Super Powers Enable Me To Blend In With Machinery Lyrics By Dillinger Four

It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus
Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust
but there's something about this city's gray
that seems to say all there is to say
Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent
Faking loyalty and getting paid
Fuck them all
She keeps the variety section and then gives the rest to me
She says she remembers when buses were nicer
"There's no dignity in plastic seats"
But there's something about the way she said
"The only good boss is one that's dead"
These broad shoulders giggled all over the bus
And work ethics crumbled into "them and us"
Fuck them all
And all these specters of the work place
Turned from effigy into reality
And yeah I wish it was that simple
To think a belly laugh is really all we need
But it's the slow decay of the day to day
That says take your pay check, accept your place and fade away
but there was dignity in plastic seats that day

Q How Many Punks Does It Take To Change A Lightbulb Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Check that writing on the wall
It's been there all along but we've paid no attention
Packaged disent for all
So eager to buy in but never question intentions
A change of appearance, nothing more than adherence
The new you's looking strangely like the old
I guess that the more things change the more they stay the same

All the kids so satisfied to shut their eyes
And shed their skins

Singing along with all your breath
But no sound comes out cuz there's just wind behind it
Swallow but don't digest
You've heard it all once and don't like to be reminded

Not gonna glorify the past, it was the same
We felt like the fire couldn't be contained
And it was you and me against the world
But we were already eating out of their hands

A Floater Left With Pleasure In The Executive Washroom Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Single file lines born by design
With a brass ring so deceiving
Chipped away to a status cult
Where indifference breeds control
And then with time comes "toe the line"
Cherish this pride made numb from feeling
The we have denial
"It's all in my head"

Will we do anything for bread?

If anything we've ever said
Means nothing now than it never did
Believe me
This isn't what we want
This isn't what we need
This is what we can afford

Where once there was a pat on the back
Is now just a crack of the whip
Where once there was a celebrated coming of age
Is just a uniform that doesn't fit
Witness this most common breed
Whittled down to property
And keep on singin'
"It's all in my head"

Celebrate this sorry state
With anecdotes of what you hate
And try to take comfort in the fact
That you're not alone

This isn't you
It's just what you do
Don't mistake the irony of calling it a "living"
If you feel like no one
If you feel like nothing
You've only been taking what they're giving

Music Is None Of My Business Lyrics By Dillinger Four

We are the force to bring another day
We are the order in the disarray
We are forgiveness and we are love
We are the sword and we are the dove
And if this thing stops breathing
And if this thing blew up today
We did it our way
The chain reaction is the only truth
We push and pull but always stay in place
We set our course, now we're just passing through
We bred the worst and and so the worst comes true
And if this thing stopped turning
We wouldn't notice anyway
We'll fan it while it's burning
Then look for something else to blame
We'll take what's left and we'll sell it
As little souveneirs, of what before was here
You know once we've done it we'll do it again
It all starts over, suspicion and an eye for an eye
We notice difference and vanity starts setting in
Then arrogance, and we're all to pretty to die

Labourissuesinthetoydepartment Lyrics By Dillinger Four

"Know your place"
It's like a voice
That won't go away
Live vices we hold to tradition
Like children not allowed to across the street
Starving for some recognition
Where want and honesty meet
Nothing known can match the bitter pain
Of knowing happiness is just beyond the reach of your chain
And the overwhelming feeling it will be the same forever

Now here I'm looking down a hole again
Treating damage and despair like they're long lost friends
With no remedy at all
I'm just waiting for the fall
Staring out the window
Like what's outside's unattainable

Cover me with roses for the funeral pyre
Shoot this dashing carcass out to fucking sea
I can't wait, in this state
This voice, these hands
Don't feel like they're really
Me

I'm the blinded who can feel that he's surrounded by walls
And relief is very seldom cheap
Now I think I'm gonna snap
Like prey in a trap
Watch as desperation takes a seat
Forgive me my trespasses
Like I know I'll trespass tonight
Don't want to hear any voices at all
Even if they're saying I'm alright

Memories beating soundly on the body
Cursing what's left of the sorry shell
I'd give anything to make this heart stop pounding
Staring out the window
Like what's outside's unattainable

Now life's like a b-movie
That no one wants to see
Here comes the zombie
Portraying me
What was once so crystal clear
Is now cranked past the norm
And I can't take it anymore

Folk Song Lyrics By Dillinger Four

It's like picking up the pieces is a daily chore
Thinking of your time card forms a habit
Watching rick folks on T.V.'s like picking a sore
Fuck it all, they can have it
And now I'm loaded like a gun again
Like a plague of locusts heaven sent
Just a ball of dissension with a death perception
I won't sweat the definition of content

They said "better safe than sorry" and "look out for #1"
I heard "only play the cards your shown"
Fuck what they say
It doesn't matter anyway
Only in your grave are you alone

Like grown men staring with little boy's eyes
And actresses speaking with conviction
These people should demand a pulitzer prize
For various works of fiction

"Judge a book by it's cover"
And "keep one eye on your back"
I heard "only play the cards your shown"
I say fuck what they say
It doesn't matter anyway
Only in your grave are you alone

So many people with so much to show
Rotting away in their own little holes
One can only wonder why
I'll celebrate my home
But know that I'm not alone
Only fools are "along for the ride"
In think of the size
Of the world that's right outside
Please don't waste it trying to hide

Honey I Shit The Hot Tub Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Watch the clouds form outside my window
I light another as the city goes grey
Face the whirlwind with a polite smile
Resist the motion of sef righteous crusades Some of the others live for deprivation
It's not something that I could ever do
I get my kicks from complete annihilation
A brown paper bottle to kill yesterday's news
The right sight but the wrong kind of vision
A grain of salt could do us all a little good
Just when the world seems so understanding
It knocks you over with a silent left hook
I faced a thousand attitudes like this one before
You can show me your restrictions
While I'm showing you the door

Super Models Don't Drink Colt .45 Lyrics By Dillinger Four

They know you've got nothing to lose
Because if you 'd had a chance you would've lost that too
Dazzled by the image of the self-made man
They hold out shiny thing snd then they slap your hand
It's not what you are, it's not what you do
It is what you've got and who you'll screw
Your boot straps were broken before you arrived
Throw my hands up at this world sometimes
People get shot for fucking clothing
Then nation's best dressed genocide
Style is the bait put your hand in your pocket
Envy is the hook and there's no way to stop it
They will reel you in every time
You watch the images on your T.V.
It's full of plastic people who you'll never be
They want you to feel ugly because it sells more shit
You've got to measure up or else you'll never fit
It's not what you say, it's not your outlook
It is what you've got, it is how you look
The pageant was over before you arrived
Throw my hands up at this world sometimes
People carve up their fucking faces
People get sick for other's eyes
Sit back, don't worry about nothing
Does anybody see the irony in cloning sheep?
Yeah, that's just what the world needs, more sheep
Like there aren't already millions of us
There's already millions of us

Sally Maclennane Lyrics By Dillinger Four

[Pogues Cover]

jimmy planned harmonica in the pub where i was born
he played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn
he soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn
and they all looked very happy in the morning

but jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours
where the elephant man broke strong men's necks
amd had too many powers
so sad to see the grieving of the people that i'm leaving
and he took the road for god knows in the morning

we walked him to the station in the rain
we kissed him as we put him on the train
then we sand him a song of tides long
but we knew that we'd be seeing him again
i'm sad to say i must be on my way
so buy me beer or whiskey cuz i'm going far away
i'd like to say i'll be returning when i can
to the greatest little boozer and to sally maclennane

Hand Made Hard Times Handed Back Lyrics By Dillinger Four

I was just a kid when I found out how cruel the world could be
Faded pictures from forgotten times of endless misery
I lit a candle but I could not know why
We didn't talk about it anymore, the page already turned
Of all the things they had tried to teach
Indifference is what I learned
"Light a candle and you have done all you can"
Well I've watched as blind eyes turned away again
And seen iron wrought convictions as they've bent
Want to believe that it's not on your hands
So easy to pretend there's someone else who gives a damn
So easy, but so hard to forget
You can change the channel but it doesn't change the end
It looks like business as usual again
Drowned in your culture of "peace"
You turn your back to the "beast"
It's so easy to do
So easy

Holy Shit Lyrics By Dillinger Four

High and dry you've got a hold on the fucking truth. You've got nothing but a
Blank hand don't you? In the end it's just a tired explanation, and
I can't sit still for the duration
You raised me with your hands raised to the sky, I guess there was
A time I believed your ways. I learned to read between the lines,
I learned to question what they say
And it gets worse before it's over, there's no truth in the clouds above,
No luck in clover. And I don't believe I'd have it any other way.
Sunday school at age nine, I thought I was on the winning team, because
I wanted to see it, I wanted to need it. It was nine years of holy
shit and I believed it.
You raised me with my hands behind my back, I guess there was a time
When I broke away. I learned to disregard the lies, I learned to
Question what they say.
I won't look through your lens, tainted by intolerance and based
On false morality. All in the name of greed. Amen

All Rise For The Rational Anthem Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Never been safe to live in contrast
They're passing out muzzles
With the gas masks
This one's for you and all you've done
And what we will become
When they tear out your throat
Because you're singing different notes

They call it the "new macarthyism"
The only thing that's new
Is the name it's coming from
Just leave your opinions at the door
They're not welcome anymore
Extinguish the light in your mind so they can get some sleep

Less is never more
Hear them knocking at your door
Take one for the team
Bury what you think
Save yourself now
Let ideology sink
Hypocrisy surrounds
Say what you want
Don't say it outloud

It's not as simple as the last time
But everybody suffers
When we accept the party line
Simple arguments
Now accusations of dissent
A statement of fact
Now there's no chance
To turn your back

Walking a tight rope
So close to falling down
You take a wrong step
You're tumbling to the ground
We've lost our senses
And we are falling down