MAC 10
School kids with MAC 10’s
Smoke dope for courage
Green suburban schoolyards
And video paint-ball jungles...
Blast their bad-time schoolmates
The do-gooders had it comin'
Ready to hose, your grungy Goth clothes
Treat you like they were slummin'
The Brady Bunch got slaughtered
In the Jihad of the Junkies
For anything they could find to sell
To stave off the one trick monkey...
Load up the trunk with high class loot
Jonesing, they can't wait to unload it
Kill for a fix
Turn a few Tricks
And go out again in the morning.
Lost in the vinyl of Lazy-Boy Land,
Parents are chained to a wall-sized T.V.
Watching wholesale murder and rape
Too far from the fridge to relieve
Kosovo, Rwanda, or Taliban Thugs
The Belly of the Monster keeps filling
No need to take a stand, in Lazy-Boy Land
Or give a damn about all that ruthless killing.
"Life chops its own Meat"
In the fly-papered lair
Youthful minds cross-thread and fry
Not that anyone cares...
Everyone’s to blame unless they have
Your Name
Your Religion, Your Skin Color, or History
Shit in-Shit out, is what dope is all about...
So why is Violence and Hate such a mystery?
Classmates gather around the graves,
Their pain shows the turmoil they're in
With Mac 10's and junkies
And Lazy-Boy Flunkies
The Proof's in The Pudding -- Amen
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