Leftover Crack

"Born to Die" by Leftover Crack.

Words and music by Leftover Crack. © 1999-2002, Hellcat Records.
Thanks to "punkyjunky" for the suggestion and information.

Born to die and you get to sit and watch yer t.v. set
believe the lies before yer eyes credit cards &apple pies
50 stars to blind yer eyes 13 stripes to hypnotize
free thought is gone you'll never see yer just a pawn
you'll die tomorrow but today yer empty dreams just fade away
evaporate, dissolve to hate while you survive and wait
until a lifeless fate yer stupid lives just piddle on
you slave fer others and then your gone i just can't escape the lying
the moment we are born we're dying and it's such an ugly sight we have no rights
we have no future
no reasons why

just born to die yer dumb self can't appreciate the freedom in my thought
the weak sense of autonomy when i'm drinking in C-squat
that empty void was never filled but the dreams of others
you helped kill you'll justify, will linger on
but don't ya know that dreams all die the day your born * we have no god's
there's only ignorant bliss
no reasons why

we're born to die gone to bed, god is dead
lies &truth are in my head
your history, economy, society
it isn't me, it's all on you
reality, it's what ya do
it's what ya make the truth in lies
the freedom dies, the mind it numbs, the spirit breaks
with all our rights it kills our future
our reasons why

we're born to die
just born to die

"Atheist Anthem" by Leftover Crack.

Words and music by Leftover Crack. © 1999-2002, Hellcat Records.
Thanks to "punkyjunky" for the suggestion and information.

From high up on yer crucifix
You preach about my triple 6
You spit about my this and that
And yank away yer welcome mat
With a coupon jesus christ will save
So don't you christians misbehave
'cuz santa makes the list himself
And he's rotting on the warehouse shelf

And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
are in the basement huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!

When the greed of man is not appeased
All will rot sick and diseased
Once again the fallen towers
The Tortured death of every hour
And at the toll of the final bell
You lead the righteous down to hell
When all the world is dead by dawn
All I ask is bring me along!

Nuclear Apox spells your doom
like the t.v. in yer living room
each bomb kills a million dead
it melts your skin and implodes yer head
And now you get yer judgement day
You think you'll float up then away
But yer guilty just like everyone
You turn to ash when the burning's done

There's a hunger within you
a tapeworm deep inside
or maybe it's just cancer
the doctors can't decide
but yer stomach keeps on growing
as yer body wastes away
and yer getting ill &weaker
every single fucking day

we are alone
we are alone

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