Lowest of the Low

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First of all, I won't argue that they are in fact the "Commiest of the Commie", I just thought it was funny =D

But seriously, anyone who hasn't heard of them (which is MOST people in this world!) should give them a download or three. (Reccommendations: St. Brendan's Way, Subversives, Salesmen Cheats and Liars)

Awesome Toronto rock band, tellin' it like it is, and throwing in the occassional call for Revolution ;)

Eating The Rich

My best friend's got a great career
She answers phones for seven dollars an hour
And every now and then we paint the town Red
And eat our way toward a different balance of power

Well, it's our fate and we don't refuse it
It's our plate but we did not choose it

We're eating the rich now
It's a revolutionary chow-down

Well, I'm a snotty brat with a bad attitude
But I don't believe the world owes me a dinner
But even Jesus Christ might've dined and dashed
The last supper... what a bad holy host
A bread breakin' sinner

And every power lunch has a Gold-Card lining
I feel like the Karl Marx of dining

A brisk run from the cops can help your meal digest
I suggest not a dead-end alley
'Cause if they track you down they'll serve you up
Like a criminal de jour... they'll toss you like a salad
So, take your place and stop your *****in'
The head-chef in the death-row kitchen'

Eating the rich now
It's a revolutionary chow-down

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Black Monday

Black Monday is coming around again
And it feels like a friend that just won't take a hint
'Cause it's hanging me up
And it's hanging around

And I'm feeling far too lost to feel too profound
When the tone of my voice is the loneliest sound
My heroes have all become pathetic clowns
And I'm feeling far too lost to feel too profound

My friend Kate, you laugh like a tidal wave
But "Charlie don't surf" on your laughter on Black Mondays
And the shadows I feel are the shadows in me

And not even your face or your beautiful smile
Or the curve of your breasts or your laughing bright eyes
Could make me believe I'm a winner tonight
When Monday morning is just out of sight

I know a story
About a man who couldn't see past his fingertips
To reach out and touch it
Was just too much like he needs it

And I know a woman
Who reached out to me and all she got were my barbed-wire hands
And I won't be too proud
If she can't depend on me when Black Monday starts coming around

My friend Kate, you are sad and beautiful
And the way I am has never been too good for us
'Cause I'm too blind to hear, and I'm too deaf to see

But I still have a voice that can call out your name
With a gut full of beer and a head full of pain
I can lie in your arms and be lovers again
And thank God Tuesday morning is just hours away

Do you know, I won't let you down?
Rest your head when I come around
Do you know, you can count on me?
Laugh out loud, I see what you see

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Letter From Bilbao

I am writing you this letter in desperation I'm afraid
And I won't be back to Lindsay for the veterans' parade
'Cause I got banged up pretty good in a street-fight in Bilbao
And I won't be coming home to see your young and pretty face

I am far too young to feel so old
And far too tired to care
That I took down twenty bastards before they left me lying here

When I landed here a year ago I know that I believed
That it was better to die upon your feet than to live upon your knees
And it's not that I care any less for that philosophy
But I would spend one night with you in trade for all that I've achieved

'Cause I was never much on dreams
And they were never big on me
And I can't dream my way home from a grave-sight by the sea

So I'll clench my fist and once more sing the Internationale
And I'll say, "goodbye, I love you."

'Cause it's time that I should go