Czolgosz is and has been:
Vertigo- vocals (once was vocals/bass)
Keller- guitar & backing vocals (once was drums)
Matty- bass & backing vocals
Triple D- Drums

Past members:
Pete - Drums (tour)
Frank - Bass (tour)
Jack - Horns (Guernica)
Gretchen - Vocals (Guernica)
Nato - Bass (tour)
cb. - guitar, then drums (Original)
Eric - bass
JMV - bass
Timmy - bass
Darryl Leigh Blood - Bass

--Our heroic, glorious, and often too drunk to do anything, ROADIES and tour crew-
Lucho, Tate, Pierre, Gretchen, Megan, Robin, Shremmel, Domonik, Timido.
--Propaganda, Vertigo, Eric S.
--Website CB(past), Dave (present)

All music written by Czolgosz (except where noted)
All Lyrics By Vertigo (V!) (Except where noted)

"So Mai Cares" Split CD (with CRITICA RADICALA) Recorded by Nick Z., New Alliance Boston. March 2004. (Sep 06 Rec.)
Split 7" with OPUS DEAD recorded by Jose, Discos de Hoy, Puerto Rico. (Discos de Hoy)
Split 7" with EN LA OLLA recorded by Jaczk Younger at Basement 247, Boston February 2003 (Sep 06 Rec)
"Guernica" CD recorded by Jaczk Younger at Basement 247, Boston February 2003 (Rodent Popsicle Records)
"Saipan" 7" recorded by Jack Younger at basement 247, Boston, May 2002 (Rodent Popsicle Records & Fire and Flames Records)
"McKinley" 7" recorded by Jack Younger at basement 247, Boston, December 2001(Rodent Popsicle Records)
"Liberation" CD recorded by Bill Toxic at the RPR palace, Boston April 2001(Rodent Popsicle Records)
All old stuff recorded by Keller at his "Rug is Brown" Boston, 1996-2001

SLIT YOUR THROAT (2004)
Your conscience is just like the rest of you
easy to sooth and manipulate.
You may even go and speak out against the state,
but your still culpable.
You scum fucking yankee piece of shit.
Blind to your elite privlidge.
Despite your feelings of insignificance
when the world bites back your viewed just like the rest.
It can overwhelm you but your still acountable for every crime of the usa.
You fucking yankee, yes your culpable,
there is no right wrong when the world bites back.
You fiend an innocent victim,
really believe your not like the rest of them.
Clean out your guilt in your dirty flat,
Its not your fault you were just born here!
A country built upon by slavery.
Great expansions based on genocide.
Its all more than just a legacy,
You are free and wealthy as we conquer the world.
"Glad to be born here more than anywhere else"
is a lie you mumble to convince yourself
that there is a seperation
between your privilidge and wealth and the poverty of the world.
You actually believe that justice has standards,
that when the writhing masses of the world approach
they will want to listen to your alibi
about how you washed your hands,
as they slit your throat.

BOSTON (2004)
What sounds do you utter, your lips seem to move?
I wonder does it matter, do your peers really listen?
Got the looks, got the spikes,
but to suggest an idea seems to annoy and bother.

Simple minded romantics of eighties LP covers.
To afraid to speak out against this sexist scene.
Take a look around you, how come everyone here is white?
What brings us together, what is our fight?
Its the sound of music more than anything else.
Does it matter what they are singing about?
Fuck your musical unity.
This is your problem, this is your scene.

What's the point of communication when you know the score?
But take a look from the outside, pathetic and absurd.
There is nothing open-minded here, no one dares to question.
Take a look around you, how come everyone is white?
Another racist comment, another homophobic slur,
nationalist banter, support of the army,
some even let the fascists in and still enjoy the party.
Is it all about fun, style, and apathy.
Is your tempered anger and passive resistance
all part of some assinine unity.
Fashion is the weakest from of speach,
so stand up and be strong, yell and scream.
More talk, less rock etc........

POLICE (2004)
We've all heard that shit 'bout how they're workers just like us
trying to make a living, trying to get by.
Its like my neighbor who sells drugs to teenage kids.
Class traitors, the lot of them, they're just pigs.
HEROS - They ain't fuckin' heros.
PIGS - Every last one of them.
GUILTY - There are no innocent cops.
BEAUTY - Is a world without police.

Cops exist to protect private property.
How much land do you own, so who do they protect?
Domestic soldiers set loose to suppress
by any means, by any laws, for capital.
CHORUS

How many black men have you shot this weak?
How many latino kids have you beaten up?
And how many women have been forced to succomb to your whims.
Everywhere in the world police are the same.
Constitution & Human Rights, are mear suggestions,
any excuse to use their trigger or wield their baton.
All cops lie, a cover up, time after time.
Take 'em away, bash their heads, innocent or guilty.
CHORUS

COCHEBOMBA SOLUCION (2004)
Es un lucha de clase
Que es la solucion?
Contra la reprecion
Cochebomba solucion!

FUCK LUKASHENKO (2003)
Dusk settled upon Mosocow as Gorbochev called it quits Soviet Union fell, and Belarus set free.
European Union sets the limits to the borders of its conscience.
Ripe time for big daddy Luka, hid too far east.
Fuck Lukashenko
Fuck Lukashenko
Fuck Lukashenko
Fuck Lukashenko
How could Russia or the EU be bothered to acknowledge Xenophobic dictatorship still inside of Europe Shut down Navinki, our freedom of press Last open dictatorship in europe to exist.
Fuck Lukashenko.....
Stop Luka...
Fuck Lukashenko
Stomp Luka...
Belarus can't Bleed
Dont turn the other cheek
Belarus can't bleed
Like Chamberlain you appease
Belarus can not bleed
Belarus problem old meets the new, east meets the west Belarus can not bleed any longer.
((Last line shamelessly taken from the cover of Abolishing Borders From Below))

SHOOT THE SPIES (2003)
It's more than an insult than that pice of shit passport
It's more than crime than the borders you create
Monitoring the mobile working force
Keeping tabs on polical dissenters
They know where we travel, they know who we meet
Gather information, kick out the enemy.

We all knows what happens to a captured spy
They're grilled for information, then shot dead
So why do we act in such a different vain
Let's make our own firing squad and shoot the spies.
Computers in Strausburgh, computers in D.C.
Monitoring, keeping tabs on you and me.

Arrive at the border, you're grilled for information
Humiliating searches and private questioning
To the law your passport is all your worth
The cops check the mainframe, the spies fill 'em in.
Computers in Strausburgh, computers in D.C.
Monitoring keeping tabs on you and me.

You've got a file. We'll refuse you.
And if you sneak in, we got spies that'll catch you.
Don't worry--Your deported
Don't worry--Your deported
Shoot the spies shoot the spies the S.I.S.
Shoot the spies shoot the spies the I.N.S.

LIBERATION (2003)
We're free people, Fuck your governments!
This is our land, Fuck your borders!
The priviledged elite and a chosen few
Have pulled this sham on us for far too long.
We demand nothing less than liberation.
It's a concrete answer and the only solution
is a world without a governing force.
We've lost confidence in your ability
Your corrupt and incompetent.
We all know where your interest lies
Obtaining wealth and controlling the resources.
We offer a culture based on mutual aid,
Respect, and responsibility.
You say humanity can't handle anarchy,
But YOU'VE sure done a fine job
Of destroying our world.
We demand nothing less than liberation.
Its a concrete answer and the only solution
Is a world without a governing force.
If you push us far enough, we'll smash your banks.
When you injure so many of us, we will rise up.
Against the borders--Fuck your governments...
If you push us far enough we'll smash your banks.
If you injure too many of us we will rise up.
We demand total liberation and anarchy.
We'll be the ones who control our own future,
This is our world.

BANANA SPLIT (2003)
In 10 years no bananas, no more banana splits.
10 years no bananas, what are you going to do?
10 years no bananas killed off by a plague.
Overgrown and harvested in the plantations.
10 years no bananas what are gonna say?
Better get to the market and stock up on puree.
Banana. Bananan ba na na ba na na
10 years no bananas killed off by the plague
Overgrown and harvested in the plantations.
10 years no bananas what are you going to do?
Better empty out your freezer and stock up on puree.

FUERA YANKEE (2003)
Fuera Yankee-Still won't fucking listen.
Fuera Yankee-Still won't clean out your ears.
Fuera Yankee-Theres 5 billion people
Fuera Yankee-Who want self determination.
But they are in your way, you squash them like slugs.
Morals are clearly a farce in your foreign policy.
Genocide in Guatamala, assassanation of Allende,
Death squads in El Salvador, the list goes on and on.
Fuera Yankee-Sometimes a CIA trigger.
Fuera Yankee-Or else some US bombs.
Fuera Yankee-A freindly dictator!
Fuera Yankee-Or hired, murderous thugs.
But the world still fights back for their land and liberty.
How many wars will you fight to protect your private property?
The walls approaching fast, there are few who believe your lies.
The people are getting stronger to kick out your yankee ass.
Fuera Yankee...
Here the people cry "Yankees Out".

ANTIFASCIST (2002)
No more no way its gotten out of hand.
We will haunt you in your sleep,
Out you in your neighborhoods,
Hound you in the streets.
No nazis, no white pride, fascists out.
Remember York? Or Wallingford? The cops
had to come and bail your ass out at the
motel in Baltimore.
We'll smash the National Allaince (NA)
and the World Church [of the creator] (WCOTC)
These white fools and boneheads desrve no tolerance.
Yet we cant sit back on our ass
While some fuck sells srewdriver T's
To pissed of teenage kids.
No more, Never Again.
Its all a bullshit scam.
They feed off the anger and the ignorance
Of an abused working class.
But there's more to it than bash the fash.
These fools recruited have a reason to be pissed.
Its not race war, its a class war,
And we must make sure they realize this.
Antifascist.
And for those liberals who may whine
About the racists' freedom of speech.
Well we aint cops, nor the government
We're regular people who say never again.
We cant sit back at the show
Or calmly drink at the pub
With some fool with a white power pin.
Stand up, Never again.
Antifascists. Never Again. Antifascists.

BAMSE (2002)
When down to the city of 'ol Craiova.
His thirst as big as his heart
Cant speak english 'till he's drunk.
Bigger than life, better than punk.
Bamse
His hearts as big as his thirst.
His belly's bigger than a breadbox.
Works in a mayonaise factory.
He's much bigger than you or me.
Bamse

BENEDICT ARNOLD (2002)
Finnally something we can all ralley around,
From anarchists to soccer moms.
War in Iraq, a corprate sway,
Human rights are blown away.
Fuck Bush.

METEOR METEOR (2002) Lyrics by Gretchen
Meteor Meteor, Everybody hit the floor.
What about the arsenal, isn't there a force to call?
Meteor, Meteor, Everybody hit the floor.
Wea have a second to prepare, sunglasses won't help the glare.
Imagine being mortally wounded by interstellar flak.
We are amid the constant threat of projectiles aimed right at
the sphere pf dirt we live on, the site of human being.
We can't be sure that meteors will ocntinue missing.
At any times our lives my dim and dwindle to oblivion.
Life on earth will be destroyed and reduced to the atom.
All life blasted by to vapor by fireballs with icey cores.
Cockroaches will reign the planet, human kind will be no more.
From nature's cold indifference there is no way to defend
our illusion of significance will meet a firey end.
Meteor, Meteor, Everybody hit the floor.

NO WAR BUT THE CLASS WAR (2002)
Dropping bombs on Iraq, wont bring the factories back.
The answer does not lie in electoral politics.
Its time to rise up, or you will stay oppressed.
Strike the landlords, the bosses, the cops, and the law.

There is a class war its called poverty.

Now there's no need to worry, if some of the rich get hurt,
'Cause if you hesitated, they would surely take you out.
They build prisons and bombs to keep us in place,
and divide the working class, keep us poor and in despair.

There is a class war its called poverty.
They Racism, Nationalism, and Patriarchy
To confuse you as to where you should let your anger out.

Sedated and Persuaded. Drugged up to forget.
Don't dare surrender, don't throw away your life.
Don't back the leader's wars, don't believe their lies,
Dare to struggle, and break off your chains.
No War but the Class War,
No War but the Class War.

... KILL YOU (2002)
We're getting stronger, growing larger
In the fight against capital.
Their reaction, reflects their fear,
The tear-gas is stronger, the jail time is longer.

Now the cops are not content with clubbing in our heads.
They got orders to shoot us dead.
What did you expect, do you listen to our chants?
"No Justice, No Peace" "Revolution!"

Papua New Guinea, Argentina, Carlo Gulliani

We pose a threat, to all that they stole
They're willing to kill us to keep their control.
This is revolution, its not a game,
we realize the stakes are raised, we won't back down.

They want to kill you
they will kill you
they want to kill you
make no mistake
They want to kill you
they will kill you
they want to kill you
we wont back down.

COCKROACH (2002)
Individual Cockraoch.
You self centered bastard, you think you got the answer
Expressing your true self is beating the man.
Think your against society flaunting personality,
A non-conformist revolt? Now there's some personality
Yankee Individual.
After painstaking lengths in the growth of our country
america is the greatest culture ever in the world to be
based on the individual, fuck the other people, how
does this apply to your free-thinking manifesto?
Yankee individual, self centered and pathetic, only
in america, typical yankee
cockroach.

SON SEN, KHIEU SAMPHAN, POL POT, IANG SARY (2002)
Son Sen Khieu Samphan Pol Pot Iang Sary
Two million people easily slaughtered,
After Vietnam the world couldn't be bothered.
Son Sen Khieu Samphan Pol Pot Iang Sary
Of corse the u.s.a. bombed Cambodia too.
Perfect for the rise of Khmer Rouge.
Son Sen Khieu Samphan Pol Pot Iang Sary
April 17, 1975
The fall of Phnom Penh, the dawn of Year Zero.
Son Sen Khieu Samphan Pol Pot Iang Sary
Evacuate the city, three days to get out.
Efficient execution of genocide.
Son Sen Khieu Samphan Pol Pot Iang Sary

MAGGIE (2002)
Maggie's new too town, another immagrent.
Father disappeared, brother's always drunk.
Its Maggie, a girl of the street.
Maggie's got no job, lives in poverty,
She's forced out on the streets
for the only job around.
Its Maggie, a girl of the street.
Groped by businessmen, deflowered by this scum.
Maggies turning dicks for a couple of Dicks.
Its Maggie, a girl of the street.

ENOUGH (2002)
If another world is possible what's in it for you?
Do you think you can convince the elite to give up their greed
their power and wealth to those of us who are really in need?
Or are you satisfied with the privileged opposition.

What will it take, when will you break, what will it take
for you to finally rise up and say I can't take it anymore.

For those of you toil all day, and still maintain the faith,
How much more can you take until you finally break?
Poor wages, pollution, and uncertain future.
Is it the luxuries that keep you from a revolution?

And you know when you steal a little back from them,
You know it feels so good.
But why stop at the crumbs, steal the whole fucking cake,
Remember your the one who made it!

What will it take, what will it take,
for you to finally rise up and say I cant take it anymore,
I can control my own future, this is my fucking world,
I cant take it anymore, Enough!

FIRE AND FLAMES (2002)
With fire and flames we'll burn these fucking states,
Its a matter of necessity, not hooligans play.
A moli in one hand, the other some bread.
Its mutual aid, not self-centered thugs.

With Fire and Flames--We'll burn the fucking state.

Pig-fucking, blood-letting, capitalist scum,
a brick through your window, a bullet in your head.
Everything has failed! There is only one solution,
Full on insurrection, militant revolution.

With Fire and Flames--We'll burn the fucking state.

You can pretend to ignore the rest of the world.
Unconscious denial or profiting, idle.
In the end we're all accountable,
So be a good traitor, and smash your fucking state!

With Fire and Flames--We'll burn the fucking state,
You know that the system cannot be reformed.

REFORM IT (2002)
So you wanna save the world and maintain your privilege.
Let them eat cake, and have it too.
Recycling, boycott coke, NGO's, third party vote,
Join a corporation for infiltration.

Do you really think you'll change them from within?

Let's face it, you selfish fool
Capitalism cannot be reformed.
You want others to witness your expressed concern,
But you got something to lose, don't want to give it up.

Your assets way greater than your compassion.

Can 5 billion people really be middle class
while the elite could carry on without controlling the masses?
The consumer culture that you love and want to share with the poor
Is based off exploitation, poverty, and torment.

Your assets way greater than your compassions.
Reform it? My ass! It needs to be smashed!

DO AS WE PLEASE (2002)
I know everyone signed the Kyoto treaty,
but it just wont work for our factories.
A global ban on land mines--We're exempt
We need them on the Korean border.

Cut back as you must
plan for a healthier world.
I'm sure you have heard
we were attacked.
We can do as we please,
your at our mercy
we got a new excuse
Remember September.

Afghanistan, the Philippines
Colombia, send in marines.
The world will never be the same
Now that the yanks are on the attack.

We can do as we please,
your at our mercy
we got a great excuse
remember September.

No one else has ever suffered
like we did in the usa.
We are exempt from a better world
to protected our wounded land

we can do as we please....

SAIPAN (2002)
Saipan, pacific ocean, Northern Mariana Islands.
Commonwealth of the USA, taken from Japan in '45.

One billion dollars worth of exports, shipped to the mainland.
50,000 Asian workers lured by the prospect of work.
Passport seized upon arrival Herded into sweatshop factories.
12 hour work day, 7 days a week.
And the tag says MADE IN THE USA.

Made in the usa---Saipan.

Forced labor passed around, through OUR textile factories.
Workers constantly monitored Forced abortion, no unions!!!
Saipan enjoys local autonomy.
Labor, tariff, immigration laws, fixed for higher profit.
Violence puts you back to work...

Made in the usa--saipan

Labor rights, bill of rights, human rights, they don't exist when its
made in the usa.....

VANISH (c. 2002)
You had your time, you had your day,
you heard the voices calling
enough is enough.
In the past you could hide
when just the 3rd world
would fight back.
Now call a meeting, see what you get.
10,000 angry protesters
from the first world.
Pump out your bread, promote more circus,
You'll find not many of us
will fall into that trap.

"And when you vanish, that will be soon, you will surely notice all that can
not
help you anymore." --Kurtis Wiell/Eisler

You thought it fortunate with the terrorist attacks
that we would back you up
in a righteous war.
But, we know our history, got solidarity.
We remember our past mistakes,
Won't do them again.
Don't trust your media, no faith in policia.
We're not gonna change our minds
to support your filthy war.
Still got no confidence, still no allegiance.
Capitals day will come
we'll see to that.

WHAT'S THE POINT? (2002)
What now,
After we unwittingly profit off our hated states gains?
Sitting in the lap of luxury it feels like a game to smash the state.

Perhaps a social quandary has turned you against the state.
something to pass the time until you find yourself, again.
What's the point brother, what's the point sister?

Has it become a social scene, a party to attend?
We will soon know as the stakes raised and the cops go raid your house.

When the bricks start flying will you head to the back of the mob?
Will you put yourself in harms way to de-arrest a comrade?
What's the point brother, what's the point sister?

Thrill seeking society, the bungee is not enough.
A game of cat and mouse with police, is direct action a weekend retreat?
When I look at the history I fear just like before, when we attack our enemy
you
will hastily retreat.
What the point....
I don't want to say these things, I've got new inspiration But I don't want to
be a future reason for civil disobedience I want to smash the state, promote
true liberty, classless stateless society But if its another social scene,
I've already got my friends, so what's the point......

COMPROMISE (2001)
To all you lonely punks out there who are sick of polotics.
I know Darby and Sid never rambled on about class consciousness.
Would you rather say fuck the world or go and fight police.
You don't have to talk to hippies, or college rebel kids.
Ignore all the radicals, throw trash at communists.
Remember they make good cover, when we're attacked by riot police.
Its time we had a compromise, get off your ass punk and fight the state.
Its time we had a compromise, your not following your joining in.
You don't have to recruit all your friends or sell any magazines.
There's no cult or politics in anti-capitalist.
You'll have more fun fighting on the streets than getting drunk at the
pub.
You don't have to say you were at a demonstration,
Tell your friends you were rioting.
Has punk become a social scene for the safe and sedate.
Live your life on the edge, and fight the capitalists.
Compromise…
Well, Its not fashion-just resistance! Etc..

DIRTY HIPPIE (2001)
There is a reason I hate the hippies, its not cause they're dirty or
smell of petiole.
Sure their music sucks, their fashion is ugly, but the real truth is they
failed in the 60's.
If we bother to learn from our history, there are vital lessons to be
learned.
The social revolution, turned to drug pollution, the music became a
corporate affair.
If they really want to stop the war in vietnem, they should have
enlisted, some home dead and scarred. Then there mommies would have
cried a lot, and the bourgeoisie would
Make the senators stop the war. You diry hippies, you dirty bastards.
Nothing irks me more than an outdated hippie, lecturing me how it was
done in the 60's.
Their civil disobedience was a college game, their demonstrations a party
scene.
You dirty hippie, you dirty bastard.

500 REASONS (2001)
McKinley,
You were murdered for the benefit of working men, a message from the
masses, again you've gone too far. When the power is consolidated within
a wealthy few, the masses reserve the right to assassinate you.
You've manipulated laws so much we've lost all faith in them. Government
is suspect, no confidence. Your goddamn right we're gonna fight and
smash your fucking head when you retain the reigns of power, and fight us
to stay ahead.
500 reasons we shot McKinley dead
500 reasons capitalism is next.
We're so sick of your sorry excuses of private property, of state of the
economy, of extremist fundementalists, your laws are there to protect
YOU, protect you from us.
A president needs an assassin like a bullet needs a chest.
You murdered by a worker, your face is now a moral on the $500 bill. A
reminder to the rich there are some angry workers who are ready to kill.

SLAVES (2001)
Slaves-yeah that's what you are
Slaves-stay comfy and sedate
Slaves-ignore the rest of the world
Slaves-now go back to work.
Don't waste your time trying to rid the state.
You know we are corrupt, but you still support us.
Don't care if you vote, our parties are the same.
We profit off your lives, you get bread and circus.
Slaves-your culture is set up
Slaves-to keep us in control
Slaves-go on try to speak your mind
Slaves-we know how to profit off it.

HYSTERIA (2001)
Presumptuous, insideous, america, america.
Hilarious, hysteria, america, america.
Contemptuous, contaminates, america, america.
The world would laugh at you if it wasn't so afraid,
Its not respect that they follow you, they're subservient with fear.

WE WANT ANOTHER COLD WAR (2000)
Think of all the profits made on wealthy war contracts,
A missile shield in the atmosphere to protect the yankee race.
We need strength in outer space so fuck the ABM.
Save us from the NPT and the ruskie START treaties.
Whoooa-oh Another cold war baby, all we really want…..
Stocks will sore for our corporations-No fear of proliferation!
Create a fear of a rogue state, and end this silly debate.
Our economic BOOM won't last for long,
We need another missile scare//scam, north korea and iran.
Whoooa-oh another cold war baby……
We want a cold war, bring back a cold war, we want a cold war…..

UDISCIPLINED SOLDIER (2000)
We brought our devastation, we brought annihilation,
We pass out at the end of the day in a gang rape posse in another My Lai.
Undisciplined.
We brought annihilation. Need no justification.
Murder, rape, kick in the face. Legal for a soldier in a master race.
Undisciplined Soldiers.
We scoff at human rights, no respect for life.
Srebrenica part of war, rwanda call to arms.
The Hague is assinine, we'll cover up your crime.
Well, Hey peasant don't you know civilians are part of a soldiers pay.
U.N. is impotent, commit your crimes with impunity.
There are no rules to war, we're undisciplined soldiers we do as we
please.

STRANGLE (2000)
Half the world is filthy poor, living off US$2.00 a day.
Economic strangulation, the american way.
Have you ever wondered why? Have you ever stopped to try?
How did we get this gap between the rich and poor?
We control the factories, and the raw materials.
The world is our, let's trash this place!
Its our manifest destiny.
Strangle!-Your consumer ways
Strangle!-All your gluttony
Strangle!--Have you ever wondered why? Have you ever stopped to try?
How did we get this gap between the rich and poor?
We control the factories, and the raw materials.
The world is our, let's trash this place!
Its our manifest destiny.
Strangle!-Your consumer ways
Strangle!-All your gluttony
Strangle!-Your polluted ways
Strangle!-All your apathy
We'll climb out of the third world ghetto, we'll climb out of the
factories.
We'll slither up rivers you pollute, we'll smash out of your sweatshop
labor.
Let's go down and strangulate them……..

POLLUTION (2001)
I got britta filled water cause the tap isn't safe.
The baby's on the window eating a lunch of lead paint.
The fish in the river are not safe to eat.
Foot and mouth disease in the brittish beef.
Baby bush says no worries about CO2.
U.S. emissions are no problem in the atmosphere.
Don't worry about the hole when you look up towards the stars,
Think of the missile defense station saving our lives!
Pollution, we're gonna die of pollution.
Oil tankers crashing on the ocean coast.
Energy Costs! Drill the national parks.
The smog from the cars and the factory pipes,
Yet your concern is at the bar with my second hand smoke.
Pollution, we're gonna die of pollution.
"Trees, not people, causes pollution."
The energy pigs have the final solution.
Forget about Saddam and the Middle East,
Blame the energy costs on environmentalists!
Kyoto becomes an inconvenience
When the only concern for consumers is
Energy costs, energy crisis!
U.S. produces one-forth of the green house emissions,
But we're only four percent of the population.
If we won't cut back on our luxuries,
We'll continue to let the world suffer!
Pollution.

PACIFIST ACCEPTANCE (2001)
Ghandi kept the peace, played right in to their hands.
How many brittish wounded, but how many muslims dead?
And where was the brittish empire in 1948?
Strapped and poor, mostly gone, bankrupt from the war.
No more, no more, pacifist resistance.
Would we know the pain in Palestine if the PLO was calm?
Try to convince a banker to pay his proper share.
Romanticize and fantasize now tell me what you got,
A hippie manifesto, another movement dead.
No more, no more pacifist acceptance.
Democracy, the peoples choice, is easily abused.
Sometimes the only option is a bullet in the head.
Czolgosz saw the power held by just one man.
He didn't try consensus, he shot McKinley dead.

CONSUMPTION (2001)
Trapped inside your possessions, your modern holy rite.
We must have consumption, to prove our cultures might.
Accumulate commodities, do you feel the immortality?
A world of sweatshops, toil, pain, and pride of your companies.
Freedom smashed in the name of greed. Pride of your commodities.
Addictive wealth, consumer culture. A plague upon both of your houses,
with consumption.
Technologies, a sign of progress but your system is still so barbaric.
Nazi, commie, the inquisition, you discredit with an ironic grin.
You boast about how far we've come, learned our lessons in history.
Yet the ruling class luxuries have improved
As have your methods of rule over us.
While the rest of us our living in a life of shit.
Day by day we struggle for our daily bread.
And you jam down our throats the lifestyles of the rich.
And say the masses are lethargic, that's why they don't get ahead.
Never enough resources, the world is here to buy and sell.
Human life is expendable in the name of elite wealth.
Pass it off as a moral trait, in progress some gotta get ahead.
A world of sweatshops, toil, pain, and pride of your companies!
Freedom smashed in the name of greed. Pride of your commodities.
Addictive wealth, consumer culture, A plague upon both of your houses
With consumption.

THANK YOU (2001)
Thank you for a polluted war and economic strife.
Hvala for dictatorships and lack of human rights.
Merci for the starving poor and all the ignorance.
Gracias for your sorry ass, must we deal with it too?
A kun for racism, and all the genocide.
Obligado for war, you taught us how to kill.
We were brought into this world, and inherit your mistakes.
You elders have the audacity to expect for us to cherish all your
progress
And pay our due respect?
Kyazoomtimbarde for the communist call, the cold war hatred and the
Berlin wall.
Com on everybody for a nuclear war. You gave us the ability to blow up
the world.
Kap koon for the heroin and all the drug addiction.
Allegato for the A-bomb, you proved you are insane.
Tambied for the world bank and economic strife.
Es tooty for the civil wars and all the ethnic hate.
We were brought into this world, and inherit your disgrace, and you
elders have
the audacity to expect for us to cherish all your progress and due
respect?
Namasthe, another day, I wonder what its worth.
Koszi szepen for the allegiance to a flag.
Graci prostitution, wall street and religion.
Jaquiem, a requiem for the human race.

HUNGER, AIDS & CANCER (2001)
There's no need for speculation on the problem of overpopulation,
The masses have only three desires; eat, fuck and smoke.
Sure war is good for the economy, but we don't need, anymore,
To trick those excess workers to die for god and state
We've got Hunger AIDS and cancer.
Tobacco lobbyists hard at work, profits in our economy.
All those polluted factories are now safely tucked away
In the third world nations, disguised as development,
Let them work in polluted soil and ease their toil with cigarettes.
It's hunger AIDS and cancer.
Millions of africans are positive HIV.
All the women without work can prostitute our needs.
No need for condom factories we got our clergy to appease.
Now what about the starving billions, such a pain in the ass.
Just cut off all the charity, bangladesh won't last.
Its worked for several thousand years, just hoard the rice and bread.
Those squalid ghetto nations allow diseases to spread, Like
Hunger AIDS and cancer

YANKEE (2000)
Yankee, yankee, yankee, yankee.
The world is obsolete, its all about me.
The world is obsolete, me me me,
I'm a yankee yankee, yankee…
I've got audacity, I couldn't care.
My world is obsolete, I'm a yankee
Yankee yankee yankee.

PRO-LIFE IS TERRORISM (1999)
Your malevolent deity has no place in our society.
Bomb our clinics, burn them to the ground
Well its about fucking time someone takes YOU down.
Assassinate our doctors, and harass their kids,
Heckle young women with rosemary beads.
Pro-life is terrorism
Pro-life is terrorism
And we'll fucking fight you to the grave.
Its all about choice not your useless gods.
Your morals are outdated and proven wrong
Nuremburg files on the internet!
Get some class and maybe we'll communicate.
Pro-life is terrorism….
Its true abortion should not be used as birth control
But we all got problems of our own
Our bodies are ours to do as we please
Not controlled by mythology.
Pro-life is terrororism….

NO MORE CONSUMER WARS (1999)
So many options that can shit on me, but I've got to subsist in the
modern world.
Really don't car 'bout your selling points, or
high-octane-human-made-nutrients.
I just want so real food, without all the wax and pesticides,
I don't care if my tomato is not ruby red, colorful produce is ambiguous.
No more consumers wars.
We're so fucking sick of this mindless crap, get that marketing research
off our backs.
35 brands of deodorant, is that what your freedom's all about?
We just want reasonable sustenance, stop diverting our attention with
nonsense.
We're so fucking sick of these capitalists, bottom line profits over our
existance.
No more consumer wars.

FUCK MY IDOLS (1999)
Where's the idols to set me strait? With which personality should I
relate?
Watered down portraits on a second-hand coat. Poor translations of my
favorite quote.
Emma Goldman!-Camile Paglia-Bukunin-Sid Vicious!
I'm a prodigé in weathered snow, romanticize life with my heroes.
Find a cause and a superfluous group. Follow book covers to fuck up this
place, Go!
Abbie Hoffman-Che Guevera-Leon Trotsky-Eve Libertine!

ANGOLA (1999) (never recorded)
Angola!

REFUGEE ANNOYANCE (1999)
From civil wars to genocide, displaced people run and hide.
Fleeing from their condemnation, shattered with intimidation.
What are we gonna do about the cop problem?
What are we gonna do about the government?
What are we gonna do in the United Nations?
What are we gonna say to the usa?
Grasping straws in foreign lands, as tadjiks flee to afghanistan!
Cross the border to a hostile nation, locals full of indignation.
Disease bloom, no sanitation, flourish with no medication.
Dazzled, fazed, and on the run, refugess are devastated!
But my precious time cannot be wasted.
Millions of displaced people, herded into united nations refugee camps,
where they are easily slaughtered by ethnic rivals, under the watch of UN
peacekeepers. In rwanda, uganda, angola, congo, east timor, bosnia,
sierra leone, and bhutan. Fleeing, running, hiding, crying, begging
dying!
Looking for help, begging for more, Refugee annoyance!!
Reneg on the human aid, as the public interest fades.
Western world content with war, so refugees are such a bore.
Scores more die, its not my fault, sitting on my comfortable ass.

FUCK THE FRENCH. (1998)
We should all hate the french, they're so fucking arrogant
Spreading croissants all around, let's burn Paris to the ground.
Fuck the french, fuck the french
They had Napolean, they let the nazis in
Je non sies pas Jaques Coustaue, all you frogs have got to go
Fuck the french

2000 YEARS (1998)
2000, 2000, 2000 years of jesus x2
And I want out.
2000, 2000, 2000 years of jesus
2000, 2000, 2000 years shit.

ASSASSINATION (1998) (Recorded with Liberation but never released)
Assassination.
The pond stood still in a suburban town, until I threw the banker in tied
and bound, the ripples scared the frogs and the ducks flew away, another
dead banker, another good day.
We will assassinate them, try to annihilate them, until all their power
is gone, we'll kill them one by one.
It was another slow day at ratheon, somemore corporate contracts for
nuclear arms, hanging by a noose is a CEO, his toes stopped flinching
about an hour ago.
Assassination.

ÜZLET EMBÉREK (1997)
I do not know how to write in Hungarian.
The song is about Businessmen.

BURMA (1997)
40 years of brutality
Corporation controlled misery
Forced labor with a gun at your head
Institutionalized rape
Murder & torture is a way of life
Xenophobia police
Gas fields in mass cemeteries
UNOCAL owns the rights!
Even government sanctions
Go ignored by our companies
Consumer market takes precedent
To basic human rights
Whoa-child labor builds the highways
Whoa-Yadana pipeline massacre
Burma!
August 8, 1988
The people had enough
But U Nu in '62
Ne Win would not comply
Whoa-blood flows in the streets of Rangoon
Whoa-as thousands, unarmed, are massacred
Whoa-the perfect dictatorship-
Myanmar!
1990 elections
are overthrown by the junta
Annie-Sue to the rescue
But the NLD disappear
Whoa-The NLD
Whoa-Aung San Sue Kyi
Whoa-Myanmar democracy!!

PROUD AMERICANS (1997) (Runt of the Litter #5 Fan-Attic records)
Proud to be born in the USA----With the best living standards in the
world-which we stole, then we raped everyone else--- Its in our culture,
in our blood, for the rest of our lives.
And I bet you hate the rich of the usa!---But, is it bread for all or
jelousy?-And can you give up the comfort and all the convenience that the
rest of the worl can't even dream of?
Proud! Born aryan in nazi germany
Proud! Born jewish in the Gaza Strip
Proud! Born serbian in yugoslavia
Proud! Born yankee in the usa
Americans are pampered-Its in our blood
Americans are spoiled-Our day will come.
And when you win this revolution
And expropriate the land for the common good
Can you give up the comfort, and all the convenience
That the rest of the world can't even dream of?

LEON CZOLGOSZ (1997) (frazzled records cassette)
This ain't Planned Parenthood-I've got no bible truths-I'm no militia
man-And I don't fear no master plan.
In L.A. a bomb at an ATM-A court room blown by terrorists, we come to
find out it's a drug lord's attempt to destroy evidence.
Leon Czolgosz-What do we do?
Leon Czolgosz-We've all got to die sometime.
All the anarchist staring at the TV-Never really having anything to
say-Obedient fashion-monger assinine americans-who pose no threat to the
capitalists.
No sense in terrorism, that's just what the newsman says-Is life too nice
to put up a fight?-Let build a fucking bomb, show them how they're really
wrong-put the threat of death back in their life.
Leon Czolgosz….
We're too damn passive, just like the masses-Civil disobedience only goes
so far-Let's build a fucking bomb, show them how much they're really
wrong-put the threat of death back in their fucking life.

NO STYLE (1997) (frazzled records cassette)
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx?????????????????????

FUCK (1997) (Lyrics by V! & Keller) (frazzled records cassette)
A matador with purple hair, a jacked up coup d'eville
One more time and I'll fuck you up, like the barber of Seville.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
Oral ejaculation, It just makes common sense,
Its christmas time in pakistan, it'll cost you 50 pents.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
I found myself on Broadway, in Eric S____'s pants.
I'll have some maple syrup, you stupid fucking ass

MEANS & ENDS (1997) (frazzled records cassette)
Gimme some booze, gimme some drugs, gimme some pills, I gotta get ahead.
Scramble some eggs, chic strobe lights, chick without AIDS on a Saturday
night.
One of these days, someone will come up
And tell me what I'm supposed to do.
Waiting for the day when I wake up
For a telegram with my future life.
Little did you realize how little there is to keep your life
Outside of society.
Gimme some means, or gimme some ends….
Got a job, got a wife, got a house, what else to do?

CHUBBY PUNKERS WITH BIG HAIR (1997) (frazzled records cassette)
Chubby punkers with big hair (repeat a ridiculous amount of times)
I'm punk beautiful!
Where's my photo shoot!
Etc….

JESSE HELMS (1997) (frazzled records cassette)
I'm gonna tolcock Jesse. Somebody sniff some glue.
Art's superfluous. We need sodomy.
We're going to fight some fascist.
Safari room, with hemp-fest-Helms.
They need to regulate. They need to draft some rules.
Can't choose for yourself. There is a price for freedom.

ONE WIFE'S FOLLEY (1998) (frazzled records cassette)
An article taken from SUNDAY MIRROR MAGAZINE section. 7 May, 1944

SPAM HAIKU (1998) (frazzled records cassette)
Spam Haikus sung by Jason Betnoire, taken from "Fetiperous Objections"
Issue two.

DANCE WITH THE NAZI"S (1997) (frazzled records cassette)
Is this all about music? Are we just here to have fun?
When you allow your friends to be racist Do you realized what you've
done?
I'll allow their racist graffiti in the pubs and clubs in town,
I will shut up, no I won't raise a fuss, 'cause damn, we're here to just
have fun.
Dance with nazi's
Your ANTIFA patches mean nothing, when the scenes full of sympathy.
How can anyone justify this musical unity.
Let's god dance with the nazi's, they're the biggest guys at the show.
I won't raise fuss & hope I don't get bashed,
'Cause, damn, they got nice tattoos.
If you dance with nazi's, then you're a nazi.

BIGGEST JOKE OF ALL (1997) (frazzled records cassette)
Now I'm at the age where I can do as I please.
Somebody show me where's the tv.
I could out and flaunt my beliefs,
But I'll study for the system, and choose a religion.
I'll plan for my future and corporate job
Apathy has won, I won't think at all.
Oh, Access to information, Underground communication
Yet, we're the biggest joke, We're the biggest joke of all.
Happy hippies of the modern world,
No time for action, 'cause I got my job.
Too self conscious to make a stand,
Popular opinion will hold my hand
So many buzzwords that could fit on me
I'll deny everything within me..
Access to information, underground communication,
Yet,, we're the biggest joke, We're the biggest joke of all.

WORKING CLASS (Ode to Hard Core.) (1997) (frazzled records cassette)
Working class pride, working class strife, working class struggle,
working class fight.
Working class, its time, working class unite.
Do that, do that, what do you know? I know, I know, I know I want to
fight!
I know, I know I'm right.
Call to arms to pick up the slack-The factories are gone we got to
attack,
Where's the immigrant? Where's the queer?
Racist politics fueled by beer.
Fighting for a flag that moved my job,
Fighting for a flag to fuck liberty.
Right wing lyrics to sell an LP,
Pro-life morality…..

SANDANISTA (1997) originally by Blinking Lights (lyrics V! & Keller)
I wanna be a sandanista
I wanna fight Señor Samoza.
From mexico to argentina
Sympathies for real freedom
I wanna be a sandanista too.
I wann surf in Nicaragua
I wanna drink latino agua
I wanna fight a glorious war
Spill over to El Salvador.
I wanna be a sandanista too.
I wanna fight for Daniel Ortega
He can't be worse than Noriega.
From mexico to argentina
Sympathies for real freedom
I wanna be a sandansita too.

FUCK NATIONALISM (1996) Originally performed by Fuctoobs (lyrics V!)
(frazzled records cassette)
Fuck Nationalism and your american pride
Fuck Nationalism another genocide
Fuck Nationalism your borders wall us in
Fuck Nationalism it's a ruling class sin
Steal some wealth and bring it home--filter it to all the clones-salute
the flag, now don't get mad-at the ruling class.
Fuck Nationalism……….

STYLE OVER SUBSTANCE (1996) Originally performed by the Fuctoobs (Lyrics V!)
(frazzled records cassette)
I am a progressive guy
Tell me what I want to buy
Pay a buck and get a thought
I guess its just american luck
Style Over Substance
Consumer market-Nouvoux riche
Counter culture ain't unique
Pay a buck and get a thought
I guess its just american luck
Style Over Substance
Tell, then sell me what I want….

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