Never Mind

Mister Sam thinks he can bust my chops
Denying me access to his overpriced box of Tops
Leave this boy alone Mister High Brow Snob
You judge me for not kneeling down for a job

I won’t take the blame
Your restless work ethic
Is a god damned shame
And your idea of helping folks
Is simply cruel and lame

You want to see me punished
But what is my crime?
You arrogant egomaniac
You can’t wait to drop the dime
You fuel your little world
With money and double overtime

You want to put me in my place
You think you're in the Olympic rat race
Watch out you phony bastard
Before you fall flat on your face
And we throw a monkey wrench
Into your business-as-usual pace

You think you can silence me
By releasing the hounds?
By processing me into the starving dog pounds?

You’re just pissing me off
And there’s not much more I can stand
I want to be flown away
To a distant Northern land
Will it all go as planned?

I spoke directly to the man –
Coffee Cop Sam
It was therapeutical and non-violent
Wham bam thank you ma’am

So now Lord Sam hath banished me
He sees me as a dirty minded dog
He makes an intruder of me
He thinks I need to be taught
How not to speak
Taught how not to see
Taught how not to feel
How not to steal
Tell me, can you teach me
How to eat without a free meal?

His face is all contorted
Twisted with a sneer and a grunt
He calls me stupid for being so blunt
He must not know the deal
Skinny Puppy gonna cut the testes
Off the men of steel

Set the power songs free
Make my animal spirit sing
Feel the rage building up inside of me
My humiliation drowns in the silence of history
Gosh golly gee – oops
Here I go again – stinging the bee

You are not just
And I am not wicked
The judge is honest in flesh
But a thief in spirit
He won’t let me speak
He doesn’t care to hear it
Maybe he fears it

Brainwashed to be ambitious
Or chained in need
Can’t blame any creature
Killing to be freed
Freed from the law-abiding greed
Freed from the need for all shades of green
And every high-priced privilege in between
What’cha gonna do this Halloween?
Will you hear your own silent scream?
Quiet riot by the lean and mean
We won’t keep our sneakers clean
Pray save my Queen
Pray save your Queen
The most beautiful voice
My ears have ever seen
We better save your Queen
From the greed machine!

She becomes tired
And wishes she were retired
But she’s too damn loyal
To ever get herself fired
And even if she were,
She knows she would
Be quickly rehired
I guess I’ll never know
What really transpired
I’m hanging from a rope,
Pissed off and wired

When truth stared Power down
Power wore a self-righteous frown
Then threatened to call the pigs from downtown
Spoiled pampered business man
He belongs in a gown
And he’s just one more thorn
In my thorny crown

Mama said,
“Punish her for her spineless fright
She lacks the heart to join your fight
She may even believe that might makes right
Don’t worry anymore about your dreams at night

“I told you many times before
Just stay away from that store
Don’t go there no more
Don’t go kicking down their back door
That girl there – she left you dead on the floor”

But mama, I know her life is a bore
I only try to make her smile
That’s what I go there for

Now I got some closure
Hell, I’ve been banned
Has my destiny been subconsciously planned?

Run away, run away
Or would I rather stay
To bear witness to the Passion play?
Shall I run away? Run away?
Or draw a circle in the ground
And squat right here today?
Don’t tell me to move on my way!

Echoes in my mind are not hard to find
I drop a trazadone to help me unwind
Suddenly all my emotions are in a bind
Why the fuck does she submit
To that daily grind?
Don’t tell me to never mind!
No, don’t tell me to never mind

Loyal servants may be well paid
And exempt from the police raid
But what about the rest of us?
Got me running to the phone
Calling Morpheus, calling Morpheus
I’m a sitting duck waiting for a bus

Here comes a warrior buck
Can this just be good luck?
Open the door, I jump in the truck,
And out of scrap heap town I snuck

The story all changed when I stared down her boss
Now Jesus dirt-slams down his bloody cross …
What can be changed?
What needs to be rearranged?

Free your cousin and all the Baptists
Get the people to raise our fists

Jesus would then live to be an old sage
Come on, Jesus, get up, display your rage
Now we’re living in a desperate age
Let’s get your cousin John out of that cage
Come on, get your cousin off this frozen page

Cops and soldiers enforce economic slavery
Topple the empire, let’s set the armies free

Welfare in demand, we’re busy staying alive
We’re swarming all up in your face
Now we’re taking back our hive
And you’re the only asshole
Who buys into your jive

Breathing air, breathing water
Breathing in the silent tears
Cried by your “adopted daughter”
Tell me how you really caught her
It’s hard to believe that you bought her
I’m speaking from the core
Now we’re in the fourth quarter

You might as well spray me with mace
So you can get a better look at my disgrace
I wiped that aristocratic grin right off your face
You may think you’re a king,
But I know I’m an ace

Will I be enraged until my dying day?
Can I make the tides and the winds to sway?
Will I scream my life away as I rot and decay?

Troubled heart,
Now disguise your sorrow
Seize the day
We never reach tomorrow

No longer in my dreams
Seeds die in the toxic dirt
Lo siento senorita
I couldn’t help but flirt

The Baptist talks before Jesus walks
I’m just a lonely wolf that poverty stalks

I’m always hungry like the Trickster
She was never broken,
But her boss swears that he fixed her

Welcome to this scrap town hazing
Looks like we’ll witness riots and Hell raising

Poison ivy warrior plant
They want to exterminate me
But they’ve found that they can’t
Deadly little fire ant gonna rant and rant

You were so f-f-fugly during our heated debate
About your subconscious motives
Concerning Nati’s fate
Go fuck yourself Mister I’m So Great
This Hannibal Lector you underrate
What will be my fate?
You want to see my head on a paper plate
But all you can do is make me more irate
Look into these eyes and you behold the hate
In this town and country, I have a dirty slate
Like an angry wounded shark –
Choking on hooks after swallowing bait

Within my mind – a sea of red
Curled up in the corner of this little shed
Here comes the bullet for my little head
Not from a soldier or a cop
But from Mickey Mouse instead
Now I don’t need your free bread
‘Cause I’m as good as dead
Let the earth be my bed

Money and control, control and money
I never believed you had ever tasted her honey
I just think that you both are control freaks
And not the least bit funny

Challenging your business – I make it my own
Over the cuckoos nest I have finally flown
I won’t rest until this system is overthrown
Until I find a sacred place for my holy stone
A place to tap a drum with a bone

Lastly …

You imagine yourself sophisticated and nice,
But I’m looking straight through you
I don’t have to look twice
Your soul is crawling with demons and lice
And you surround yourself
With self-satisfied mice