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MISERY INDEX LYRICS
"Hang Em High" (2007 EP)
1. Hang 'em High
2. Scene and Not Heard
3. Love It or Leave It
4. Discordia (acoustic)
1. Hang 'em High
Hang em til the last ones dead
Hang em til the last ones dead
Hang em til the last ones dead
Let them know we're coming out to kill
Behind gentle eyes, beneath Brooks Brother's gray
The cold calculations of the beast burn hard
For West Virginia miners
And CONAIE in Ecuador
For Delhi child labor
And Niger Delta poor
We kill
We kill
We kill
We kill
...die
Lets hang em fucking high.
2. Scene and Not Heard
Crawling out en masse, they gather
Turkey flop platoons, will scatter
Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting
Always 'scene' and never heard, these core eyesores
What have we learned, in seventeen years of glam-rock in the grave? - That history repeats itself...again
And right on cue, Pavlov's dogs will dance
"Like dude, this band just sucked until they broke it down"
...its coming yet again, I thing I feel it, its coming right now...dance you fashion fuckers
Brie Brie Brie (It's fuckin good cheese) You gotta love it
Always posing, myspace whoring
Mascara und sleeve tattoo
Narcissists in 'youth small' clothing
...next Nirvana, where are you?
3. Love It or Leave It
From 'shock and awe' to 'cut and run'
The parlance of our times
Is shut your mouth or ship it out
"We don't need you traitorous swine"
Tropes that tie the noose
From mediating whores
To bastard critizisers
Who dare to question W's war
vagaries o verse
In sound-bite serenade
The Crawford-texas curse?
Veracity vilified again
Boiling under pressure
Quixotic aspirations hem the wheel
And the blindness of the captain
Steers Jesusland through icy waters still
Full steam ahead.
4. Discordia (acoustic)
Line by line the artifacts spilling across a western world
Awash in imagery and apathy entrenched
We dine together in here on stark, immiserating axioms,
Make our beds, dig our graves
Bled from this cold irrationality onto the corpse of a world...we never asked for.
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