"As long as the music is loud enough,
we won't hear the world falling apart."
Jubilee
"There's a gasoline fire on a dead-end street
we're going dancing tonight"
Bad Americans
The future is a punk-rock ballet.
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All I Want
It feels so good to be free
sometimes I wish I was dead
but I know the sun will shine
for a thousand years
I don't wanna live
with both feet on the ground
I don't wanna die
in this town
All alone again
like I always knew I'd be
feels like I'm going home
every time I leave
I don't wanna live
if they won't let me be myself
they make me want to die
be someone else
All I want
is to get out of here
The world is over
for today
©1999 Nathan Payne
Bad Americans
Close those windows
the grass is green but it never grows
I’m not all there and it kinda shows
am I supposed to feel unlucky?
Girls, girls,
everywhere,
in my suitcase, in my hair
they’re so pretty but I don’t care
cuz I love you
She can’t be bought, she can’t be beat
baby put on your favorite feet
there’s a gasoline fire on a dead-end street
we’re goin’ dancin’ tonight
My soda-pop turns into blood
I’m a neon stick in the neon mud
I got the Freedom Flu, and I nearly drowned
in a flood of fascist infrastructure
Throw your body on the fire
is it officer, or offi-sire?
all these kingdom-cumshots make me tired
whatever happened to
serve & protect?
Who’s your favorite candidate?
way too little, way too late
we all voted for a different fate
there is no lesser of 2 evils…
Dinner by the dashboard lamp
I found Jesus Christ in a FEMA camp
and a champion chick magnet
handin’ out pamphlets
on the sly
Some will shout,
and some will scream
life is a dead policeman’s dream
buried in a stretch-mark limousine,
an unmarked grave on the cover of a magazine
Let’s take this war from the top
if it can’t be won,
can it be stopped?
it don’t matter whose dogma you adopt,
the fight is in the street
One by one, and two by four
the pigs come burstin’ through the door
I don’t care who they think they’re doin’ it for,
they’re Bad Americans
Their power is not real
that’s why they work so hard
to make you feel
that they’re the ones
in control
if they were in control
and their power was true
they’d share it all
with me and you,
so the next time they got you down in the hole,
say, officer,
you can kill my body,
but can you save my soul?
tell ‘em!
you can kill my body
but you cannot save my soul
© 2007 Nathan Payne
