that are drawn from within and they will be coming up again and again naw
you cant feel that familiar sting so ashamed but whos to blame for feeling this way
its alive, so alive to be the one everyone is waiting for your so special "your special" spazitular!
Dont you find it annoying, how you keep clawing and knawing at my brain im insane from the train of thought thats governing me cant you help with a pill I will swallow it all and then we'l see
wheres lies! theres lies! watch his eyes as he hides from the world says its all too much to watch you walking with a crutch and a hunch that says grunt and a slave to the wage that we never even wanted anyway
YOU WILL PAY YOU WILL PAY for the day that you die and your family too they will cry and give money for your fine display of death that we relish so much very much cos it keeps us rich
did you miss yow bitch nigga bitch gonna flip trip switch on yow ayse gonna blayst yow bling wigga whachu gone do nigga gonna pop a jigga nigga wigga fligga shut yow trap man im a clown
and down we go on the spiral deprival denial based on idols that are all around us god damn surround us practi cally hound us knawing our bones to the grave
an they crave and they crave your soul and condem you to a hole in the ground and pound your teeth with goverment meat and the discriminating stomp-ing of war and fake religious feats