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DJ Intro/Nuclear Reactor
03:22
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[we gotta save rock'n'roll!]
(Put it in E-flat, bitches LOVE E-flat!)
Can’t recall the last time she had a home-cooked meal; can’t recall the last piece of clothes she didn’t steal. She’s a reactor, a Nuclear Reactor, havin’ meltdowns again
She may be damaged goods, but she looks brand new. It’s amazing what some eyeliner wings can do. She’s a reactor, a Nuclear Reactor, been havin’ meltdowns again
She shot herself in the head, but the bullet wasn’t silver; puts her fists to the bricks, what makes her stronger could kill her. Barged into your spotlight ‘cause she lost her shine, she’s been her own damn problem this entire time.
Her blood’s drippin on her blouse, but she likes the style. Another fight that wasn’t hers, just add it to the pile. She’s a reactor, a Nuclear Reactor, don’t get caught in her fallout! THERE’LL BE NO SHELTER HERE!!
What she brings to the table is what drives the wedge; she’s cutting all her friends with her bitter edge, but wants attention and affection, not to compromise your vision. You’d better step aside lest you catch her condition.
So sit her down, shut her up, tell her how your life is rough. Mercenary lame duck, mouthy little cunt huh? She’s a reactor, a Nuclear Reactor, and she’s gonna blow, baby! FUCKING RUN FOR COVER!!
She’s a reactor, a Nuclear Reactor, don’t say she never won any battles for ya!
She’s a reactor, a Nuclear Reactor, bet your family misses her, too. HOW’RE THE KIDS?!
She’s a reactor, a Nuclear Reactor, AND SHE DIDN’T EVEN GET A FUCKING PIZZA!
She’s a reactor, a Nuclear Reactor, and she blew her load a long time ago.
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[random disclaimer] Hey! The satire paradox is a bitch, but so am I. Burn every Strawman, you’re white BEFORE you’re Queer so check your privilege, Black Trans Lives Matter. 1-2-3-4-1-
I wanna be a statistic, I wanna join the fight
If I’m loud little faggot you might forget that I’m white.
I’m paved with good intentions, you know I never go wrong
I can avoid accountability if my argument’s strong
I’m only Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
I’m only Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
‘Cause that’s the easy way out
Not here to do the labor, or live a live that’s hard
Just the fun stuff: makeup, dancing, selfies, poppers, & bars (I like that stuff/No shit, me too)
Claiming minority status without owning the strife
And I’ve never checked my privilege, I don’t wanna live that kinda life
I’m only Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
I’m only Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
Ain’t that’s the easy way out?
LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE’S CALLED THE TONE POLICE
Yes officer, instead of doing free emotional labor they’re mean to me!
I’m only Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
Queer 4 clout
Just let me talk over you, yeah I’m SO valid it’s TRUE
A rad hominem twerp with no morals and something to prove
Fence-sitting liberal tool, so what I can’t walk the walk?
Leeching from our community, ‘til I find myself unfollowed & blocked
I’m only Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
I’m only Queer 4 clout (Queer 4 clout)
Queer 4 clout
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I want to break
Even
I want to make-
Make My weight
In love
I want to break, want to break, want to break
Make my weight
In love
I invested my love in you
Where did it go
I invested my love in you
Where did it go
I only win when you lose
I heal when you bruise
I fall to the casket you choose
I want to break
Even
I want to make
Make my weight
In love
I want to break, want to break, want to break
Make my weight
In love
I wish i could trust
All will come back
Wish i could trust
All will come back
But I only win when you lose
Heal when you bruise
I fall to the casket you choose
I want to break
Even
I want to make
Make My weight
In love
I want to break, want to break, want to break
Make my weight
In love
Who will take care of me?
I am not safe
Who will take care of me?
I am not safe
Who will take care of me?
I am not safe (We are not sane)
Who will take care of me?
I am not we are not SAFE (We are not sane)
I want to break
Even
I want to make
Make My weight
In love
Break, want to break, want to break
Make my weight
In love
I want to break, want to break, want to break
Make my weight
In love
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Toyz in the Attic
02:07
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If it looks like a bastard
And it acts like a bastard
And it sounds like a bastard
Hey
That’s what it is, that’s what it is.
There’s toys in the attic
That your ancestors hide
There’s toys in the attic
That you can’t take outside
If it looks like a nazi
And it acts like a nazi
And it sounds like a nazi
Hey
That’s what it is, that’s what it is.
And there’s toys in the attic
And they might let you play
There’s toys in the attic
Will you be like them someday?
If they think you were groomed
Indoctrinated, consumed
Don’t be what they assume
No
Show them your fist, show them your fist.
Deutschland, Deutschland uppa you ass’hoooooole
(subtle)
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Where did you stand when the clouds came down
Were you watching from home or on the ground
Where did you stand
Where did you stand when the vans corralled
Were you stuck up above or down with the crowd
Where did you stand
Devil’s number’s 676
Where the bastard blues deployed their tricks
To trap the Virtuous Volunteers and fire
Did you cry out as it hit your eyes
Or watch your comrades drop like flies
Just to have the ambush draw you ire
Your president’s a liar
mayor kenney too for that matter
Where did you stand when the line was crossed
How many Black Lives must be lost
Where did you stand
Where did you stand
Where did you stand when your Neighbors mourned
Did you look to your blood but were met with scorn
Where did you stand
Where did you stand
What would it take for you to fight
The badge that serves its chosen white
If not the senseless murder of your Kin
There’s countless names who aren’t alive
But hey you’re home now you survived
Though you thought you took it on the chin
All because the color of your skin
Just think you got it easy compared to Him
Where do you stand your leaders are silent
Will you scream for what’s right
or are you compliant
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Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash
If you don't scrub that kitchen floor
You ain't gonna rock and roll no more
Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Just finish cleanin' up your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom
Get all that garbage out of sight
Or you don't go out Friday night
Yakety yak (don't talk back)
You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundromat
And when you finish doin' that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your mama's hip; she knows what cooks
Just tell your fuckboy friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak
(Silence, bottom)
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak
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7. |
Secondhand Fuzz/DJ Outro
01:24
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[these kids today, ha ha ha ha! preventing the destruction of civilization, heheh, what'll they think of next?]
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Daughter Judy Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Philly Trans Rage Fuzz
Daughter Judy is:
-Judy Rose (she/her): lead vox, screams, guitars
-Pepper Red (they/them): backing vox, bass, auxiliary percussion, post production, mixing & mastering
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