VOLTAGE & VIOLETS file cabinet ...and stuck into categories we never made defined in ways we never imagined shaped by the words we meant not to say made into something we never were filed into cabinets and quickly forgotten only remembered when time is of essence accused by the pointing fingers we point judgement made on faulty assumptions look around, look away i can't see the light of day don't you ever wonder why it's gone, much too far privacy inside a jar i don't understand the reasons we continue to live our lives as we do misunderstood and lonely kid ourselves with things we think teetering on the brink out of hand i know it's getting out of hand out of my sight and out of my mind and all these problems get locked up inside there is no place to run & hide i know it's getting out of hand out of my sight & it's out of my mind i don't want global suicide i can't help but feel my hands are tied... ...i feel and think it's out of hand and i know i'm not out of my mind i won't submit to suicide i know the problem's not inside the only way taught to think by someone else's rules people turn into a gang of fools minds are cleansed with verbal doggy doo all things thought get covered up in school thought it was the only way live by rules of the status quo wishy-washy and so middle of the road do precisely as you're told "normal people" make my blood run cold thought it was the only way but you didn't really think at all your mind was a blank all your thoughts were suppressed by the way you were raised to accept all the lies and the vision of wealth that they shoved into your head turned out to be shit thought it was the only way times beach frolicking down the beach my tan is covered with spots they said we had to move out cuz of the chemical dump you can't make a home where the children get sick you can't make a life where the water is toxic dioxin doesn't make life very sweet just ask the folks who used to live at times beach ghost towns are made by the rich people are treated like trash everthings turning to dust echoes of what used to be homophobia "i just heard this song, caught the last few words, it's all 'bout hating fags, man it was fucking rad!" what did it mean? why did you agree? you're just a closet queen and you're not impressing me "no i'm fucking serious, it was really cool! i think i can remember and now i'm gonna sing it for you" no, i don't wanna hear it your head is up your ass you must be insecure, why don't you tell me about your past? homophobia is a fear that arises out of insecurity of one's own sexuality exacerbated by a society that looks upon sex as a commodity and sets standards of masculinity and femininity whatever prop me up and i'll fall back down bury my bones in the cold cold ground i'm so stressed out and i feel like shit but i don't have the will enough to deal with it what the fuck are you living for? when every day's just another battle in this war crippled shell of a man i love who doesn't have the strength enough to rise above buffalo "You see any buffalo?" "No" i killed the indians with my four-wheel drives and my shopping centers i paved over their mass graves! i moved their decendants on to a barren land and got them drunk on budweiser! like medusa, turning men into stone i turned the indian into wood and stood him outside a cigar store! abuse something's in the way something's in the road obstacles for me something's in my throat some things bother me some things don't other things might my life's a sinking boat don't let me drown, don't let me sink i'm not gonna rot, i'm not gonna stink like rotting playing happy games keeping up a smile keeping myself happy just for a while making ugly music writing stupid words why do you want to listen? don't you get disturbed? aren't you getting tired? don't i make you sick? isn't your stomach turning? doesn't my face need to be kicked? self-abuse, from me to you, to cover myself to cover the truth, no self-worth, i'm eating dirt, and i'll get smart and eat my words and eat my words and eat my words and eat my words and eat my words god, jerry, and the p.m.r.c. we've got to rid this country of the evil influence of rock 'n' roll perverts in order to preserve the sanctity of this grand and glorious nation that god has given us to exploit. well, because of the breakdown of the family unit and the uh, morally debasing aspects of the entertainment industry we the self-appointed guardians of public morality have deemed it necessary to censor this trash. god, jerry, and the p.m.r.c. song x slag me and i wonder, you steal my thunder we're torn asunder, what the fuck? hey man that's rather stupid and it's useless can't we see that it just sucks? all these word attacks behind my back feels like a knife stuck in my back now listen! then i see you walking we don't talk and we just gawk and step aside i feel that it's useless and it's stupid and it's just our stupid pride and i see forever i will try but i'll be nothing in your eyes why are we divided? i've decided it's beside the point to fight and i feel it's useless and it's stupid and it's just our stupid pride if we were united, not divided, we might right some of the wrongs with our songs and the words to our songs lock of interest in our own little worlds where we all "suck" and "rule" oh, try to deny we're all the same and taking unheard orders from the glowing box in the corner segregation becomes tattooed on our brains in the freedom famed prisons we're conned into living in there's a piece of the key in every cell with bars of images and locks of beliefs to keep us living inside this hell us and them situations are strengthened in attempts to make them more like us prejudice is taught in the form of graffiti behind the backseat of the bus balderdash the music industry pumps through your head all the stale trite clich‚s that you want to be fed all the violent garbage and the macho trash and now i'm here to tell you that it's balderdash some people look around and they don't like what they see stale singers whining something 'bout some birds and some bees i think that what they need's a swift kick in the ass i need to hear something obnoxious and fast so you cut of your hair and you're ripping your clothes and we all try to look as if a pose ain't a pose i think that what we need's a swift kick in the ass i need to hear something that's gonna last and so you walk into this club and you're lookin' at me and you look a little longer and you don't like what you see and now you want to leave and you got to go because my hair's too long and this song's too slow commercial radio has killed rock'n'roll with their pretty boys in pretty suits that got no soul i think that what they need's a swift kick in the ass i need to hear something that's gonna last and now you wanna leave and you got to go because my hair's too long and my song's too slow junkie everyone's a junkie everyone's a slave what is your obsession? shooting up t.v.? living life for smack? groveling for sex? modern life addiction moremoremoremoremore everyone's a junkie and no one can deny but we all kill for money buybuybuybuybuy money sex and war a hundred bucks a gram scarring up our arms new trans-am? happiness, fame, war, sex, greed, and cars, clothes, new t.v.'s, and drugs and money looks like junk to me... friends they tell us that our friends aren't important because there's work to be done but i'd rather be poor and live with my friends than be rich and die all alone the lust for money has turned people numb their obsessions over power the fright they don't even know or care what they've done they'd kill if the price was right but friends can work out their problems and make the hard times quickly pass a life full of pleasure and good times a feeling of love that will last a life without worry of power or greed it's the only life we've got there's much more to life than increasing it's speed too precious to every be bought and so you lost all your friends because of this game think you'll buy more later on, but the friends that you bought aren't even the same cuz all yuor real friends are gone work hidden in offices without a clue that you're working for them not really for you they've cleverly priced everything you need working's a must there's a family to feed life is expensive you must earn your stay god our creator really wants it this way no... choices... left... this is the world they've made for you they've really come up with the ultimate scam you're working away for their new trans ams work's just another piece of big brother designed to take up all your time time you could spend putting them to an end instead of them robbing you blind human guinea pigs human guinea pigs los alamos burrow injected with serums they walk on a treadmill monday through friday they walk and get nowhere twisted and sideways and nobody cares human guinea pigs their minds on treadmill another experiment in torture and torment cloth mother life industrial death exposed to a toxin i can't draw a breath human guinea pigs do we have to be? caught in a mad scientist fantasy trapped and lonely caught in a cage waiting to be told to obey world of hate people don't care about love anymore it seems that all they wanna do is make a world of hate they're greedy and fuckin' abusive telling me caring is useless all the time they're never thinking of things that really count why do all of you wanna make a world of hate?