They say put trust in us, just see the best in us.
Put all your lives down on the counter, we'll be swift and just
Do all the right things, follow the hype strings
It’s guaranteed we’re on your side just like a flight team.
A little closer now, we need your profile
Another snap so we know where to send the dough to ya
Beware of other tribes, they’re from another side
Just hide your ears and eyes and mind and give another dime
Another mind hits the dust before it even had a chance
Aren’t you tired of this orchestrated corporated dance?
They take a mile and a coke, grin and smile as we choke
Sordid hands, fast romance, boiled bath, death finance
Holes in pockets lined with hands, claiming shit they conjured-up
Mobbed up but official, state approved, outta luck.
Give a fuck, no I don’t, centuries lost, blowing smoke
Leaving people always broke, propped with credit, stolen hope
Divide and conquer’s not a trope, more like a business model boat,
Confined to a moat, we’re charged to float
A smash and grab job, that's what it is
Just let these peasants duke it out, it’s show biz
All their technology and big wigs, yet self destruction on repeat like little kids
What do they say to us? “Just buck up.”
The system’s working super smooth, it’s so clutch.
We scuff up your hand it’s a scam
We muck-up your plan it’s a bluff
We fuck-up your clan that’s a scam
We disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
Flashy-lights to your life’s subtraction, faux satisfaction, status-quo traction
Exploited actions, groupthink contraptions, to glean a reaction from the zombie faction
Oh what a surprise, too big for those eyes, extort the supplies
Glide high on those lies, they live and we die, a matter of time
Pretend it’s alright, suburban blight, you got no fuckin rights
But play the high life, labeled, spar as we fight
For a spot on the dais, reward to play nice
Trot the maze like good mice, toe the sinking hot-line
There’s no questions they like, just repeat the corporate diet
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your plan it’s a bluff
We fuck up your clan that’s a scam
Self disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your plan it’s a bluff
We fuck up your clan that’s a scam
Self disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
They figured “trust in us” was enough
Free thought with caveat shuffles and crust
Can’t crack us unpredictable nuts.
Unreplaceable punk doesn’t rust.
Just keep your eyes off the substance and keep playing with toys
Constant death and destruction, blood thirsty cowboys
Yeehaw, kill em all, work and spend the mall
Got another dime to shell ya, you shall eat it down and smile
Got that luck? No we don’t, trust is lost, peasants broke
Propped with credit, stolen hope, divide and conquer in a moat
A smash and grab job, of your shit.
The systems working hard to shut your eyelids.
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your plan it’s a bluff
We fuck up your clan that’s a scam
We disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your plan it’s a bust
We fuck up your clan that’s a scam
We disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
A smothered grind, feeded lust to keep the workers in a trance
While we’re blind to this orchestrated corporated dance
They’ll take a mile as a joke, grin and smile at your stroke
Sordid hands, fast romance, boiled bath, death finance
Holes in a pockets lined with hands, claiming shit they conjured-up
Propped up and official, state approved, outta luck
A slash and nab job, that's what it is
The system’s working like it should, a show biz.
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your clan it’s a bust
We fuck up your plan that’s a scam
Self-destruct the corrupt, that's enough.
Dread Pirate Roberts is an underrated genius on the mic, the beat, and the pen. 'Hand of Death' and the self titled 'Dread Pirate Roberts' are my personal faves. Betamax DC
Aussie upstarts juxtapose tightly-wound post punk songwriting with nuanced production, jangling choruses, and heady jams. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2023